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Li Muhai has suffered from a strange illness since the age of seven. From time to time, he loses consciousness and inexplicably loses a stretch of his memory.

At twenty-four, broke and with nowhere left to turn, he suddenly notices the countless bizarre things happening around him. That is when he discovers he has dissociative identity disorder. There’s a whole crowd inside his body, and while his original self is useless at everything, every split personality is ridiculously capable.

Li Muling: I’m a gorgeous woman. Isn’t it perfectly reasonable that I have a few hundred admirers?

Li Muling: I love little animals, so of course I can talk to them. What’s that, an animal communicator? Call me the Beast King!

Li Muting: Could you all please believe in science? Based on the ASI superintelligence I developed, humanity will enter the space age in fifty years.

Li Muming: Living things have only two ultimate pursuits: good food and beautiful women. And clearly, I’ve reached the pinnacle of both.

Li Muzhan: What super-soldier? I just served in the military for a few years and happen to be in good shape.

Li Muyu: Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going? Art is humanity’s highest pursuit; the material world is all an illusion.

Li Muyun: Fortune-telling is an art. Isn’t it only natural that I know a few powerful people? You’re asking why I’m flying on a sword? It’s perfectly reasonable for a cultivator to know a few spells, isn’t it?

The bigwigs watched as delivery rider Li Muhai raced off into the distance, leaving them all behind. They whispered among themselves and sighed.

“See that? Maybe all the big shots have a few quirks. That’s what it means to be a true master hidden in plain sight.”

“He must not want us bothering him. Last time I went to see him, he kept saying he didn’t know me. Looks like I managed to offend him.”