Four Split Personalities

Chapter 2595: Chapter 1226: Deadly Game · Continuation (II) - Path to Survival 2

"So, now I have two choices."

Leaned lazily against the back of the chair, Motan talked to himself with a smile: "Firstly, within half an hour, using existing conditions to decipher the last question mark in Haru’s skills bar. If I’m not mistaken, that should be the formula capable of preemptively detonating the cancers inside his fellow conspirators. Mastering this would make stacking the completion level of this task ridiculously easy."

Despite having no audience around, Motan completed this rather credible analysis in a highly persuasive tone, then—

"Hmm, this is an obvious trap that only silly people would fall for."

He shrugged, scoffed at his own previous deduction, and confidently came to a conclusion that wasn’t exactly excellent.

Clearly, he had already done the math in his mind, and the conclusion, as he stated earlier, was that it was a trap.

It wasn’t someone’s trap but rather the task’s trap.

The reason was simple, in Motan’s view, no matter how clever, how brilliant he was, expecting to replicate the results Haru Kuttata painstakingly studied for who knows how many years within half an hour was nothing short of a pipe dream.

Of course, he could indeed analyze the amount Haru used from the batch materials via the [Essential Items List] on the table. By adding the contents of the booklet and subtracting the material quantity used in antidote production, he could replicate the [???] skill in the material domain and, based on Haru’s documented [Cancer] theory, put forth his knowledge to try.

If given sufficient time, Motan believed he could achieve it.

However, now there was less than an hour until the action began, attempting to accomplish such a massive workload in this short time was preposterous.

A 3% success rate, that’s the conclusion Motan arrived at assuming good luck would be on his side.

Referring to that absurd task reward, Motan, who understood the difficulty of this task deeply well, decided to abandon this obviously trap-like choice in less than 5 seconds.

In his view, only extremely egotistical, arrogant, narcissistic, cunning, conceited yet somehow skilled individuals would opt to challenge this insane option under such circumstances.

Incidentally, the current personality of Motan typically requires only about half a second to arrive at a conclusion when pondering issues of this nature.

"There are very few things I can do."

Desperately pushing that dangerous thought out of his mind, Motan gently poked the corner of his eye and murmured under his breath: "I need to play my role, go along with the flow while unveiling that bitch’s identity, find ways to disrupt her task progress, and if possible... take leading control in this escape."

After speaking, he stood up, walked slowly to the door whose original color was now unrecognizable, hands behind his back, standing still.

After a wait that wasn’t particularly long, an inappropriate knocking suddenly sounded in front of Motan.

"I think I am ready."

Motan puffed out his chest, lifted his head, sucked in his abdomen, and tightened his hips, speaking calmly with Haru Kuttata’s low raspy voice: "Now, whoever you are, start your operation."

A brief moment of silence followed—

With a barely noticeable sound, the room’s door was pulled open from the outside.

A damp corridor met Motan’s eyes, dim firelight, and beneath that firelight were several cloaked figures wearing guard attire.

"Brother Haru!"

The Orc standing at the front gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes red as he looked at Haru Kuttata walking slowly from the shadows: "I finally get to see you again..."

"If you don’t want this to be our last meeting, watch your volume."

Motan gloomily glared at the brown-skinned Orc in front of him and, after the latter shut his mouth immediately, patted his shoulder lightly and said, "There will be plenty of time to reminisce later, old friend. Now, let’s do what we must."

"Yes!"

The Orc quickly stood upright, responded in a voice full of energy yet not loud, then took a thick cloak handed by someone behind him and draped it over Motan’s shoulders, speaking softly: "We might have to double back to Section One first. Normally, we should have picked up Lady Mei Fu first, but..."

Motan furrowed his brow and asked coldly: "She changed her mind?"

"Uh, it’s probably not quite right to say that, even though she didn’t cooperate with us."

The Orc shook his head, speaking with difficulty: "It’s likely just a relapse of her old condition... as you know, Brother, Lady Mei Fu’s experiences indeed..."

"Take me there."

Interrupting the other party seriously, Haru Kuttata’s eyes filled with a sharp coldness: "I’ve waited too long, far too long, so don’t waste time."

This Orc giant who seemingly was a younger brother from Haru Kuttata’s past fell silent immediately and ran ahead to lead the way at once with unmistakable understanding.

It must be mentioned, the structure of this ’athlete rest area’, eerily reminiscent of a dungeon, was rather complex. Perhaps, it really wasn’t particularly complicated, but for Motan, it was definitely equivalent to throwing him into a place entirely separate from the story if left alone.

However, the three brothers beside him had a relatively normal sense of direction, leading Motan through twists and turns, quickly arriving at the destination, which was a resting room that seemed reasonably decent.

At least in terms of ’doors’, if Haru Kuttata’s room was akin to a black coal mine’s exclusive dormitory, then the one in front definitely reached the level of a 300-dollar-a-night budget hotel.

"Open the door."

Motan succinctly spoke to the Orc man beside him.

"Uh, the door is already open, we came to this place before picking you up, Brother."

The latter sighed, speaking in a low voice: "It’s just that Lady Mei Fu..."

"Wait outside for me."

Without ever allowing the other party to control the conversation’s pace, Motan threw out such a remark, then strode to the room in front. Seemingly afflicted with amnesia, he forgot what he previously said about ’watch your volume’ and kicked open the meticulously crafted wooden door.

"Who!!!"

The next moment, a piercing scream erupted in Motan’s ears. He focused, only to see a woman dressed relatively neatly, curled up on the bed, staring at him with bulging eyes.

Frankly speaking, this tree elf female, seemingly under four hundred years old, had quite a decent appearance. Although not breathtaking, she was an average beauty. Coupled with the robe she wore, which appeared oversized yet intentionally sized smaller, manifesting as very little fabric, it did appear somewhat enticing.

And based on this allure, Motan immediately made Haru Kuttata appropriately lick his lips, with a primitive impulse flashing in his eyes.

He had to be impulsive, as Haru Kuttata undoubtedly hadn’t contacted a woman for quite a substantial period.

Thus, out of respect for others, he felt he had to inject a beast into his own bland, almost amused mood.

"Lady Mei Fu..."

Quite naturally quickening his pace, Haru Kuttata soon reached the large vine woven bed at the room’s center and grinned at the woman curled up there: "I heard you seem quite fond of this place?"

"..."

The tree elf woman shifted her gaze infused with fear and maliciousness, not responding to Motan, merely placing her blood-stained right hand into her mouth, engrossed in biting her fingernails.

"Looks like my friend didn’t lie, you do have a special affection for this wonderful big bed~"

"...."

"Surely this bed holds many enchanting memories, making you unable to part from them?"

"!"

Chapter 1226: End