Four Split Personalities

Chapter 2633: Chapter 1245: Deadly Game · Continuation (XXI) - Road to Survival_2

Motan nervously watched as Double Leaf’s entire body was covered with flowers, and nodded forcefully: "Speak."

"We’re screwed."

After leaving these words, Double Leaf and the countless vibrant little flowers on her body disintegrated simultaneously, disappearing instantly.

[Is it really Divine Punishment... Ha, well, twisting the ’blessing’ of a deity so wantonly, it’s a bit too brazen indeed.]

Smacking his lips, Motan looked unsurprised at the place where Double Leaf disappeared, then sighed lightly, temporarily stopping his thoughts about how to add more protection for Little Ai, and refocused his attention on Fourteen, who had been observing coldly from the side since earlier.

With Double Leaf’s disappearance, the [Living Burial] that had been desperately suppressing Fourteen’s vitality and its derivative [Secret Burial Beacon] also completely dissipated at the same time.

Simultaneously, a surge of power suddenly swept out from Fourteen, directly overturning Motan, who had nearly sixty percent of his health and physical strength siphoned off by Double Leaf on the way.

"Heh, it seems I can’t help but be impressed..."

Gently smelling the sweet and cloying fragrance in the air, Motan got back on his feet with a bitter smile, shrugged at Fourteen, who was walking towards him: "In the blink of an eye, you can expel the toxins from the [Mockingbird], it’s really a bit disheartening."

"It’s not such a big deal."

Fourteen modestly waved a hand, stopping about two meters away from Motan, then turned to look at where Double Leaf had vanished: "Miss Maeve, she..."

"Obviously, she underestimated the risks of that move just now."

Motan shrugged, looked at the small flower swaying in the wind, following Fourteen’s gaze, and said complexly: "That’s why she ended up like this."

Fourteen chuckled and then nonchalantly said to Motan: "I’m sorry."

"I am as well."

Motan replied mildly, then strangely sat down cross-legged on the ground, scratching his cheek with a bitter smile: "You’ve won."

"I have never lost."

Fourteen raised an eyebrow and said in a calm tone: "Even if Miss Maeve had successfully launched that strike just now, the result would still have been the same."

Motan’s gaze narrowed slightly: "You are very confident."

"To be precise, I’m self-aware, at least more than you are. Of course, this isn’t your fault, because even I don’t know how strong I actually am."

Fourteen chuckled and, instead of smashing the nearby Haru Kuttata, also sat cross-legged on the ground, speaking as if he were chatting with a friend: "But thanks to you two, I’ve finally got a general idea."

Motan let out an "Oh," without revealing his true nature, considering he didn’t know if the now ’dead’ Double Leaf was still observing him through some kind of power. So, using a style slightly different from ’Haru Kuttata’s’ but more akin to Frank Hughes, he asked: "Discovered just how strong you are?"

"Yes, more or less."

Fourteen nodded, then said calmly after a brief pause: "If my judgment is correct, whether it was the battle with those Gray Lizard Hunts and overseers just now, or the resistance I offered afterward in front of you, I’ve probably only been using about thirty percent of my true strength."

Motan swallowed hard, hesitantly said: "Don’t tell me you are actually a leg..."

"No, I haven’t advanced to Legendary Rank, although that’s just a matter of time."

Fourteen interrupted Motan, shrugged: "In fact, if my judgment is correct, I should be a... sea giant."

Motan was speechless for a moment, then immediately covered his mouth, and after a while, asked in a rather polite tone: "A sea giant?"

"Yes, a sea giant."

Fourteen, who was at most just tall enough to be taller than Double Leaf’s body, nodded seriously, "I should have also mentioned that I once borrowed quite a number of books from the one you serve and the one you now call the pretender ’Mata Eso’ to pass the time, most of which were about the Sea Tribe, and they were very generous."

Motan nodded slightly but did not respond.

"After years of investigation, I finally realized that I might be a sea giant, and likely a mixed-blood sea giant."

Gently stroking the slave mark on his shoulder, Fourteen calmly shared his findings with Motan: "Sea giants are a very rare and powerful species, perhaps you can think of them as analogous to dragons on land. Of course, although our growth cycle is relatively short and we’re also considered longevity species, a normal sea giant is still much weaker in terms of talents than a dragon."

Motan nodded, asking with interest: "But you mentioned that you are not a normal sea giant?"

"Yes, I guess I’m mixed-blood, otherwise, I should be at least over ten meters tall now."

Fourteen smiled gently, gestured with his hand, and then continued: "Unlike dragons, it’s very difficult for sea giants to leave offspring with other species. A mixed-blood sea giant might not be born once in a hundred years, and ones like me, who survive to adulthood without dying young, are even rarer."

Motan continued nodding, maintaining an attitude of ’listening intently.’

In fact, he had no choice but to ’listen intently,’ because even he couldn’t stir up any more trouble in this situation, so after the optimal solution fell through with Double Leaf’s death, Motan was pretty much in ’garbage time.’

"We all know that in general, mixed-bloods are often more excellent than their parents. Of course, sub-dragon species can’t be included in this, given the immense power of the dragon’s bloodline. But sea giants are different, although we are very strong, we still have a certain gap compared to dragons or behemoths."

Fourteen chuckled joyfully: "Although these are just conjectures, having read so many books, I could be considered a bit of a naturalist. Even if it’s just speculation, it’s more reliable than the average person’s."

Frank nodded eagerly, quickly asking: "So, as a mixed-blood sea giant, you, Mr. Fourteen, are..."

"Very strong, extremely strong in terms of basic abilities, talents, and potential; especially after that enjoyable activity just now, I think even a dragon, unless it crosses the threshold of Legendary Rank, may not be able to defeat me."

Fourteen grinned, speaking bluntly: "That is, once I fully master ’release.’

Motan was slightly surprised: "What do you mean?"

"A secret, a secret that only my ’companions’ can know."

Fourteen didn’t give a straight answer, but instead blinked mischievously: "I think you understand what I mean, Mr. Haru, we can discuss it on the ship."

Motan chuckled freely, then sighed lightly: "So there’s nothing to discuss, huh?"

"Do you still refuse to join the [Slaughter]?"

Fourteen’s expression turned slightly somber, saying softly: "To be honest, Mr. Haru, after that battle, you aren’t as important to me anymore, after all... I’m very strong."

Motan raised an eyebrow, smiling wryly: "But you still aren’t willing to just let me go?"

"Yes, I don’t even know why myself."

Fourteen smirked self-deprecatingly, musing: "Perhaps it’s that inherent ’plundering’ desire in my blood acting up. To be honest, compared to the dragons’ status on land, sea giants are quite unpopular within the Sea Tribe, because they hardly like to reason."

Motan pursed his lips, squinting slightly, and said softly: "So joining [Slaughter] is the only path I can take?"

"No, there’s actually another."

"Oh?"

"That is to die here, for after all I..."

"Alright."

Before Fourteen could finish his sentence, Motan nodded, then swiftly drew a dagger from his waist and cleanly cut it across his own neck.

Died~

Chapter 1245: The End

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