Micro-leaf Paulownia

Battling an unusual form of personality dissociation, Motan admits to feeling the weight of immense pressure bearing down on him. Amidst this turmoil, he finds solace in a virtual escape called "The Realm of Innocence," a game that has become his sanctuary from stress.

In the realm where ambiguity reigns, Motan's behavior is unpredictable and impetuous, making him the instigator and mastermind behind myriad events that spiral out of control. Yet, within the sphere of virtue, his resilience and courage shine through, earning him the admiration of many who see him as the epitome of a righteous knight and a fair judge.

When dwelling in the balance of absolute neutrality, he adopts a demeanor of modesty and lethargy, mirroring the ordinary essence of every soul. Conversely, in the domain of chaotic evil, he transforms into a figure of madness and cruelty, embodying the very essence of a demon and deceiver, showing kindness only to himself.

"Tan Mo is the most extraordinary Bard I have ever encountered, though he is... perplexing, to say the least," comments Countess Leisha, reflecting on his complex nature.

"Mor is a man of distinguished integrity! Having met him just once, I am convinced that he is someone one can confidently turn their back to," declares Gwen, the leader of the Rose Rot, acknowledging his noble character.

"If you're in search of the ideal neighbor, look no further than Hei Fan," recommends Alchemist Luna, suggesting his suitability for companionship.

Yet, amidst these varied testimonies, a warning resonates, "Don't talk about that man!" indicating a mysterious, perhaps darker aspect of his persona that remains unexplored.

Four Split Personalities

Silva's face was pale. Even though Ned had just managed to create a brief respite for her, her physical strength had been greatly depleted. The situation was so desperate, she could hardly see a glimmer of hope to turn the tide.


[But 'I' can't... Even though I have the same knowledge, experiences, and insights, even though it's still 'me', the one standing here is the most mediocre one...]


Motan's hands were weakly clenched, his face ashen.


Humans, at certain times, unexpectedly find themselves filled with self-loathing. Whether they are geniuses, great men, villains, madmen, or just ordinary people, they all have such moments.


Regrets and annoyance, queries and introspection, are exclusive rights of intelligent creatures.


Loathing the self who betrayed friends.


Loathing the self who was cold and heartless.


Loathing the self who failed to show filial piety.


Loathing the self who went to any lengths for personal gains.


Chapter 30: Achievable!_2