Chapter 2940 - 1395: The Trap

In a foggy space, Motan ’selves’ looked at each other, speechless.

Even though there wasn’t an echo, the voice of the pajama-clad Motan saying ’I’ve finally gone completely fucking insane’ still reverberated in their ears. The reason? The sheer impact of the statement, and more than that... it holds a certain truth.

In other words, it’s a very credible assumption.

Motan has finally gone completely insane~

As a non-typical schizophrenic, he finally started talking to ’himself’ and could even see various versions of ’himself’~

If this isn’t insanity, what is?

Thus, the three of them fell into silence simultaneously, starting to ponder whether they had really gone insane and how they ended up going mad just like that.

After about five minutes, the Motan wearing a white tracksuit slowly shook his head, breaking the incredibly bizarre atmosphere, and softly said, "Now’s not the time to abandon treatment."

"Does it really matter whether we’re insane or not?"

The Motan wearing a black overcoat lazily threw out a sentence, spread his hands and said, "I’m already a reliable adult now, so even if I truly went insane, what could happen? An egg wouldn’t randomly crack."

The pajama version of Motan twitched his mouth, gritting his teeth: "This is a damn big issue!"

"Not necessarily."

The black overcoat Motan grinned, surprisingly joyful: "I actually find it quite amusing."

"No..."

The tracksuit Motan sighed deeply, his expression serious as he gritted his teeth: "Have you guys figured out what the actual situation is?"

"Got it figured out, eh."

"Completely unclear."

The black overcoat and pajama answered immediately, giving completely opposite answers.

The latter was directly startled, wide-eyed and asked: "Got it figured out? What have we figured out?!"

"Tsk tsk, I really didn’t expect that, even with the same knowledge and intelligence, your thoughts would be so rigid and slow~"

The black overcoat Motan glanced at the pajama Motan and lazily said, "I could answer you immediately, but if I say without you asking, wouldn’t that make me look bad?"

Pajama Motan: "..."

"If you’re unwilling to explain, then shut up."

Apparently understanding the situation, the tracksuit Motan glared fiercely at the black overcoat Motan and then turned to the pajama Motan, saying: "I’ll put it this way, personally I believe we..."

"Are probably all Motan."

The black overcoat Motan lightly said beside them.

The tracksuit Motan’s temple bulged with a green vein, angrily said: "Weren’t you too proud to say it?!"

"Oh, that’s what’s going on."

The black overcoat Motan cheerfully looked at the two, raised his hand and scratched his cheek: "I just remembered that in my current state, I’m not supposed to be someone worried about face."

The tracksuit Motan twitched his mouth, asked unkindly: "So what? Will you choose to explain quickly or shut up and listen to me?"

"You’re so fierce!"

The black overcoat Motan displayed an expression of ’I’m so scared’.

The pajama Motan remained in a (0.0) state, with a blank face.

"You should have guessed it too, right?"

The tracksuit Motan sighed, turned and smiled at the pajama Motan: "Logically speaking, what I thought of, ’I’ shouldn’t be unable to think of, and this unreactive look should mean you’re deeply afraid of this happening, right? Don’t panic, I’m panicking too."

"Do you want him to panic or not to panic?"

The black overcoat Motan began to mock with folded arms.

"Phew..."

At this moment, the puzzled expression on the pajama Motan slowly diminished, replaced by unease and helplessness: "Honestly, I don’t want to guess in that direction at all."

"But now, we can’t avoid this issue. I always think that avoiding isn’t a solution."

"Yeah yeah, shit’s already smeared on the face, whether to wash or not, at least the fact that the face’s smeared with shit can’t be changed."

The other two Motans simultaneously shared their views, the former having implications, the latter was shit-stirring.

The pajama Motan weakly raised a hand to his forehead, groaned: "So you’re saying, this is not reality or in a game, but inside of ’Motan’s’ own thoughts, consciousness, imagination, or some other thing?"

"That’s correct, but no reward."

The black overcoat Motan nodded.

"That’s probably it."

The tracksuit Motan also agreed.

"And you guys... no, should say, we..."

The pajama Motan sized up the two ’selves’ in front of him, then lowered his head and looked at his pajamas and slippers, frowned: "Are all Motan."

The tracksuit Motan slightly nodded, added: "To be precise, I think it should be components of ’Motan’ as an entity."

"I represent the elegant, wise, handsome, and charismatic side of Motan."

The black overcoat Motan gracefully bowed, then pointed to the tracksuit Motan beside him: "And he is the embodiment of evil, a despicable, shameless, disgusting, vile man of the utmost depravity."

"As for me, I’m the embodiment of the [Orderly Good] faction in the game."

The tracksuit Motan directly ignored the other, musing: "And you both correspond separately to Motan’s [Absolute Neutrality] and [Chaotic Neutral] factions while playing The Realm of Innocence."