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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

"Ah?" Yu Chen blinked in surprise, then immediately waved her hands, "Sister Xialian, you're overthinking..."


"Overthinking what?" Xia Lian stretched her hands out innocently: "You've been blushing eighty percent of the time throughout the day."


Yu Chen pouted, staring resentfully at her 'saint sister' who always liked to derail the conversation.


Her big misty eyes were filled with grievance…


After persistently enduring for five seconds, Xia Lian, who was a woman, a divine vessel, and a saint like her, eventually lost. She giggled awkwardly and stuck out her tongue, choosing to remain silent.


"Mm, Sister Xialian, how's your analysis going?" Yu Chen quickly diverted the topic, and whispered while pointing to the bottle behind her, "The plague..."


Chapter 143: Unstable God's Favor_2