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

Several seconds later, Motan, accompanied by a burst of distorted light, appeared next to Ido, his face full of teasing. "Surprised or not? Expected or not?"


"Not surprised at all, bloody unexpected."


Ido, confused and slightly dazed, lightly slapped his cheeks, then turned in horror to his friend who had seemingly killed him in a blink of an eye. "So how did I actually die?!"


At this point, Motan had once again changed back into his white robe with a poetry book and a Truchion- his Bard's Suit. He absently tidied his collar and answered while not paying much attention, "Go watch the recording yourself."


"Freaking hell, you knew that you would kill me instantly in that round, and that's why you said to record it..."


Chapter 288: One Hit Kill_1