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

He ripped off the Hundred Forms Mask from his face, looking upwards at the cloudless star-filled sky with his real face, spreading his arms as if to embrace the entire night sky. His eyes twinkled with madness and uncontainable excitement, "It's so fucking fun!"


Motan gazed at the faintly visible distant lights, reapplied the Hundred Forms Mask onto his face, checked his clothing, and likewise, suppressed his giddy laughter.


He then set off like a traveling noble poet- calm in his steps, and graceful in his manners.


"Even I am not trustworthy now, haha..." He took a simple wooden harp from his bag, gently plucked it, immediately amusing himself with the abrupt and far from pleasing notes.


A few dozen miles from Kalan City, in the town of Micha, lies the Drunken Bear Tavern.


Chapter 65: Ballad Poem_2