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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

At around 7 o'clock in the evening in the realm of Innocence


"Heave-ho~"  Cordova was inserting several wooden fence post into the ground swiftly, like a pile driver, he turned back and blinked at Motan, "You can take a break, I'll have this circle fixed shortly." 


Carrying a large stack of piles over his shoulder, piles that were taller than himself, not far behind him, the farmer's main house that was already seventy or eighty percent completed could be seen.


"I really owe you one." Motan chuckled awkwardly. He sat down on the spot, panting, and said, "I suppose I should take a break…" 


The duo had almost completed 70 percent of the farm restoration work over the course of some time before, the Adventurers Association delivered the materials and some compensation money in the late afternoon. There were barely any materials left now.


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