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

"You say I have a good character?" Cordova sat down where he was, his expression gloomy. He felt as if he'd been blasted over two hundred times with Jadka's magic wand and had lost all will to live. He exhaled a long sigh: "Then you don't know just how unlucky a person can be..."


Motan was momentarily stumped, feeling an odd sense of familiarity in the demeanor of the man before him, but he didn't give it much thought, and simply asked on instinct: "What do you mean?"


Cordova gave a rueful smile, pointing at the tip of his nose: "Like me."


"You?" Motan smacked his lips: "I've been playing for a while now, and let's put everything else aside, but as far as I can tell, your physical strength ranks among the top players, doesn't it?"


Chapter 49: Comparing Misery? _1