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

"It seems that Mister Sak • Frith has something to say to everyone~"


As soon as the voice fell, the Crystal Wolf Duke, Baroka Duke - along with Marshal Bafi - simultaneously trembled. The former two instantly focused their gaze on the rotund lizardman behind him, whose face was extremely upset, while Marshal Bafi forcibly shifted his gaze away. His hands clasped tightly under the desk, a trace of fear passing through his lowered eyes.


Emily was so shocked that she covered her mouth, staring intently at the lizardman, who, by all accounts, should have been long dead. "You are…"


Duke Simon interrupted her in a deep voice. This Dark Elf man, no matter in terms of dress, temperament, or manners, was all enough to be rigid. He deeply furrowed his eyebrows, coldly asked the half-elf man at the doorway, brimming with smiles, "Who are you?"


Chapter 344: Evil Doer II_1