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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

Remilia turned her head away in a huff: "And you expect me to trust you like this?"


"Of course." Motan nodded naturally, swinging his finger and laughing: "You must know, dear, being unprincipled doesn't mean lying, lying doesn't mean having ulterior motives, even if there are ulterior motives, it doesn't necessarily mean that they're untrustworthy."


Remilia rolled her eyes: "Nonsense, sophistry, gibberish, but…"


Motan quickly and completely insensitively responded, "But what?"


"But if it weren't for you, I might have died a long time ago." Remilia sighed softly, burying her face in the snow-white crook of her arm: "To be honest, I'm still a little scared..."


Motan chuckled: "Well, now you eat well, dress well, and live well, what else is there to be afraid of?"


Remilia gritted her teeth, glaring at Motan: "Can't you say anything other than nonsense!"


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