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

Since the moment smoke started pouring out of Lange after he was doused in the Water of the Gods, the citizens and the devout who felt the chilling aura emanating from him, no longer needed an explanation.


All of Lange's actions to protect the hero before that spoke for themselves!


"Die!" The cornered Lange didn't hesitate, and he was surrounded by a ghastly white fog as he clawed at Kol, the closest to him, "You cannot resist my power!"


Kol, who was planning to grab Ai and flee, was suddenly paralyzed and couldn't move. He could only watch as Lange lunged at him.


A tender cry came from not too far away, and Lange's claw, which was almost about to descend on Kol's head, was intercepted by a green magic barrier spinning in mid-air. At the same time, strands of elemental vines were furiously coiling around his arm.


Chapter 40: Good Show_3