Chapter 2941 - 1395: The Pit (2)

Motan in pajamas scratched his head in frustration and said helplessly, "So we’re all considered Motan... Phew, I know about this, but this current situation should be a manifestation of the illness worsening, right? Talking to ourselves and all, we don’t even have a main identity."

"Because there isn’t any main identity at all."

Motan in a black trench coat said calmly, then surprisingly took out a pack of premium White Sha cigarettes, retailing at 11 yuan, from his pocket, and lit one for himself with a clown-themed Zippo lighter.

Motan in a tracksuit frowned, staring at the flickering cigarette butt, and asked, "What’s that?"

"Conjured up in my mind; I just tried it casually, didn’t expect it to work."

Motan in the black trench coat blew a smoke ring and said leisurely, "But only the cigarette and the lighter worked, stuff like Gundams, bombers, fusion reactors, inflatable dolls, and 3D maneuver gear all failed."

"Hmm..."

Motan in a tracksuit pondered for two seconds, then pulled out a canned black coffee from his pocket.

"Hmm..."

Motan in pajamas dug out a strawberry-flavored lollipop from his pajama top pocket.

In the next two minutes, Motan in a black trench coat finished his cigarette, Motan in pajamas finished his lollipop, and Motan in a tracksuit drank all the coffee, then picked up the cigarette butt thrown on the ground by Motan in a black trench coat and stuffed it into the can, clearing his throat: "Alright, let’s get back to our main topic."

"Is there any hope for me..."

Motan in pajamas looked desolate, his face ashen.

"Don’t be too pessimistic, we’re still a bit of a way from going insane~"

Motan in a black trench coat whistled loudly and said with a grin, "If you think about it, I’d say this is more like an upgrade. For example, the original Motan is like a program that can only run single-threaded; although he had two more threads compared to others, he could only run one at a time. Now, it’s like all three threads have started simultaneously. Isn’t that exciting?"

"Not at all."

Motan in a tracksuit shook his head hard and said seriously, "We can’t stay in this state forever. Sooner or later, we’ll have to regain consciousness in reality. Running three threads simultaneously isn’t a problem now, but what about then? A person with three different modes of thinking and entirely different personality inclinations is undoubtedly insane."

Motan in the black trench coat was stunned, showing an unusually surprised expression: "Three... three orientations!?"

"Personality inclinations! Don’t go changing my words!"

Motan in a tracksuit shouted through clenched teeth, looking quite high in blood pressure.

Then Motan in pajamas suddenly strode over to the two of them and said with a forced smile, "I say, can we discuss the main matter now?"

"I’ve always been emphasizing the main matter!"

Motan in a tracksuit clenched his teeth.

"I’ve never talked about the main matter!"

Motan in a black trench coat said matter-of-factly.

"..."

Motan in pajamas trembled with anger.

"Forget it, given the special situation..."

But surprisingly, Motan in a black trench coat suddenly said cheerfully, then took a deep breath and squinted his eyes: "I’ve been recalling, and now I finally remember the root cause of the situation at hand. It should be those two times of personality switching we did outside. Let’s use that as our starting point."

Motan in a tracksuit was first taken aback, then nodded in agreement: "Indeed, if you go through the process from the beginning, it should be logging out of the game, actively switching our mental state, then logging in to send a message to Yu Chen, then logging out again, and actively switching our mental state to log into the ’Mor’ character."

"Then when I came back to my senses, we ended up here."

Motan in pajamas followed along with the thought, stroking his chin and pondering: "So the point when things went wrong should be right after the second logout when we actively switched personalities. Is that the reason?"

Motan in a tracksuit nodded and said slowly: "I think even if it’s not the direct reason, it’s undoubtedly related. Honestly speaking, ever since getting into [The Realm of Innocence], especially during our time in Academy City, I... uh, or rather, we have been actively changing our mental state a bit too frequently."

"Haha, thinking we developed an awesome emergency measure, but it turned out to be a pit~"

Motan in a black trench coat grinned mischievously and raised his eyebrows: "Well, now we’re getting what we deserve."

"Don’t act like it has nothing to do with you."

Motan in a tracksuit glared at the ’self’ next to him and said sarcastically: "The main point now is what should I... uh, we do."

Motan in pajamas, realizing they had found a starting point, began to offer constructive suggestions: "Personally, I don’t think this state will last long, and even if we’re stuck here, Uncle Yi will definitely come looking for us if we’re out of touch with the outside world for too long."

"Speaking of which, both Uncle Yi and Gugu-chan are not simple characters."

Motan in a black trench coat rubbed his temples, showing a subtle expression: "If it really gets to that point, I wonder if they’ll notice what’s wrong with ’me’."

"Note, it’s ’us’."

Motan in a tracksuit corrected seriously, crossing his arms: "Don’t refer to yourself as ’me’. You’re not Motan; all three of us combined are Motan."

Motan in a black trench coat did not refute, but silently flipped the middle finger, only to have it grabbed by the other and bent hard!

"Ow, ow, ow, that hurts!"

Motan in a black trench coat screamed in pain and started hopping around.

Yet in that instant, the surroundings suddenly shook violently, with countless cracks appearing out of nowhere, filled with distorted scenes inside.

"Stop!"

Realizing the situation had changed, Motan in a black trench coat immediately hissed sharply.

In that very moment, Motan in a tracksuit already had let go of the other’s middle finger.

In the next moment, as if the chaotic turbulence earlier had been a mere illusion, everything reverted to the original foggy scene; the mist around the three had merely thinned slightly.

"What just happened..."

Motan in a tracksuit frowned, looked around the seemingly unchanging space, and murmured: "Could it be a sign of imminent awakening, returning to reality?"

"That’s probably it."

Motan in a black trench coat blew on his middle finger and said casually: "Those actions that trigger pain should be our way out of here."

Motan in a tracksuit nodded, exhaled a breath of relief: "That’s good news; we’re not sure what the situation is outside now. We’ve been here for a while, and the plan over at Academy City..."

"There’s nothing we can do about that."

Motan in a black trench coat interrupted, shaking his head and waving a hand: "Who could have expected to fall ill suddenly? Even if that androgynous person gets away, it’s beyond our control."

"I think..."

At this moment, Motan in pajamas, who had remained silent before, suddenly spoke: "We don’t need to worry about that anymore."

"Oh?"

"Huh?"

Motan in a tracksuit and Motan in a black trench coat both turned their attention to Motan in pajamas.

"When you two were bickering just now, you probably didn’t notice those cracks that suddenly appeared in the mist."

Motan in pajamas turned to a certain spot diagonally in front of him, saying seriously: "Just then, in the cracks at that position, the scene of the ground getting closer to us was visible; I think that was us in reality, right before we were about to faint, but not quite closing our eyes yet... in the present continuous tense."

"Present continuous tense?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if nothing changes when we wake up, we won’t be too late to continue with the plan, because in reality ’Motan’s’ body is still in the process of falling to the ground. Based on the time we’ve been here and realized each other’s presence, I think this process will last at least..."

"How long?"

"About twenty minutes."

"And after twenty minutes?"

"I’ll... uh, we’ll be falling to the ground."

"And then wake up?"

"Probably?"

"Hmm..."

"Hmm..."

"Tsk..."

Chapter 1395: The End