I Can Do It!

The strongest of them, Ned, was currently beset by four orc warriors, his vigorously wielded longsword radiating a faint blue mist and a chilling aura. It was thanks to this ice-enchanted weapon that he was able to best contain the enemies who might otherwise have overwhelmed Mo Tan and Shuangye, but Ned himself was beginning to tire and take injuries.

During one collision, he was even struck in the back of the heart by two warhammers simultaneously. If he hadn't managed to parry at the last second, that single impact might have gravely wounded him.

All Mo Tan could do was cast Fortitude Prayer on him every five minutes, occasionally interspersing it with a few utterly inadequate Edict: Shields and healing spells.

He really couldn't do more, because despite the seemingly perilous situation, Ned was actually in the best shape of anyone besides himself and Shuangye...

Salazar's left arm was broken. A dozen seconds ago, in order to help Crab out of a situation where he was being attacked from both sides, he had stepped forward and slammed an elbow into the enemy behind his teammate, only to have the orc warrior he had been fighting smash a fist into his side, crippling his arm.

Mo Tan had kept a nearly constant Edict: Shield on Salazar since then, but he couldn't provide high-intensity healing.

Because Yinna and Crab were in far worse condition. The latter had a deep, bone-revealing gash on his forehead from the fighting, and the blood pouring out of it was blurring his vision. His giant axe, after dozens of clashes with his kin who were only slightly weaker than him, was starting to show cracks...

And because he disliked wearing the tight-fitting standard soft armor, his bare body was now covered in wounds. Even though his physique far surpassed that of the previous player who had such a terrible gaming experience, Mo Tan knew that if things continued like this, it was only a matter of time before Crab followed in his footsteps!

Most of Mo Tan's Holy Touch spells, which had a limited healing effect, were being used on Crab. Although he could barely maintain Crab's combat effectiveness with the help of Fortitude Prayer, it was only for 'now'!

Mo Tan's mana and Piety were limited, after all!

Yinna's injuries were much better, since the elven ranger's evasion and speed far exceeded those of all the enemies present, but she wasn't a physically strong orc like Crab, nor was she a monk like Salazar who was committed to tempering his body and mind. Many attacks that the latter two could withstand with a bit of recovery would come at a heavy price for Yinna if she were hit even once.

Simply put, she had low health and low defense!

Mo Tan had originally been able to maintain a Holy Word Shield (Edict) on her as much as possible, but since Salazar broke his arm, he hadn't been able to take care of her...

To be honest, the fact that Mo Tan had been able to maintain a relatively tight support rhythm for the past dozen minutes was not only due to his use of skills at crucial moments, but also to the new talent he had recently acquired.

[Piety: Your devotion to the deity is affirmed. Passive Piety regeneration is permanently increased by 30%; when you are in combat and have not moved for 30 seconds, you will enter a 'Pious' state, increasing passive mana and Piety regeneration by 50%. This state is removed after moving, and re-activation requires meeting the 'Pious' requirement again.]

This talent was likely a gift from the gods. After all, Mo Tan didn't think he had the potential to be a fanatic, nor had he made any contributions to the church. Logically speaking, it shouldn't have been possible for him to obtain such a talent, which clearly seemed more useful in the later stages of the game, so quickly.

The lower the level of this talent, the less useful it is... Mo Tan had even complained in his heart, acting like he was getting a good deal and still complaining.

But if it weren't for the support of [Piety] right now, he would have run out of mana and Piety long ago.

But...

I can't.

Mo Tan mechanically raised his hands, for what felt like the hundredth time, and cast a Holy Word Shield that had just finished cooling down on Salazar, who had just taken a heavy blow and was starting to lose his balance.

Or rather, I can do it, but 'I' can't...

Ned was forcibly launching a charge, trying to save Yinna, whose evasion angle had been blocked by an orc shield warrior. He succeeded, but was also rammed in the back by an enemy who had been closely following him.

If I were here with one of my other personalities, I might not have been in this predicament...

Mo Tan stiffly refreshed the Fortitude Prayer on Ned, which was about to expire, and when he wanted to heal Crab, he found that his mana was almost depleted.

His companion had already thrown away his nearly useless axe and was now fighting two orc warriors who were trying to outflank Salazar with his bare hands, his body covered in several more wounds.

'I' can face any desperate situation and difficulty with a smile, and effectively use everything to achieve my goals, without relying on anyone, and calmly enjoy that madness...

Shuangye stopped casting. She had no mana left and couldn't even cast the most basic fireball...

'I' can become the most reliable support for my companions, and with persistence and faith, accompany everyone to create miracles with their own hands...

Yinna's face was pale. Although Ned had created a moment for her to catch her breath, she had already exhausted too much of her stamina, and the current situation was so hopeless that there was almost no chance of a comeback.

But 'I' can't... Despite having the same knowledge, experience, and insights, despite being 'me', the one standing here is the most mediocre of them all...

Mo Tan clenched his hands weakly, his face ashen.

Humans, as a species, will always have a moment when they suddenly feel self-loathing, whether they are geniuses, great men, villains, madmen, or mediocrities.

Regret and remorse, questioning and self-reflection, are all privileges of intelligent beings.

Loathing himself for betraying his friends.

Loathing himself for being cold and heartless.

Loathing himself for not fulfilling his filial duties.

Loathing himself for being unscrupulous.

Loathing himself for lacking courage.

Loathing himself for being unchangeable.

Loathing himself for being indecisive.

Loathing himself for being conservative.

Looking back, if we could return to those many moments we didn't want to remember, how much we would want to give ourselves a good slap in the face.

At that farewell dinner, which originally had a good atmosphere, would the result have been different if we had mustered the courage to confess?

If we could take even half a day off from our busy work to visit our family, would we have fewer regrets now?

If we had stood up for our friends when they were in trouble, even if it would have been very painful and embarrassing at the time, wouldn't we be less lonely now?

Of course, this world isn't that sweet...

Even if you muster the courage to confess, you might be publicly humiliated.

Even if you risk being laid off to go home, you might not make it in time for that final second.

Even if you stand up for your friends and take a knife for them, they might still sell you out one day.

But just a beautiful possibility is enough for us to regret, dislike, and even hate ourselves at some point.

But Mo Tan is different... or rather, a large part of him is different...

In his Chaotic Neutral state, he likes to treat everything as a form of entertainment, never taking responsibility for his actions, which of course includes emotions like 'self-loathing' or 'regret'. Even the imminent threat of death is seen as a rather adventurous game.

In his Lawful Good state, he would never do anything against his principles. He always knows what he should do and what he wants to do. He is always responsible for his words and actions, and proud of his good deeds, so naturally he wouldn't hate himself.

But the current Mo Tan is different...

He is no different from most of us, so he hates the current version of himself who 'can't do anything'.

Even though he is only a level 2 priest, he has already exhausted all his strength in this battle, but Mo Tan is still very dissatisfied with himself...

If it wasn't for the current 'me', I would definitely be able to do better!

That's what he thinks, and it's precisely because he knows 'himself' too well that such emotions arise. After all, if it were normal people like us, we would basically think, Ah, I've already tried my best.

It's the same reason why a student who has the ability to score 100 points gets more frustrated when they encounter a question they don't know how to answer than a slacker.

The reason this maddening feeling arises is not because Mo Tan is so close to the members of Fenrir Squad, or that they are like brothers. In fact, he can still distinguish between the game and reality. As for Shuangye, there's no need to mention her; dying just means being beaten back to her original form and starting over.

He's just dissatisfied with himself...

No harm, no foul. Sometimes this sentence is not just a joke. Mo Tan is being hurt by 'himself'.

Because he was originally no different from 'most of us'.

We need recognition, even when we're angry with ourselves, we just need a little self-comfort...

But the current Mo Tan can't even find a reason to comfort himself.

But he is not alone...

"Hey! Slowing down there!" Ned staggered forward two steps, but suddenly turned back and smiled at him: "A little tired, are we?"

Mo Tan was stunned.

Salazar snorted lightly. Before the Holy Word Shield on his body had faded, he directly crashed into an orc warrior's arms, and at the same time used a dark force to knock the opponent back four or five steps. He actually grinned rarely and gave Mo Tan a thumbs up from afar: "Don't listen to the captain's nonsense, you're really outstanding! Well, especially after my arm was broken."

"Hehe!" Crab snatched a heavy and rough iron hammer, swung it around and smashed the orc in front of him, who was so tired that he was about to stick his tongue out, down the slope, and laughed: "I think with this kid around, I can at least hit twice as much as usual!"

Yinna happened to flash between Mo Tan and Shuangye at this moment, raised her hand and shot an arrow at the guy who wanted to take advantage of the situation to pursue Ned, turned her head and smiled at the two of them: "The captain never says nice things, you're all good enough!"

Shuangye shrugged, glanced at Mo Tan, and muttered, "He's more useful than me, his mana is like he has an unlimited supply."

Mo Tan was stunned for a long time, until Crab, not far away, used a pretentious scream to signal to himself that he should add some more health.

It seems that even if he is not 'special', he is still somewhat useful...

No! Perhaps I can be even more useful!

Raising his hand and throwing a Holy Touch at Crab, Mo Tan began to think.

Maybe the current me can't come up with any unpredictable plans, and can't do everything on my own to make everything a mess.

Mo Tan looked around at this small and messy battlefield.

Nor do I have enough courage and willpower to shoulder everything and lead everyone to victory.

The figures and movements of each teammate around him were clearly reflected in his eyes. This short period of dedicated assistance has allowed Mo Tan to have a preliminary understanding of everyone.

But...

Only a healer in the support position has the opportunity to grasp everyone's combat habits, movements, and abilities in the shortest amount of time, so that they can make treatments or buffs in advance.

There are also some things that only the current me can do.

Mo Tan always has: enough knowledge and wisdom, fast reaction speed, and keen insight!

Only Hei Fan possesses: a support-oriented profession, an approachable personality, and resonance with most ordinary people!

"Captain!"

Ned immediately turned his head when he heard the words.

He saw Mo Tan suddenly shout in a deep voice: "A little to the left behind you! Suppress the one holding the shield!"

"What do you mean?" Ned subconsciously glanced in that direction, hesitated slightly, but still rushed over, waving his sword to force the opponent to raise his shield to block.

Although he didn't quite understand why he had to suppress a shield soldier with no attack ability at this time, it didn't prevent Ned from trusting Mo Tan.

This trust was nurtured by Mo Tan, one Holy Touch at a time, in the previous ten minutes!

"Crab!" Mo Tan didn't make any explanation, but instead of applying the Holy Word Shield to Ned as he usually would, he applied it to Crab, and said loudly: "Step back three steps! Swing at the red-haired one!"

Crab didn't say a word, stomped back three steps, and swung a hammer at an orc soldier who had been waiting for a good position and was inconvenient to attack just now.

The opponent had been waiting for an opportunity, so he easily dodged the blow, but also subconsciously moved his body to the side.

"Salazar! Blast him away!" Mo Tan immediately said: "Use that move that takes you half a minute to recover from!"

Bang!!

The Lizardfolk monk slapped away the guy who had just moved his body to the side and was facing away from him, and asked in confusion: "How do you know my move 'Crashing Palm'?"

"Nonsense, I've been watching all along!" Mo Tan replied casually, stretching out his right hand, and a golden halo flashed, but it wasn't any auxiliary spell.

Instead, it was the lowest-level divine art of Holy Light Learning, the Gleaming Bolt with extremely poor attack power.

But even though this skill's attack power is terrible, at least it's bright!

"Yinna!" Mo Tan shouted immediately after launching the Gleaming Bolt, "It's this way! Salazar has already set up the angle for you! See those dirty butts over there? Please give us a scattering shot!"

"Roger that~~~"

Chapter 30: The End

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