Four Split Personalities

The filthy old dwarf suddenly appeared in the corner of a thatched hut. He had salt-and-pepper hair, and his short robe was so dirty that its color was indiscernible. It also emitted a strange smell, not the kind from lack of bathing, but something more bizarre and pungent.

"Materials, materials... one can never have too many materials..."

He deftly flipped the pile of dry straw he was sitting on, revealing a large collection of bottles and jars as dirty as himself, flashed a grin, quickly counted the items, grabbed a few bottles, stuffed them into his bag, and then covered the spot back up with straw before sneaking out the door.

Indeed, one can never have too many materials, and he was now off to find some. Although it might not be the best time, it would become even harder to find people after midnight, especially during these days following the disappearance of the last two test subjects when those foolish incompetents had become more vigilant.

"Being the cornerstone of truth is an honor you should appreciate~"

The old man named Merlin muttered to himself as he hurried along the streets, carefully concealing his figure, his bright grey eyes constantly scanning his surroundings. But...

"No one? Where did all the people go?"

Just as Merlin muttered in surprise, a faint wail, followed by a light scent of blood, drifted over from a distance.

[Oh! There’s a dead person!]

The old man’s eyes lit up, and he staggered toward the town center at a run.

...

Resles Town, town square

"Hey!"

An old and sharp voice called out from afar, distinct amid the wails and curses.

With no trace of color left on his face, Varez turned stiffly only to see a crazed dwarf old man running towards him while screaming excitedly, "Hey! Are you killing people! You are killing people, aren’t you!"

Without hesitation, Varez gripped the dark red Longsword in his hand and walked rashly towards the old man, at least sparing himself another glance at the gruesome scene behind him that resembled a Living Purgatory.

But...

"Let me take a look."

Sin Knight, his hands, face, and even mask smeared with fresh blood, swayed as he laid a hand on Varez’s shoulder.

Knowing that this lord’s strength was far inferior to his own, and that it might take two or three strikes for him to solve a ’problem’ that Varez could solve with one, coupled with his injury, Sin Knight looked like he was about to collapse. In debt to a great favor from him, Varez immediately stopped and nodded, "Then I’ll trouble you, sir."

Thus, Mo temporarily left the boring center of slaughter, standing blood-soaked in front of the old man asking, "Player?"

"Yes, I’m a player."

The old dwarf nodded nonchalantly then stretched his neck excitedly towards the center of the square, asking, "Are you killing people?"

"Yes, killing people."

"People from the town?"

"Yes, theoretically that includes you too."

"No matter. But before you kill me, can I try this?"

The old dwarf pulled out a dirty little black bottle from his bag, his voice eager and frenetic, "This can kill too! Ideally, it kills faster than you guys! I can give it to you! Just let me watch its effects, and of course, if I could record the reactions of different species, that’d be great. After that, you can kill me!"

"What’s in the bottle?"

"Something good."

"What kind of good?"

"Something fresh that nobody has ever seen!"

"I see... then go ahead and try."

"Great! Also, can you hold a piece of paper and a pen for me? Just write down whatever I say, it’s okay if it’s messy, I can understand. Would that be alright? If you want to kill me afterward, that’s fine."

"Of course, please proceed, kind sir."

Chapter 598: End