Micro-leaf Paulownia

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

He didn't know if it was because of his unsightly medley of forbidden songs that even this haunted place couldn't bear, but the second he finished the last high note, the space plunged into a baffling silence.


How silent it was? Simply put, Motan suddenly couldn't hear his own singing, footfalls, breathing, or clapping. Yes, he awkwardly managed to sing and clap simultaneously.


Motan immediately stopped in his tracks, and after swearing a string of obscenities, he judged by the vibration of his vocal cords that he was indeed making noise, he just couldn't hear it anymore.


[Lost hearing, huh? I wonder if it has to do with the song I just sang or if it's a rule of this space. I should be about one-fifth of the way down this path. If that's the case, then maybe…]


He suddenly burst into a delighted grin and in the absolute silence, he started to sprint down the path, doubling his initial speed at least!


[If that's the case, five…four…three…two…one... Huh?]


Chapter 286: Double Ghosts Knocking on the Door_2