Four Split Personalities

Game Time AM08:20

Hodir Mountain Path, Allied Forces Camp, Command Tent

Motan sat expressionlessly at the long table, methodically handling a massive volume of intelligence while slowly unrolling an exquisitely crafted map. Besides lacking the dense footnotes and plentiful chess pieces, it was identical to the map of Southern Misha County in front of him.

This was a copy that Luna had made on the day the Requiem Plan was finalized. With an existing template available, this task posed no difficulty for the so-called novice alchemist, although even a seasoned Great Alchemist would struggle to ensure a perfect replication. However, the girl who spent most of her time in a hazy state seemed to have nothing in common with ’ordinary.’ Thus, while Xia Lian was vocally shocked that day, Motan remained unusually composed.

After clearing a small area on the table, Motan laid out the copy of the Southern Region Map in front of him, took a deep breath, and his ordinary black eyes gradually lost focus, as if possessed by Luna...

Of course, Motan was not distracted, quite the opposite, he was in a state of extreme concentration, a level of focus never shown in his state of absolute neutrality before.

Information from a total of thirty-three teams, updating every thirty seconds and covering more than forty areas, converged on him alone, and Motan would process it all in no more than ten seconds on average. This might seem unscientific, but had he not possessed such reactive capabilities, Motan, who had competed covertly with Double Leaf countless times, would have long been imprisoned. Hence, although he mostly appeared in chaos-neutral mode as BLACK, Motan’s information processing capability was by no means inferior. This is akin to how someone capable of annihilating a planet in a fit of wrath could still easily flip a city even in a calm state.

As the most accommodating of the absolute neutral personalities, even if Motan couldn’t perform the quirky maneuvers he could in his ’chaotic neutral’ state, he was fully capable of handling this level of stress when serious.

After all, although the Motan in The Realm of Innocence is not alone, he is still essentially a single entity, albeit not quite like a normal person.

In the next two minutes, he didn’t provide any feedback or adjustments to any team, nor did he place any chess pieces or make marks on the new map. He simply absorbed the continuous flood of information, silently sketching something in his mind.

Then...

Game Time AM08:23

’Yu Chen, from now on you don’t need to send any more intelligence to me. For the coming time, ensure that everyone unconditionally follows all of my arrangements, no matter how unreasonable they may seem.’

Motan unconsciously tapped on the table and sent a message to Yu Chen, who had just updated her position to him.

’Okay.’

The girl’s reply came swiftly, concise and clear, even missing her signature emoticons.

’Continue moving in this direction for two minutes. When you see a collapsed fence, immediately turn towards your left. If everything goes as expected, you will soon see a group of no more than two hundred Mutants. Pass right through them, then report back to me as soon as possible.’

Motan shook his head slightly and set aside his perplexity about the lack of emoticons, issuing a straightforward directive to Yu Chen and the princess’s royal guard following her.

’Received.’

The girl’s response was even quicker than before, almost instantaneously after the message was sent.

Motan smiled silently, his index finger gently scrubbed across the map then stopped steadily on an ordinary spot, seemingly nothing special. Before his eyes appeared a vague scene—

On the outskirts of an abandoned farm, several Mutants who were wandering stopped staggeringly, simultaneously turning their heads in one direction, and in the next second, let out a high-pitched and mournful howl, rushing out of the farm, flattening the fence, and hurtling toward a presence far away that had a fatal attraction to them. Behind them, countless Mutants surged from every corner of the farm, following the steps of the leaders, forming a murky torrent of death that spilled over, mindlessly assimilating any entity daring to block their path, reducing it to utter lifelessness...

Though it was merely Motan’s imagination, moments later, a message from the Special Observation Zone S3 turned it into reality. A player named Broad Noodle Bowl reported that just seconds before sending this urgent message, the over six hundred Mutants who were initially lying low in the ruins of the farm in the southwest corner all simultaneously went mad. Absent any living beings nearby, they entered a ’hunting’ mode, abandoning their aimless behavior, and rushed out of the ruins, running northeastward wildly.

This conclusion was almost identical to the scene Motan had ’seen.’