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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

Indeed, the Third Chicken was very cautious. It didn't attack Motan immediately and instead cautiously edged along the edge of the field, occasionally letting out a deep "caw."


Remember, last time it had fought with Motan, the fight started the moment the boundary disappeared.


"It's treating me like a formidable opponent." Riding a self-destructing sheep, Motan wasn't rushing, instead calmly circling while keeping his eyes on the Third Chicken. "This is quite…"


A howling sound and a scream echoed across the field at the same time. The Third Chicken suddenly accelerated, charging at the sheep underneath Motan like a flash of lightning. Its icy beak aimed straight at the sheep's belly.


Not only did it seize the opportunity to rush Beeny into Motan's blind spot, but it also chose a very tricky angle of attack. If not for the self-destructing sheep morph of Motan's mount and instead it was a warhorse… the consequences could have been unimaginable.


Chapter 213: Battle with the Number Three Chicken Again_2