37 Chapter 12: Lonely Soul_2

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"If possible, this knight, sir~", Mo bent down and smiled at the knight who was almost out of breath, "Please share the information you have with me."

The response was a mouthful of bloody saliva and a cold statement, "Why don't you ask others? Like how are the souls who died at your hands? Bastard!"

"I made a mistake." Mo spread his hands out, "My first stop was the banquet held by the City Lord. Unfortunately, most of the people who had valuable information were there. The City Lord, the minister of finance, the hereditary earl, the head of the merchant's association, beautiful women, there were too many ... In short, when I realized I needed some information for reference~"

His eyes sparkled with a chaotic glow and something else. He opened his mouth wide: "They were all dead."

"Pure evil..." The knight took a breath, "Kill me, I won't tell you anything."

"You will." Mo's fingers traced numerous fine spells and he chuckled, "Let me give you some good news, there is a very large Black Wizard's association in Banther City. Those clever people are said to have created a lot of trouble for the local peace. Now, that issue has been resolved. Oh yes, would you mind telling me your name?"

"Owen." The middle-aged knight's face had already turned so pale it was almost transparent, he stared intently into Mo's eyes, "I swear I'll curse you!"

Mo merely whistled and nodded, "I believe you will. But before that, we have lots of time to try out the goodies I've found from the Black Wizard's association…"

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[You've exited the game, mental connection is disconnected, good morning]

With a familiar dizziness, Mo covered his head and sat up from the game cabin, immediately looking at his phone.

AM7:00

"If the first time was an accident, then the second time is a problem or an accident." He muttered to himself, then walked into the bathroom and quickly took a shower. He later cleaned some clothes wearing only his boxer shorts, quickly gobbled down two slices of bread and then hastily left the house.

He was going out to feed the cats.

The district where Mo lived was quite low-end, with poor surroundings, inconvenient transport, and older buildings. However, many stray animals liked to stay in the area, so he would feed the cats at the entrance of the district whenever he had the chance. If he saw any trash on the road like plastic bags, empty drinks bottles, cigarette butts, he would clean them up.

We can see from this, that he, who had just got up, was in a state of "lawful good" personality, considering that in the other two cases Mo would be reluctant to go out in the cold early in the morning, not to mention doing some charity work.

This change in personality is hard to explain, as mentioned before, his personality split does not have a certain independence. All personalities are his own, he knows clearly what he has done at any time, and why he did it, it's just a difference in mood.

Perhaps we all suffer from this symptom to some extent, let's take a simple example, maybe one day while on a bus you see an elderly person coming on board, influenced by your character, moral values and habits, you would naturally give up your seat to them, but by changing the circumstances, you might make different decisions in the same situation.

You could even end up in a fight, and if you're not careful, might even lose a bit of money.

Perhaps this example proves that our emotions and personalities are always subtly changing. These changes are not drastic but can sometimes lead to completely different outcomes.

The same person, given a hundred times to take public transportation like a bus or a subway, might give up his seat to the elderly, the weak, the sick or pregnant women ninety, eighty, or seventy times. However, Mo is different ~

His personality has never undergone subtle changes like ordinary people, instead it completely splits into different modes.

Using the classification of alignments in the game [Realm of Innocence]

The "lawful good" Mo will give up his seat a hundred percent of the time, no matter the situation.

For "Chaotic Neutral" Motan, it would depend on his mood, or the attractiveness of the other party, but it's not entirely random, his choice would be a certain one hundred percent under identical circumstances.

"True Neutral" Motan would invariably give up his seat influenced by a standard moral perspective in the eyes of ordinary people. Although he might have some complaints deep down, in reality, he would follow along with the majority. He'd do what most people think is the right thing, and conversely, he wouldn't if it differs.

Overall, at this moment, Motan is surrounded by a group of stray cats, happily patting and feeding them. Occasionally, he greets passing neighbors, helps an old man carry groceries, joins an old lady dancing...

He is the perfect model of a diligent youth.

Then, near noon...

"Ah!" He slapped his forehead, muttering to himself: "I didn't log into Mor's character yesterday. I wonder how the caravan is doing. But I believe everyone in the caravan should be able to successfully break out... I'm not sure what the situation will be when I log in next time..."

Suddenly, he felt bitter in his mouth, sighed and stood up: "I still need to meet up as Hei Fan, and Tan Mo just started planning. It's a blessing to be able to create several characters with this sickness, but why do I feel so pitiful... It's exhausting to play, and also…"

The phone in his pocket vibrated.

"Just as I thought..." Looking at the name 'bestie A' displayed on the screen, Motan answered the call: "Hey, Owen, what's up?"

Hearing his friend laughing cheerily on the other end of the line: "What's up? Are you being a good boy and feeding cats?"

"You're the goody-two-shoes, your whole family comprises of goody-two-shoes." As he threw the empty cat food bag into the trash can, he answered: "How could you guess what I'm doing now? I've always been curious about this."

Owen replied briskly: "Simple, because only on such occasions would you call me by my name the moment you pick up the phone, instead of calling me 'bestie A' or some other nonsense. By the way, when I logged in yesterday, why couldn't I add you as my friend? Weren't you playing?"

"Well, it's a long story." There were no secrets Motan needed to keep from him. Climbing the stairs, he explained: "It wasn't convenient to say yesterday, actually I encountered a bug..."

He then told Owen about having been able to create three characters, even switching personalities once during the conversation. But the other person was used to it, and apart from the slight change in tone, there was nothing else unusual.

"So that's about it." As he swiftly switched the computer system, he said, "You should have also created a character, right? Let me guess, you're with the Chaotic Neutral alignment, aren't you?"

Owen exclaimed: "Holy cow, you really are psychic. How did you guess it right!"

"It's nothing..." As Motan typed quickly on his keyboard, he replied casually: "You're just too easy to read and too gullible. It doesn't take much to guess."

Guffawing, Owen said dispiritedly: "Well, I guess we're complete opposites. My in-game name is Rin Winter, I'm taking the Ice Magic path, currently a Level 3 Mage, part of the Eternal Race, currently at Ice Mist Castle. I don't know the rest."

"What on earth is the Eternal Race?" asked Motan, laughing. "Zombies?"

"You could say that," Owen replied with a bit of a grumpy tone. "In theory, my character's soul is attached to its corpse, but luckily it doesn't look much different from when it was alive... Let's skip this part, shall we meet in the game?"

Motan rolled his eyes: "I still don't know where my characters are exactly."

"Player's private space," answered Owen. "Didn't the official announcement mention that before?"

"We'll see." Motan narrowed his eyes slightly at the screen: "I'll hang up now, I'm kind of busy... "

He put down his phone, leaned forward with his hands on the desk, face close to the monitor, and murmured: "It seems like I may have underestimated you... Double Leaf!"

Chapter 12: End