Chaotic Neutral Mo Tan

Most cases of Dissociative Identity Disorder manifest and switch without warning. However, after years of conscious training, Mo Tan can now buy himself about five minutes of buffer time. These are five invaluable minutes, the countless crucial five-minute intervals that keep him from being dragged off to a mental institution.

During this time, he briefly possesses two personalities simultaneously, with the one about to emerge suppressing his obviously different character and emotions at the first opportunity, ensuring a smooth transition...

After all, each personality is still Mo Tan himself, sharing the same memories, identity, and wisdom. Despite their different personalities, they aren't several completely different people crammed into the same shell.

Strictly speaking, there are four.

The first personality was cultivated by Mo Tan later in life. He is relatively mild-mannered, shares the same hobbies as his peers, is quite meticulous, and has a few ordinary friends he gets along with. This is also Hei Fan, the Chaotic Neutral character in [Innocent World].

The second personality possesses a mind that wanders across countless frequencies. Unlike the former, everything he does is without purpose. If he seeks anything, it's the indescribable joy and satisfaction he speaks of. Had he been born in a different era, this type of person would either be a dissolute playboy or a mad, deranged terrorist or revolutionary.

The third personality is hard to define. Calling him a saintly mother is inappropriate, since Mo Tan is a man. Calling him a saintly father is also questionable. In short, he is a moral paragon in every sense of the word. It goes without saying that he loathes evil. If Mo Tan could maintain this personality, he could even get a green card and run for Chief Justice of the Supreme Court in that evil capitalist country, given his intelligence. At the very least, he could transmigrate and become a righteous paladin. However, it must be emphasized that being upright doesn't mean being foolish. Justice backed by wisdom will not be exploited; instead, it will often expose the filth lurking in dark corners.

As for the last one...

No one wants to remember. It's the personality that Mo Tan initially sealed away. It may exist, but it's the one least needed. Every version of Mo Tan shares this absolute consensus.

Back to the main topic...

Mo Tan had played mental simulation games before, but his mind would fluctuate violently during personality switches. Even with five minutes of buffer time, he would still be forcibly disconnected. This time, however, he didn't guess at either the beginning or the end.

Disconnecting wasn't wrong, but it was an instantaneous disconnection without any buffer.

Logging back in wasn't wrong either, but he was prompted by the system to restart the character creation process...

"Hahahaha~! This is just too interesting!" Mo Tan, standing on the stone platform for the second time and surveying the surrounding void, was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter. "This game may not have helped me find my 'true self,' but it's certainly interesting!"

As if experiencing déjà vu, nine doors descended from the sky.

This time, Mo Tan didn't hesitate. He walked straight to the door he had tried before, the one with [Chaotic Neutral] written on it, and chuckled, "Open."

Rumble!!

As if having waited for a long time, the door trembled and swung open, the rapidly opening doors seeming to welcome him inside.

"Or is the 'real me'..." Mo Tan whispered with a smile, "directly explained by the words [Chaotic Neutral]?"

He cracked his neck, eagerly stepping through the door.

The system's voice still echoed from the darkness...

[Your alignment is - Chaotic Neutral. This alignment is irreversible. Calculating your initial talents, race, and abilities.]

"Complete individualist, avoids authority, hates restrictions, challenges tradition..." Mo Tan murmured the definition of [Chaotic Neutral] from his memory of D&D rules, "So this is 'true chaos'..."

[Calculation complete. Your initial character information is:]

Race: Half-elf

Gender: Male

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Talents: Chaos (Extreme emotions will grant you additional damage and success rate), Cunning (Cunning School Level +3), Persuasion (Makes others more likely to believe you)

Base Attributes: Strength 4, Dexterity 8, Intelligence 9, Constitution 4

Visible Attributes: Eloquence 8, Charisma 8, Knowledge 8, Leadership 5

Combat Attributes: Cunning Level 3

"Even though it's all me, the difference is really something else~" Mo Tan didn't seem to feel sorry for himself at all, and no one knew why he was so happy.

[Please name your character]

"Tan Mo, no need to confirm again, it's written wrong, written wrong~" Mo Tan said casually with a smile, actually just wanting to confirm the system's intelligence, as he didn't care about the name at all.

[Adjust appearance?]

A slender man with most human features, only his hair and eyes being emerald green, appeared before Mo Tan, naturally looking exactly like him.

"It really didn't confirm the name again, clever~" Mo Tan praised, then said, "Mostly no need to change, just dye my hair back to black."

The long, green hair of the half-elf model immediately turned black. This time, Mo Tan was satisfied.

[Character creation complete. Tan Mo, Chaotic Neutral, welcome to the Land of No Crime.]

Control over his body returned, a familiar sensation of déjà vu, but this time both the surrounding environment and Mo Tan's own state of mind were completely different.

Opening his eyes, he found himself in an ordinary town street. There weren't many people passing by, mostly farmers carrying hoes or hunters in simple equipment. The races were quite diverse, including dwarves, halflings, trolls, lizardmen, and others Mo Tan recognized or didn't, but they seemed to be in complete harmony.

"Tsk, compared to that reality where even different skin colors can be a reason for attack, this is truly a simple and pure world~" Mo Tan muttered to himself as he strolled along, "Although it seems like trouble will appear soon..."

The reason he said this was because he saw the guiding quest given by the system.

[--Prevent the Bone Controller Medi from causing a bone plague in Maple Sugar Town]

It didn't seem like a normal beginner's guide quest at all...

But Mo Tan didn't care, and was actually quite happy~

"Hey! Buddy!" He suddenly greeted a human man who was bending over picking some kind of red vegetable, smiling at him. "Can I take up a little of your time?"

The man looked at Mo Tan with some confusion. "Who are you?"

"A wandering bard, from a faraway place." Mo Tan fabricated very naturally, then his tone suddenly became a little somber. "Of course, before I started wandering, I also had a stable place to live, a warm place called home... Until... Oh, Aili, why did it have to be you..."

He sighed faintly, stopping himself, then smiled apologetically at the middle-aged man who was already clearly a bit dazed. "Sorry, I always inadvertently think of those things..."

"No, buddy, I should be the one apologizing." The man sighed, wearing a 'been there, done that' expression. "So, what can I do for you?"

Mo Tan lowered his voice. "I heard there's a mage in Maple Sugar Town. I was hoping to have a chat with him, if possible. You know, even poets run out of inspiration sometimes, and the kids get tired of hearing the same old stories about dragons and knights, so..."

"A mage?" The middle-aged man frowned, hesitant. "In Maple Sugar Town?"

"That's what I heard," Mo Tan said without batting an eye.

Perhaps it was his incredibly expressive face and superb acting skills, or maybe it was his starting Charisma of 8, but the man, who was originally in a hurry to buy groceries and go home, became quite intrigued. He stroked his chin, muttering to himself as he pondered, "I don't remember there being a mage in town..."

"Oh, that's right!" Mo Tan slapped his forehead. "I remember his name is... Medi?"

"Mr. Medi?" The man exclaimed softly. "He lives outside of town, a gentle old man who occasionally comes here to buy necessities. He... he's a mage?"

Mo Tan blinked. "Where does he live?"

"In that two-story wooden house east of town. He... huh? Where did he go?" The uncle had just handed two copper coins to the shop owner, but when he turned back, the young man with a story to tell had vanished.

Medi Le was sketching something on a wrinkled piece of parchment with a quill, his expression focused and serious. Two minutes later, the old man stretched with a sigh of relief, then turned with a smile. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Mo Tan, who had been leaning against the door for quite some time, shook his head. "I haven't been here long. Besides, watching you work on these futile endeavors isn't exactly boring."

"Futile endeavors?" Medi chuckled. "You think I'm just copying notes, young man?"

Mo Tan walked into the room without hesitation, stopping in front of Medi and wagging a finger. "Since you haven't heard of the deductive method, I won't bother explaining too much. In short, I gathered from certain features about you and the layout of the house that your wife probably passed away several years ago. I also deduced that there's nothing underground after wandering around that decorative tombstone in your backyard, plus..."

"Plus what?" Medi's eyes grew cold, casually stroking his ring.

"Plus the aura of death I sensed before I even stepped inside," Mo Tan said, bypassing Medi and sitting in his chair, crossing his legs. "It's enough to prove that you're preparing a foolish resurrection ritual."

He lied about that last part. With Mo Tan's current strength, he couldn't sense a thing. The so-called 'aura of death' was purely a product of his imagination, prompted by the quest.

But Medi didn't know that...

It was the first time anyone had openly revealed his identity as a necromancer since he had become one three months after his beloved wife's death seven years ago!

[Medi Le]
Race: Human (NPC)
Gender: Male
Level: Bone Controller 9, Priest 11
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Attributes: Strength 10, Dexterity 3, Intelligence 41, Constitution 15
Combat Attributes: Necromantic Lore 7, Holy Light School 15, Arcane School 10
Skills: Flesh Perception, Bone Splitting, Bone Spear, Bone Shield, Curse of Pain, Undead Summoning, Insight, Greater Arcane Prism, Purify (Cannot Use), Radiance (Cannot Use), Wisdom Blessing (Cannot Use).

The reason for switching to the God's-eye view to show you Medi's stats is for the following purposes.

First, Medi could easily wipe out Mo Tan in a matter of minutes if he wanted to.

Second, with his Necromantic Lore of only 7, trying to resurrect someone who had been dead for many years was a pipe dream.

And lastly, I want to say that in certain situations, data isn't the only standard that determines the outcome...

"Give me a reason not to kill you, young man," Medi said softly, staring into Mo Tan's emerald green eyes. The ring on his left finger shimmered slightly, and the barrier that had been set up around the cottage for years had been activated, preventing Mo Tan from escaping.

However, the latter had no intention of running. Instead, he suddenly burst into laughter!

"Ha! Hahahaha~!" Mo Tan, who had been calm and composed, suddenly covered his face in an exaggerated manner, pointing at Medi with a trembling hand, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. "Ha, you... you actually... hahahaha... asked the stupidest question! I'm so disappointed, seriously Medi, I'm so disappointed!"

Medi stared at him coldly, his gaunt right hand making a grabbing motion in the air, and a pale white bone spear instantly appeared, aimed at Mo Tan's heart. He said in a deep voice, "What do you think I should ask?"

The reason he hadn't killed Mo Tan immediately was because the [Flesh Perception] and [Insight] he had quietly cast on the latter when he first entered the house returned no abnormalities. This proved that the other party was either fearless or a complete madman, so out of caution, Medi didn't act immediately and instead continued to probe.

"I think you should ask me if there's a way to truly resurrect your wife besides those clumsy, futile efforts..." Mo Tan shook his head, his face full of disappointment. "Or, if you were smarter, you'd just ask me to resurrect her."

Relaxed and natural demeanor, calm tone, normal heart rate, relaxed muscles, composed smile, and focused gaze.

The feedback from Insight and Perception was the same. The person in front of him wasn't lying, he was simply stating a fact, a fact that was gradually sinking his burning heart...

"Please don't make that face~" Mo Tan shook his head. "The connection between the soul and the body is incredibly complex and doesn't allow for even the slightest carelessness. The knowledge and resources required to resurrect someone far exceed your meager imagination, Medi."

The old man's expression was no longer calm. His face twisted as he growled, "Are you saying I'm doomed to fail? That Mana will never come back?!"

It had to be said that Mo Tan's combination of various bits of knowledge and ambiguous nonsense, coupled with his Oscar-worthy acting skills, had already thrown Medi off balance...

"You'll have to ask her that first," Mo Tan said in a persuasive tone, taking advantage of the fact that the other party was probably unable to do it. "That way, you can create a highly compatible vessel that won't cause your beloved to be torn apart~"

Medi's eyes dimmed. He stroked the ring on his finger, his voice trembling. "I can't do it. Although I can feel her, I can't communicate with Mana's remnant soul at all. Even after becoming a necromancer, I still can't do it..."

"See, that's where your foolishness lies," Mo Tan mocked. "After all this, don't you understand why I'm here?"

"You..." Medi suddenly looked up. "You're going to help me?"

"Drink this~" Mo Tan casually tossed out a bottle, saying after the other party instinctively caught it, "It will allow you to communicate with souls temporarily. You have five minutes. After that, I'll help you complete the resurrection ritual."

Medi looked at the flask filled with clear liquid in his hand, his expression uncertain. He narrowed his eyes at Mo Tan. "Why should I trust you?"

"You have no choice," the latter said confidently with a smile. "Or you can try attacking me, and then, in a few seconds, you'll be able to meet your wife as you wish. Of course, I'm not sure if you'll still have a soul at that point."

Medi fell silent. Rather than dismissing everything as a prank by some madman, he preferred to believe that everything the unfathomable young man said was true...

"I'm not a philanthropist." Mo Tan's expression grew colder. "After your wish is fulfilled, there will be plenty of new tasks waiting for you to complete, so stop wasting time..."

"If my wife is resurrected, I am willing to be at your disposal until the end of my days," Medi nodded, pulled the cork, and drank the entire bottle of liquid.

Mo Tan smiled, a genuinely happy smile.

[Holy Water]

Single-use consumable

Effect: Increases your mana regeneration rate for ten minutes.

[Note: The devout can convert ordinary water into Holy Water through prayer.]

Chapter 3: The End