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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

[You have been abruptly disconnected. Please choose whether to reconnect]


[Connection established, Loading character info]


[Welcome to the world of Innocence, the Chaotic Evil, Mo. Good night]


Sarban Empire, capital city Telon, the residence of Sin Knight


The successfully loaded character, Mo, didn't appear in the usual dark room. He awoke in a study on the east side of the mansion. The colorless black pupils behind the mask slightly narrowed. The next instant, the room, which was bathed in daylight, mysteriously dimmed. The trees in the courtyard gently swaying with the wind, a wisp of dark cloud slowly drifting in the sky, a curtain accidentally left undone by a servant, all of them cut off any warmth and brightness, turning the most well-lit room into a gloomy and oppressive place.


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