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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

Immediately within two seconds after the opposing team launched their lightning spell, Jadka managed to finish casting a spell too. A layer of ice-blue mist clung to the tip of his smoking wand, quickly covering it with a thin layer of frost.


Beast Seven, who was charging in the front, couldn't help but feel puzzled. This was a waste of a damage-reduction skill that took an intermediate amount of time to cool down.


But such a trivial matter was inconsequential. He was quite confident in his combat abilities. As long as their knight...


The sound of tearing air came from not far away. Looking up, Beast Seven saw that the enemy knight did not charge foreword, but rather remained at a standstill on his mount with a sword drawn—standing like... a sheep.


Behind him was a winged half-orc woman holding a box-shaped object and continuously firing rounds of golden, plate-like, aromatic ammo at him!


Chapter 149: The Team's First Battle_2