Knowing his name was one thing; it was easily accessible on Earth. But the term Players was a different story. The only ones who could have known such a term were descendants of ancient Players, where referring to Transmigrators as such originated from. Unless there were natives here who carried the bloodline of those legendary figures, the knowledge should have been inaccessible in Undersea. Sure, there was the slim possibility that they had stumbled upon the term through sheer coincidence, but it was highly unlikely. How would they even begin to connect themselves to the concept of Players without prior knowledge?

Then again, they had already uncovered their abilities, while his own Gift remained shrouded in mystery. With the collective intellect of a group of brilliant university students, perhaps they had pieced together a broader understanding of the situation. Could they have already discovered the existence of *Leveling*, *Relics*, or even *Sacred Bonds*? The thought unsettled him.

Kaiser’s mind churned with questions, but he held them back. There would be time to ask later. Hazie was not going anywhere. And even if she tried to run, she could not outrun him. That's for sure.

Hazie gently placed Windslayer back where she had taken it from, her movements careful and respectful, afraid to damage the seemingly fragile glass. Then, with a playful smile, she continued.

"The Gifts really are strange. Yours is a glass sword, and mine is… Split!"

Kaiser blinked, dumbfounded for a moment. His reaction drew a delighted giggle from Hazie, who clearly relished catching him off guard again.

Nonchantly, he said, "Is this how you treat a dying patient? Ah, it's so great to be a laughing stock on my deathbed." His words carried no irritation, only a dry, deadpan delivery.

Her soft laughter faltered, her expression softening. She gave him a tender, apologetic smile. "Oh, I’m sorry… I was just trying to cheer you up. And you'll be fine, so don't call yourself a dying man—you’ll live, Kai. I believe in you."

"I’m joking," he said flatly, watching her freeze for a moment before chuckling again.

"Is that so? Your face is so calm, I thought you were serious."

Kaiser rolled his eyes, offering no further response.

'There goes my enthusiasm... I really need to improve my communication skill.'

Fortunately, this pink-head is more than enough to keep a conversation going despite Kaiser's timidness in his words. For him, talking to a fearsome foe with curses and slashes is a lot easier.

Hazie took a breath and resumed. "Now, where was I? Oh, right. When I said my Gift is Split, I meant it literally. At first, I couldn’t figure it out. It took me an entire day of running through every superpower I could think of before I finally discovered what it was. Turns out, I can split myself. But not just physically—my personalities divide into distinct personas."

She leaned forward, her expression animated as she explained. "There are five versions of me now, and each embodies a different aspect of my personality. First, there’s *Cold Hazie*. She’s the intellectual, the analytical one. Highly intelligent and logical, but emotionally detached. She rarely smiles or talks and is as icy as they come. She handles all the analytics for the group—performance tracking, resource allocation, things like that.

"Then there’s *Queen Hazie*. She’s the main persona, the one everyone sees when I’m leading. Charismatic, confident, and, if I may say so, alluring," Hazie said with a playful smirk, clearly enjoying her own description of *herselfs*

"But don’t let her seductive charm and soothing voice fool you—she’s as cold as *Cold Hazie*. She despises men, so don’t even think about trying to court her, I already have enough courtiers to last a lifetime." she teased, giving Kaiser a pointed look. "She’s in charge of speeches, negotiations, and making big decisions at camp, she's basically the leader figure there."

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Kaiser quirked a brow but didn’t interrupt, letting her continue.

"Next is *Warrior Princess Hazie*. She’s strong, determined, and thrives on challenges. She doesn’t back down from a fight, no matter how tough it is, of course, only if absolutely necessary. That’s where all my athleticism went. She’s sharp, quick-thinking, and deadly in combat. Honestly, I kind of envy her sometimes. The Warrior Hazie are in charge of the discipline committee, so don't do yourselves a favor and don't cause trouble in the camp once we get there." Hazie admitted with a small laugh.

"Then there’s *Angel Hazie*. She’s warm, kind, and nurturing—like the embodiment of compassion. Everyone loves her. She handles food distribution, medical management and goes around helping those in need. But don’t underestimate her. She might seem sweet and gentle, but she’s not as naïve as she looks."

As Hazie spoke, her voice carried an undertone of pride mixed with amusement, as if she herself marveled at how bizarre and fascinating her Gift was.

Meanwhile, Kaiser listened intently as Hazie spoke, but the more he processed her words, the more his head began to ache. The complexity of her ability unraveled a tangle of thoughts in his mind, forcing him to confront just how little he truly understood about the nature of these so-called *Gifts*.

He had known about Player abilities for some time—fragments of information gathered through scattered tales, firstly shared by Gabriel—but this was the first time someone had openly explained their Gift to him. What he had expected was something simple, something straightforward. He had imagined throwing fireballs, enhancing one's strength, summoning water, or controlling the elements—abilities that made sense in their absurdity. But Hazie’s Gift was… different.

It felt like these powers had been plucked from a bizarre roulette wheel of randomness, handed out to *Transmigrators* without rhyme or reason. Some Gifts might seem practical, others utterly absurd. It was as if whoever—or whatever—granted these abilities didn’t care about the recipient's preferences, identity, potential or needs.

Take Hazie’s ability, for instance. It wasn’t flashy or overtly powerful. Splitting herself into multiple bodies, each with its own distinct personality fragment, didn’t exactly scream game-changing power. Yet, somehow, she had turned it into something indispensable. By delegating responsibilities among her various personas, Hazie had transformed her Gift into a critical tool for survival, allowing her to lead their group of survivors with unmatched efficiency. For most people, such a Gift would probably feel overwhelming, useless even. But Hazie had found a way to make it work, bending its limitations to suit her needs.

This realization left Kaiser uneasy. Were the abilities determined purely by chance? Was it all down to luck, not potential? The idea made his chest tighten. What would his Gift be?

Would it be weak, impractical, or so flawed that it became a hindrance rather than an asset? Or would he receive something extraordinary—like Bakar’s terrifying power, a Gift so dark and twisted that it sustained the man’s life despite destruction by harvesting the bodies of others? Or perhaps something even more unfathomable and destructive, something that would elevate him beyond his current capabilities.

The possibilities were endless, and for someone like Kaiser, the uncertainty was maddening. He wasn’t the type to shy away from risk, but this was different. He couldn’t shake the nagging fear that his Gift might turn out to be completely useless, which will be a great disappointment.

Still, even without a Gift, Kaiser was far from powerless. He had already built himself into a formidable combatant, with Zara’s beastly prowess coursing through him, enhancing his body with the instincts and strength of a predator. Add to that his honed swordsmanship and Windslayer’s loyalty. He was already a force to be reckoned with. But the thought of unlocking his Gift made him greedy. No, his greedy by nature, most humans are. He couldn’t help but imagine how much stronger he could become, what new heights he could reach.

Then, his gaze flicked back to Hazie.

'WTF?'

To think the person he had been talking to this entire time was just one part of her true self. That subtle sense of something being off about her now made perfect sense. She wasn’t the complete Hazie he had seen on Earth. She was merely a fragment. A piece of the whole.

Still, something didn’t add up. Hazie had mentioned four distinct personas: the cold, analytical one; the charismatic queen; the warrior princess; and the warm, nurturing angel. But she did also said there were five versions of her.

The thought lingered in his mind, gnawing at his curiosity, until he finally broke the silence. Hazie seemed to sense his unease and had patiently given him the space to process everything.

"Uhh, okay," he said at last, his tone cautious but laced with curiosity. "I’m guessing you’re the fifth one, then. So… what kind of Hazie are you?"

"Me?" Hazie’s confident demeanor faltered for the first time. Her gaze drifted to the fire as she hesitated. A faint blush crept up her cheeks.

"I-I guess… I’ve got the leftovers," she mumbled, her voice trailing off.

Kaiser blinked, taken aback by her answer. For a moment, he stared at her blankly, watching as she offered a wry, self-deprecating smile.

Then, the realization hit him, and he let out a low chuckle. "You’re the dumb version, aren’t you?"

She froze, her blush deepening as her wide eyes locked onto his.

"I-I—what?! I’m not dumb!" she stammered, her voice rising defensively.

Kaiser leaned back on his bed, his laughter deepening. "Come on, Hazie. ‘Leftovers’? That’s literally what you just said."

Intellectual, Charismatic, Athletic, and unassuming gentleness. All of which possess great minds and useful characteristics, and what's left are put in the Hazie his with. Perhaps the leftovers are flaws of her? Put in a single body so it wouldn't hinder the others. If Kai remembered correctly, the Hazie back then was known for being a perfectionist. Maybe her Gift allows her to allocate her traits to her copies, thus, forming four stable versions of her to serve crucial purposes in operating the camp.

Furthermore, the real Hazie would probably think of a better solution when dealing with an unconscious young man dying in hypothermia. Instead of stripping him.

Her mouth opened and closed as if she were searching for a retort, but nothing came out. Instead, she crossed her arms and huffed, looking away with a pout.

"Well, maybe I’m the fun version!" she said, her voice indignant.

Kaiser smirked. "Fun? Sure. I’ll give you that. But still dumb."

She threw a small pebble at him, which did nothing to erase his smirk, her frustration only making him laugh harder. For the first time in a long while, the tension in the air eased, and amidst the chaos of their situation, Kaiser found a fleeting moment of levity.