Four Split Personalities

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In any case, after Mo reached the entrance to the third underground level with Bruno, he gently pushed open the opposite ’cell’ and coldly looked down at the woman curled up in the corner.

"Ha, as I thought, not even the restrictions are activated."

He slightly curved the corners of his lips and slowly walked to the side of the unconscious woman, unabashedly sitting on the dirty, cold floor tiles and softly said, "If I remember correctly, you are supposed to be Dora Hika, right..."

Naturally, the latter, being unconscious, could not hear his words. The injured Dora only subconsciously wrapped herself in the torn blanket, uttering some mumbling incoherences.

"It must hurt quite a bit..."

Mo nonchalantly pulled away the blanket, extended his index finger gently, and touched the woman’s wound, immediately eliciting a cry of pain from her, but perhaps due to the severity of her injuries and being on the brink of death, Dora did not awake.

"This is somewhat troublesome."

Mo expressionlessly moved his index finger away, and after a moment of thought, he suddenly gave a slight smile. He then raised his right hand, gently grasped his own left shoulder, and then violently yanked...

A burst of blood appeared!

He had actually torn his own left arm off his body.

And the Life Points of "Shadow of Sin" rapidly fell to 4100/7000. The status bar also showed bleeding and crippled effects because it had been initially molded as a human by Mo, hence it also bled and was injured normally, just without the corresponding pain sensation. However, when synchronized with Mo’s spirit, its pain was indeed real and because this summoned creature wasn’t inherently a player, there was no reduction in the pain it felt.

Thus, the pain Mo had just endured was no different from having an arm brutally torn off in reality.

Yet he, seemingly completely unfeeling, satisfactorily examined the severed arm in his hand without showing any sign of pain.

Then he activated the "Dissipate" trait of the Shadow of Sin, turning his left half into an indistinct cloud of black mist. Moments later, a brand-new left arm reappeared on his body, and the two negative statuses in the panel naturally disappeared, only his Life Points remained unchanged, steadily recovering 5% every half a minute.

"If the Shadow of Sin possesses some of my traits..."

Red patterns emerged on Mo’s right hand holding the severed arm. He calmly looked at Dora Hika in front of him and softly said, "Then if I use part of its flesh as a medium for treatment, might you also gain some of my traits?"

The next second, that severed arm instantly transformed into a spray of blood, almost coming alive as it quickly coalesced into a blood orb mid-air, then it shot straight into Dora’s abdomen, flowing through the numerous massive and vicious wounds which had burst open numerous times over these days.

For the next several tens of seconds, Dora’s pale face gradually regained some color, even her cracked lips slowly became rosier, and the most serious wounds on her abdomen truly began to heal!

Undoubtedly, Mo had just used an extremely powerful treatment ability, healing a small part of Dora’s wounds that most magic, Divine Arts, or potions could hardly mend.

Of course, this skill was not without its cost. The sacrificed arm was not ordinary flesh, but belonged to the Shadow of Sin, whose Basic Attributes had all surpassed one hundred. The strength contained within this one arm was tens of times stronger than that of Dora Hika herself...

"This is... where am I...?"

The easing of her wounds gradually brought Dora back to consciousness, and then she slowly opened her eyes, muttering hazily.

"You are Dora Hika, a Holy Knight of the Sun Sect."

The man sitting before her, half his face indistinct, tenderly helped her up, showcasing a very attractive smile and softly said, "This is the outer district of the City of Light, the small adjudication court’s dungeon."

Dora paused for a moment, then widened her eyes and repeated, "This is the adjudication... um, cough... cough... why am I here..."

Mo helped her sit back against the wall, then stood up, stepped back two paces, and sat down, speaking softly, "It’s best to keep calm; your injuries are severe, and even though I’ve taken some emergency measures, they can’t instantly cure you."

"Uh... thank you."

Dora instinctively expressed her gratitude to the man with the pleasant voice, then belatedly exclaimed in surprise, "Wait, if this is the small adjudication court dungeon, then you are..."

"I’m sorry, I am not the guard here."

Mo gently shook his head and shrugged, "Actually, I am just like you, a prisoner detained here."

Dora blinked and then, despite the condition of her body, vigorously shook her head, "You don’t seem like a bad person..."

"Who knows? It’s not just bad people who get locked up."

The man in front of her chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling slightly from within the shadows, "For example, you don’t seem like a bad person either, and yet you’re locked up here as well, aren’t you?"

"I was... locked up here... the court... I..."

Dora finally realized her situation, and her face, which had just regained some color, suddenly turned deathly pale, "No, how could I be locked up, that’s impossible, there must be some mistake!"

"Calm down..."

The other kneeled in front of her and gently pressed his warm, strong hands on her, saying earnestly, "I already mentioned that your injuries are severe."

Dora pursed her lips, took two deep breaths, and then vigorously massaged her forehead, "Thank you, I feel... a bit confused."

"If you don’t mind, could you tell me why you were locked up here?"

Those black eyes, filled with slight concern, looked very serious.

Dora, however, shook her head and whispered, "I don’t know... I don’t know why I was locked up, I don’t even know why I’m here..."

"Then you could try to remember what you did and who you met the last time you were conscious."

He genuinely suggested, speaking softly, "The priority now is to figure out the whole story, isn’t it?"

He made a lot of sense, but...

"Um, I’m sorry, I’d like to know who you are, and why you are helping me..."

While dutifully trying to recall her past, Dora asked the person in front of her, who made her feel very close and familiar.

But...

"I’m very sorry, but I can’t answer these two questions right now. Perhaps I might tell you later if there’s a chance."

Unexpectedly, he declined to answer, then smiled somewhat lukewarmly, "But rather than ’the reason for helping you,’ the fact that I want to help you should be more important, if... yes, if you are truly innocent, I could even try to help you escape from here."

"I... I am definitely innocent..."

Under his captivating voice and gaze, Dora didn’t press further but merely lowered her head with a pale face, whispering, "I remember... I should have been recovering at home, well, let’s say recovering. This morning, just as I was barely able to get out of bed to write a letter to my parents, then... then a highly respected person came to see me, she... she was..."

"Take your time, no rush."

He smiled with interest, but in Dora’s eyes, the man in front of her was just focused and listening attentively.

"She is one of the high pastors of our Sun Sect... she said someone wanted to meet me... and then I..."

"Did you go with her?"

"Maybe, I was lifted onto a stretcher, I might have fallen asleep for a bit, and then I arrived at a place... a very strange place..."

"What place was it?"

"It was... the... Sun Chaser... Sun Chaser’s Sun Chapel..."

Chapter Five Hundred and Fourteen: The End