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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

Shavin Empire, the royal capital of Telon.


The aristocratic district of the southern city and its Champagne Boulevard was always bustling with life. Here were gathered the most noble individuals of the country. They held positions of power, came from honorable lineages, carried themselves with elegance, and were born into wealthy families. Even a recent tragedy not so far from them did nothing to ruffle their composed demeanors – or at least, the composure they presented on the surface.


A dark elf, slender and graceful, navigated lightly through the crowd. Her attire wasn't grand, but gentlemen would pause and turn their heads for her silver waist-length hair and delicate features. In their eyes, her aloofness, layered atop her remote demeanor, only added to her cold, ethereal beauty...


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