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

Ji Xiaodao sneered coldly: "To deal with a total of thirty Intermediate Professionals and four assassin masters, you truly trust me... huh?"


Before she could finish, it seemed as if the air in front of her rippled like water, and then a humanoid creature wrapped all over in black bandages slowly appeared. It... or rather 'it' stood about two meters tall, with a pair of deformed arms that were almost vertical to the ground. On its wrists were two large crescent blades, and a whetstone that didn't look like it could be used for direct combat hung on its back. It stood quietly in front of Ji Xiaodao.


Despite its odd appearance and weapons, the girl was surprised to discover that it didn't have a trace of presence. Not only that, but it also lacked scent, temperature, and even a shadow. She can affirmatively assert, that if she closes her eyes, she would not be able to perceive such a twisted, grotesque, gloomy, horrifying existence in front of her.


Chapter 314: Before Dawn_2