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

When Dice brought Motan back to the blockade, the inspection process was still ongoing…


"This is Hei Fan, a priest from the Church of the Dawn." Dice introduced Motan to his two companions, then glanced at the orc shaman they had encountered before: "Give me another bottle of burn lu, Basa."


The latter silently nodded, pulled a small copper pot from his waist and tossed it over: "This is all that's left, it's yours."


Dice took it and fastened it to his own waist, laughing awkwardly: "You think I really like using this stuff, huh?"


"Thank you." The elderly priest, having just drunk nearly half a bottle of magic power potion, nodded to Dice, then turned to Motan, shaking his cross in his hand, "I am a junior priest of the Church of Dawn in Ina Town, may the grace of the goddess be with us."


Motan responded by shaking his own cross, saying with a smile: "Nice to meet you, sir. May the grace of the goddess be with us."


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