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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

Having swiftly written his report, Astor took out an unremarkable four-edged crystal and after infusing it with a small amount of magic power, gently placed it on top of a piece of parchment.


A faint silver light briefly flashed, and in the next second, both the crystal and the parchment disappeared from the wooden table, leaving only a slight, colorful mist behind.


Astor, who had maintained a poker face throughout the process, got up, walked around the room following the same path as before, and with a series of crisp snapping sounds, the series of defenses that he had personally set up earlier disintegrated.


The discordant sound of a piano came from the neighbors' house. The young couple next door seemed to firmly believe that their daughter could become an artist. Astor felt that there might be a problem either with their hearing or thinking, or maybe both.


However, he didn't comment on it. He calmly went outside, found a brick, and then...


Chapter 238: The Undercurrent in the Royal City_2