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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

In the underground of Duke Galos's manor


The slightly trembling body on the stone chair gradually regained its stability. The eyes hidden behind the mask, devoid of any sparkle, slowly opened. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, seemingly mocking the frailty and powerlessness of his own body.


"Not only can it only endow such superficial pain, but even this body that belongs to 'me' is such a failure..." He raised his head, his unfocused gaze as if staring at some unseen presence, and let out a low, derisive laugh.


The candles evenly distributed throughout the space were flickering, as if struggling to drive away the surrounding darkness and merge it with him.


It's rare for Ji Xiaodao and Galos to not be here...


It's rare to get to enjoy this moment of tranquility...


It's rare to have time alone to think...


Although there really isn't anything worth thinking about.


Chapter 146: Riddle's Legacy_1