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

Ruvie, with a livid face, couldn't help think so, and then waved off the visibly troubled Cordova, "Show me the stuff."


"Okay." Cordova immediately took out the spatial rune used when retrieving the "Absolute Express" and re-positioned the flight machine, which resembled a 7.62-caliber bullet, and then whispered to Ruvie, "Actually, about that..."


"Shut up!" Master Ruvie shot forward to the side of "Express" and gestured to Motan and the others, "You guys rest here for a bit while I examine this..."


And with that, he began to hop around the "Express," observing it. He would occasionally pound it with his pliers and wrench. His eyes bulged widely as he muttered a stream of technical terms far beyond common understanding. Clearly, he was in working mode.


"The old fart is always like this." Cordova sighed and turned to Motan and the others, "Don't mind him, this time it shouldn't take too long..."


Chapter 130: Learn Battlefield Engineering with Me! _1