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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

Despite both being the Cloud Traveler Inn, the branch in Black Tower City was much larger than the one in Kalan City, a fact Motan had investigated earlier when he logged on...


Whether it was in terms of area, interior decoration, or service personnel, this place was several notches higher than the small place Jun Wu was in charge of in Kalan City. Although the style didn't differ much, both the number of guests and the Mandarin level of the waitstaff were many times stronger than the latter.


[It seems that Jun Wu's previous boss wasn't just casually transferred here, but actually got a solid promotion, huh, suddenly I feel a bit embarrassed, what to do~]


Following behind a common-faced waiter who was leading the way for him, Motan couldn't help but think this. He then hammered several rows of nails into his theoretically non-existent "coffin lid of conscience" he had imagined for the sake of peace of mind.


Chapter 108: Yours, His, All are Mine_1