Four Split Personalities

Chapter 2184: Chapter 1026: Decree of Corruption_2

So Motan blew up on the spot, pointing angrily at the nose of His Majesty Tifero ahead, saying, "You old man, you actually deceived me!"

Tifero blinked innocently, "I didn’t cheat you!"

"Nonsense! You just admitted yourself that you tricked me!"

"Oh, then I cheated you..."

"You have to compensate me! Whether it’s for the sake of us both being believers of the Goddess or out of the need for an adult to take responsibility for one’s mistakes, you must compensate me!"

Motan said righteously, revealing his fox’s tail.

He’s not a fool, of course he wouldn’t really want to delve into the Pope’s use of commandments to ’test’ him, but having already read about the life of Saint Luke Tifilo in Thousand Lights Dome, and from various sources having learned about the old man’s temper, Motan knew that instead of gracefully saying he didn’t mind and then eagerly waiting for the other party to appreciate his character and give him some benefits, it’s more realistic to directly ask for it.

When meeting people, he talked to them appropriately, when seeing ghosts, he did the same; these basic operations, Motan had mastered since his Zhengtai era.

And just as Motan suspected, Tifero wasn’t a stingy person. Seeing the young man suddenly getting upset, he not only didn’t show any displeasure, but instead laughed awkwardly twice, reached into his robe pocket, and muttered, "Alright, alright, I already knew this would happen, so I prepared in advance..."

[Reliable!]

Motan suddenly became uncontrollably excited, not because he was spineless, but because the old man’s background was too big. You have to know this man alone has a resume that can fill nearly one-fifth of a standard Chapter; during his youth, he was the template of the Dragon Pride protagonist, and in his old age, he perfectly fit the magical old geezer persona from various works who generously gives away treasures or wisdom. And now such a person actually agreed to compensate him, and more importantly, it was prepared in advance, how could he not be excited!

At this moment, Motan felt a delusion that he was the protagonist of this world!

And the reason a delusion is called a delusion highlights the word ’wrong’!

So, when His Majesty Ruka Tifilo took out twenty copper coins from his pocket and reluctantly handed them to Motan, the latter immediately realized he was wrong, and thought too highly of the old man.

"Your Lordship, this is..."

Motan took a deep breath, fighting the urge to slap the old man’s face, and asked with a forced smile, "Are you kidding me?"

"Ah? Ah... ah, right! I’m teasing you! Haha, isn’t it teasing you?"

Tifero first froze, then under Motan’s black-lined gaze, quickly tucked the twenty copper coins back into his pocket and chuckled, "You otherworlders have a saying, don’t you, about how ’once a teacher, always a father,’ see, you’ve learned from Lord Fao’s notes, you’re half his apprentice, which makes you half a son. I’m his godchild, though not biological, but half a son, so we’re practically brothers, and talking money between brothers is hurtful to feelings."

Motan immediately felt like he was about to spit a mouthful of old blood from his throat, after composing himself for a long time, he stared silently at Tifero, trying hard to convey his resentment and dissatisfaction.

"Alright, let’s stop joking for now."

A moment later, Tifero suddenly retracted his smile, his gaze becoming deep: "Black Vatican Priest, do you know how the Holy Word comes about?"

Motan sighed, aligning with the central thought of respecting the old and cherishing the young, he matched the other’s seriousness, shaking his head, "I don’t know, nor am I interested."

"The Holy Word is actually a simple decree, it didn’t exist in the beginning, but after the initial turmoil, as fewer people could harness decrees, and as the connection between gods and humans became tighter, the Holy Word, which relies more on gods than on oneself, emerged."

Tifero smiled faintly, shrugged, "I’m not here to teach you history and theology, so... let’s put it this way, I found the Holy Word has limits, so I stopped learning it."

"But you, your lordship, are naturally talented, I’m just a common person."

Motan twitched the corner of his mouth, dryly saying, "There’s no comparison between us, okay..."

"Common person? Heh, I did think so before."

Tifero chuckled with deep meaning, softly saying, "Although I’ve heard about your deeds in Misha County and Sumer from various people, in my eyes, whether you’re an otherworlder or uniquely talented in some domain, in the pure field of ’strength’, you indeed lack any talent."

Motan rolled his eyes, weakly saying, "That’s what I’m saying, so..."

"If I hadn’t noticed ’that point’, I’d probably still think so."

Tifero lightly interrupted Motan, and under the latter’s puzzled gaze, gently said, "A while ago, yes, probably when you were still in Sumer fighting followers of the Whispering God, you must have used a few decrees."

Motan shook his head, smirking without amusement, "Not just ’a few times’, during my time in Sumer, I used decrees at least dozens to hundreds of times."

"Oh?"

Tifero became interested, smiling curiously, "Which ones? Try using them now."

"There were many, but primarily shields, barriers, and..."

Motan first cast a [Decree: Shield] on himself, then set a [Decree: Barrier] in front of him, and finally pointed sharply at the old man before him, "Punish!"

A sharp golden light flashed—

Then it disappeared.

In simpler terms, despite successfully using a fast, accurate, and fierce [Decree: Punishment], it was directly immune to by the skeleton-level BOSS monster in front of him.

"Hmm, not bad."

Tifero nodded slightly, his expression remaining calm, "I can barely feel your [Punishment]."

Motan, having not expected any result, pursed his lips and snorted, "Isn’t this normal, your level and mine, compare...

"Yes, I’m too strong, so much so that although your decree wasn’t weak, someone like me standing less than two meters away barely noticed it because a Behemoth can’t notice an ant climbing over its toes."

Tifero lightly gave a decidedly hurtful evaluation, then gently pinched his goatee, speaking leisurely, "But not long ago, I sensed you in Sumer using decrees from the Southeast Continent, how do you explain that?"

Motan’s body shook, then he suddenly realized, subconsciously recalling the final battle outside Babbling City, specifically during the end of that battle, and despite being conscious yet muddled, when he came around he had lost nearly half an hour of memory.

The last impression was of the female knight in front being chopped nearly in half by an attacker, the splashing blood dyeing everything in front red.

Then when he regained consciousness, the battle already ended, the assailant was gone, the female knight who should have certainly died was alive, while his inexplicable [Original Sin Corruption] became 13%.

And through follow-up investigations and indirect inquiries, Motan concluded that at that time, rather than ’blacking out’, he probably continued doing something as ’Hei Fan’.

But the specifics, for completely unclear reasons, were forgotten.

But if nothing unexpected happened...

He probably used some unknown means to save Yizou and repel the formidable assailant.

[Original Sin Corruption degree...]

[Vague memory, last time was at Fire Claw...]

[Newly acquired talent ’■ Corruption’...]

[Yizou, fatally wounded, was still alive, and the assailant who should have been unstoppable was repelled...]

[A decree noticeable to His Majesty Tifero...]

[Reflection...?]

[Does this mean!]

Motan’s eyes suddenly widened, then he clenched his fists, gritting his teeth as he stomped—

Talent [■ Corruption], activate!

Chapter 1026: End