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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

A thin figure appeared and disappeared among the trees, eventually stopping on a branch of a withered tree.


He or she wore a black raven mask and a hooded black cloak that completely enveloped the figure, as if deep in thought. From the swirl of black fog on the figure's shoulder, two points of light emerged, crimson and hollow, mirroring the eyes on the mask.


"The Dawn Saint of Misha County has purified Hover City." The masked figure spoke in a soft and magnetic whisper, pulling out a piece of bloody fresh meat from his pocket and offering it to the black mist on his shoulder. "The blessed land... Two thousand infected have been cured. There's word of the highest council meeting soon from the Violet Empire... She's only been in office for less than a month, and that too in a remote place like Kalan City. How did she manage to do that?"


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