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

A 'God's Badge' formed from the dreadful white fog swirling behind Lange, blurry from every angle, yet the power of the Evil God contained within was incredibly sharp and solid, he smirked at Motan, "you're a crazy genius, with no bounds or standpoints, should the circumstances be different, I believe we would get along very well~"


Theoretically, after Lange humbly praised Motan, it should be Motan's turn to return the compliments; after all, a bit of mutual praise is seen as a courtesy in this age and can boost one's popularity. In literary works, it also serves the challenging task of filling the word count.


However, Motan seemed to care little for this protocol, merely shrugging, "I admit I'm very good, it's just a pity that good opponents are so hard to find..."


Chapter 41: Futile Effort_1