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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

With just one strike, the colossal Staff of the Acting Agent in Cordova's hands directly splattered the blood of the Armored Dragon Beast. Even though the beast was not in its prime state at this moment, it still couldn't cover the almost explosive battle prowess of this man. Everyone present heard a deafening blast the moment the attack landed, and even the fragments on the ground were shocked into jumping.


"My God…" Motan who was painstakingly struggling to get up was terribly shocked. With a horrified look, he gazed at Cordova, "Is he even human?"


The blue dragon next to him, panting like an asthmatic, rolled its eyes, "Strictly speaking, he isn't wholly one. But as of now, that guy is merely half-formed…" he trailed off and fell unconscious.


This was not totally an act... he was sincerely exhausted...


Chapter 51: Discussing Assistive Self-Cultivation_1