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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

The sun in winter always seems lazier than at other times, but at this moment a few streaks of belly-white have begun to shimmer on the horizon, signaling the end of night, the awakening of birds and the misfortune of early insects...


It also signifies the beginning of a new day.


"I really wish the night would last longer."


The young girl tightened her windbreaker around her and gracefully stood up. Her phoenix eyes, which rarely showed a hint of a smile, slightly narrowed, revealing a trace of faint sorrow.


Her name was Bai Fu Jin. She was nineteen years old, and though she had all the qualities of a normal girl of her age, she did not lead a life that matched.


To avoid any misunderstanding, I should mention in advance that it was she herself who fought for this life. No one forced her into it.


Chapter 142: Bai Fu Jin_1