Four Split Personalities

Chapter 2618: Chapter 1238: Deadly Game · Continuation (XIV) - The Path to Survival

Five minutes later

The Bloody Maiden Arena, north entrance

Fwoosh—

Accompanied by a high-decibel noise that sounded intensely like a fart, a pile of dirt suddenly exploded, forming a huge pit in the ground. Then, something dark and twisted, resembling a flower bud, slowly rose from the pit and started to ’bloom’, revealing a man and a woman tightly pressed together inside.

A Lizardman with black scales, covered in all kinds of sinister scars, with a strong physique.

A human female with a slightly pale complexion, delicate features, and a graceful figure, looking somewhat fragile.

"Seriously, this is the worst transportation method I’ve experienced in years... Ugh."

Motan pressed his cheek with one hand, exhaled a long breath after a while, and lightly jumped to the ground from the edge of that flower bud, then stumbled a bit before gentlemanly raising his hand to help Double Leaf, who was in much better condition than himself, back to the ground.

She lifted her little face, smiled slightly, and blinked cunningly: "Like what?"

"Have you heard of the ’Mist Whale’? It’s a large demon beast living in the deep sea, and after a long development period, an adult Mist Whale can be several times larger than a dragon."

Motan gracefully released his hand upon her landing and said with a sullen look, "When they want to eat, they just open their big mouth and take a deep breath, swallowing numerous prey into their stomachs."

Double Leaf tilted her head, curious: "So you mean, just now you felt like prey of that Mist Whale?"

"To be more precise, I felt like prey that has been digested and absorbed all nutrients."

Motan grimaced painfully, speaking dryly, "Just now I felt like waste excreted with other victims—both the feeling and the smell..."

Double Leaf slapped Motan on the head angrily: "So I’m one of the other victims? If you think you’re being flushed out, fine, but leave me out of it!"

Motan spread his hands innocently: "I didn’t say that."

"You..."

Looking into Double Leaf’s eyes filled with concealed amusement, she gritted her teeth and slapped Frank Hughes again: "Playing mind games with me, huh?"

Motan smiled, not bothered by the girl’s weak punches, and said briskly, "Alright, enough joking for now. We should leave quickly, don’t keep Mr. Fourteen waiting."

"Hmm~"

Double Leaf casually cast two supportive spells on Motan for easier transportation, drawing out her last word playfully, "You look quite confident."

Motan shook his head, turned to the girl and extended his hands, smiling wryly: "Honestly, I have no confidence at all, but we’re already here, hesitating won’t make things better, better to go for broke."

"Can’t tell if you’re an optimist or just heartless."

Double Leaf pouted, glanced at his fairly strong arms, smirking mischievously: "But is this really okay? Even if these aren’t our own bodies, Frank Hughes passionately carrying a genius beauty like me for miles is unforgettable. Are you sure Diana won’t mind?"

[Saving strength was your idea! Who wants to carry this thing that feels like a steel washboard around anyway? Who’s taking advantage of who here, you damn brat!]

Furious internally, Frank Hughes—or rather Haru Kuttata—had a gentle smile on his face, shaking his head: "Even if I tell Diana later, she definitely won’t care. And although Double Leaf, you’re undoubtedly a pretty girl, I’m not holding you ’passionately’."

"Are you impotent?"

Double Leaf replied without thinking.

"..."

Even though ’Frank Hughes’ was indeed a well-mannered gentleman, he was stunned by her remark, mouth agape for a long time, unable to speak, finally squeezing out a reluctant sentence after nearly half a minute of silence: "So are you going to..."

"Just kidding, come carry me!"

Double Leaf chuckled, then eagerly jumped into Haru Kuttata’s arms, positioning herself in a princess carry, wrapped her white arms around his neck, and said cheerfully: "Thanks for your hard work, Prince Charming of Mei Fu."

Motan chuckled helplessly: "Please don’t call me that, whether Frank or Haru is too different from the ’prince’ image in fairy tales."

He then took a deep breath and started running amidst Mei Fu’s refreshing fragrance.

In Motan’s arms, seeming quite docile, Double Leaf also laughed and shook her head: "Prince means different things to different people. Maybe the prince in your mind is handsome, charming, and makes you sleepless with desire, but to me, a tender tough guy like Haru Kuttata is more princely."