My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

Chapter 646: Tartaglia: The young master is still chasing me, damn it.

"I am still young, I cannot sacrifice myself, Abeldo, save me, Abeldo."

As Abedadodalia continued to plead, the young master, upon hearing his words, was somewhat reluctant to admit that the man beside him was actually himself.

No, he is not himself. He himself would not have such a weak reaction. Such desperate pleas are not as effective as stating one's own value.

"Shut up! You've disgraced Ajax and betrayed the honor of the Executive!"

"By manipulating the water element, I can control the loss of blood and barely manage to live a little longer," the young master said, his tone somewhat annoyed.

"Honor? Is honor even useful?"

Abedo, grant me the life-fixing device…

D'Artagnan scoffed and the young master beside him continued to plead. Upon hearing this, the young master coughed up blood and said angrily, "You...!"

"Hahahaha, that's why I say humans are so interesting~"

Upon hearing these words, old man Abedo seemed to have seen something very amusing, and he clutched his stomach and burst into laughter.

Resuming his previous standing posture, Abedo looked at the two lying on the ground and said with an undisguised arrogant laugh:

"So I've decided I won't just stand by and watch you bleed to death, A.J.K.S."

Abedo stretched out his hands and threw the two orbs of light directly at the two of them. At that moment, both Prince and D'Artagnan felt their strength rapidly recovering.

"Young Master~"

When the two were too weak to stand up, Abedo's cheerful voice rang out again. The young master looked at his partner, who had become somewhat outrageous after not seeing him for a while, with a bit of confusion.

"This is an Ajax. With it, you can crush everything and become the only Ajax."

Abedo looked at the puzzled young master and said this. As soon as he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers and the young master instantly noticed that the scenery around him had changed.

"As for operating the steering wheel..."

At that moment, a jeep suddenly appeared some distance away from Dadalia, and just a moment ago, the young master was teleported into the jeep by Xia Qing using his spatial abilities.

Guided by his mental abilities, the young master adjusted his position and his eyes lit up as he looked at the steering wheel in front of him. This thing was somewhat similar to a mode of transportation that had not yet been mass-produced in Zhidong's area.

Could it be... that kind of transportation from the future?

"Thank you, Abelardo."

With a hint of excitement, the young master stepped on the spot in his memory where stepping on it would make this kind of transportation move forward.

My other self, now that you've partnered with the ultimate life form from Mondstadt in the future, you can rest assured and face death.

You're welcome, clown.

Abedo responded, and the young master nodded upon hearing this, already understanding what Abedo meant.

Once you kill your original self, you become the new clown.

If the company thinks so too, then what the other person says might be somewhat true.

After starting the accelerator, the young master drove the jeep that Abedo had just created towards the direction of his other self.

With the ability to shape matter in the bubble space, Xia Qing could completely cosplay the Herrscher of Reason, who could recreate things out of thin air using energy as long as she knew the principle.

"Don't come near me!"

Faced with the young master driving a jeep towards them, the Tartaglia illusion, controlled by Xia Qing, showed a somewhat flustered expression.

Despite his weakness, D'Artagnan got up and ran without saying a word, but it was too late. The young master's jeep hit him and knocked him to the side.

After turning a corner, the young master continued to crash into Dadalia, who, of course, would not sit idly by and wait to die. Looking at the surrounding scene, Dadalia ran towards the edge of the dark environment.

There weren't many obstacles to dodge within the red ball, and the young master silently began to accelerate in this vehicle, which resembled the one built by Zhi Dong.

Facing the young master driving the jeep, Xia Qing, who was not currently fully in control of Tadalia but letting it react automatically, thought for a moment and began editing the language database.

Some of the lines that follow, which might be considered offensive, were not originally part of the original script when I was editing the Prince's Quotations database.

After spending a few seconds quickly simulating the young master's voice using her matching abilities to add a new swear word to the language database, Xia Qing silently chose to play it.

Well, it was you, young master, who uttered those uncivilized words. What does that have to do with me, Xia Qing?

"The young master is still chasing me, damn it."

At this moment, D'Artagnan, who was running away in a panic, said something in a somewhat unfriendly tone, and the young master who was chasing him was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.

Wait, when did my original self start saying such things? When I became an executive officer, all the etiquette that Her Majesty the Empress taught me was... no, all forgotten?

"Look me in the eye, Ajax! Charge at the car, don't run away!"

Feeling he was being led astray, the young master shook his head and continued crashing forward. After being injured once more, D'Artagnan shouted angrily, "D'Artagnan, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the jeep's force returned, and Dadalia was once again thrown into the air.

"Don't come near me, my other self!"

Seeing that the young master, Tadalia, was still driving towards them, his expression was rather unpleasant, but he was met with the young master's cold gaze.

Just run over your other self with the SUV, SUV, for my own good, ram Ajax!

The young master had already made up his mind: if you kill this Ajax, you will become the real Ajax.

However, this jeep still lacks power, but that's alright, my strength is gradually recovering.

Once I regain some of my strength, I'll use this jeep as a projectile to crush my other self.

"what!"

As he was thinking, the young master suddenly heard a scream. He saw that the wheels of the jeep were stained with bright red blood. Before he could get up, Dadalia's legs were crushed.

Xia Qing, who was creating the illusion of her legs being crushed, continued to stand motionless in the place where she had just appeared, using the identity of Abedo, while the phantom of Dadalia was now simulating the effects of blood and tears.

"What's with that expression? What's with those tears? Will your tears bring victory to Her Majesty the Empress?!"

Looking at his alter ego, who appeared to be crying due to a physiological reaction, the young master spoke in a low voice, silently turning the jeep around to prepare for another attempt.

Chapter 647: Riddler, get out of Mondstadt!

“D'Artagnan, Abedo, I’ve remembered this debt. The ultimate owner of the Ajax identity is destined to be a buffoon. A mere lowly executive officer dares to dream of becoming the true master of this identity.”

This is utterly ridiculous and arrogant. The day I recover from my injuries will be the day you all die.

After saying this to the oncoming jeep, Tadalia disappeared before the young master could react.

And exactly at the same time, Abedo, who had been silently watching, spoke up to the young master: "So... what do you plan to do now?"

After a moment of silence, the young master said in response to Abedo's question, "Sometimes you can't survive without fighting. Right now, I must fight and win."

Victory, then conquest—the identity of Ajax is destined to be mine!

Upon hearing this, Abedo nodded, while the crowd outside watched the young master with wary expressions.

After everyone waited a short while and had basically finished gathering their strength, the young master, who had been standing there with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes.

"Dartaria?"

The young master and lady seemed puzzled, and for a moment just now, Dadalia had clearly acted strangely.

"Final stage, complete."

Ignoring the lady as she slowly opened her eyes, D'Artagnan smiled. He had just learned from Abedo the true purpose of his other self.

However, all his hard work will ultimately become his own strength, and all his efforts will ultimately benefit himself.

"Final stage... what does that mean?"

The young lady frowned, her words filled with wariness. Upon hearing this, the young man looked up at the sky, composed himself, and then spoke:

"Of course, this is the final step in my plan."

The woman who heard this looked somewhat horrified, and at the same time, a figure slowly walked over from a distance.

"The final step of the plan?"

A man leaning on a cane, wearing a hat with a large question mark on his head, looked at the young master with a furrowed brow, while the young master casually replied in a nonchalant tone:

"The final step of my plan to obtain this ultimate malevolent power has been completed."

I now possess, without a doubt, terrifying power capable of overturning the laws of nature; this is the pinnacle of scientific research in the world today.

Upon hearing the young master's calm tone, the person who suddenly appeared became somewhat serious: "Then let me take a look, let me take a look at the cutting-edge scientific research you mentioned."

Upon hearing this, the young master looked at the suddenly appearing man with a puzzled expression: "Who are you?"

"A subordinate of the Executive Doctor, nicknamed the Riddler, has come here to eliminate the hidden dangers in this area."

Whether it's a scarecrow or a lady, they will all lose their lives here today.

As the riddle-maker spoke, he raised his cane. As everyone knows, Mondstadt is also known as Gotham.

Upon seeing this scene, Kaeya's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, it seems that Mondstadt has been drawn into the internal strife of the Winterlands.

"What an arrogant tone! Madam is a pillar of the foolish masses and a person deeply trusted by Her Majesty the Queen."

I, Tartaglia, have no intention of betraying Her Majesty the Empress and standing by and watching all of this happen!

Upon hearing the young master's words, the riddle-maker sneered: "The Empress you see is no longer the Empress of the past."

"After Theresis usurped Her Majesty's throne, those I served decided to raise the sword of rebellion against her."

Upon hearing this, the young master sneered: "I already knew about this, but I don't care who Her Majesty the Empress is now."

Right now, all I want to do is carry out my grand plan; the Doctor had better not get in my way at this time.

Upon hearing this, the riddle-maker, facing the determined young master, prepared for battle. The lady and the scarecrow had to be eliminated today: "Young master, enough talk, come and duel!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the riddle teller launched an attack on the young master's position.

However, at this moment, Diluc attacked first: "What do you guys think Mondstadt is? A place where you can come and go as you please, a dueling arena where you can fight as you please?"

I, Diluc, a man of justice, will absolutely not allow you to act so recklessly!

Looking at the young master and the riddle master, Diluc, who calls himself a righteous man, has begun to consider whether or not to use the power of the Evil Eye that he brought along just to be on the safe side.

To achieve victory in this situation, he must use the power of the Fools to defeat them, for the evil eye from the Fools is the root of his hatred for that organization.

"Ha, a mere holder of the Eye of God, whose strength is far inferior to that of a lower-level demon god, dares to speak so arrogantly in front of me?"