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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

After a considerable time, the nearly defeated pastry dish succumbed to Miss Chris, the afternoon snack conqueror. Satisfied, she let out a little burp, hugging her cup of plum juice and delightfully sipping away, appearing as though she hadn't a care in the world.


Martin Sloane casually set aside the report in front of him, looked at her and started, "Now that you've eaten and drank to your heart's content, shall we talk..."


"No idea, didn't understand, don't ask me."


Chris flicked her hair, continued sipping from the juice in her hand.


Martin coughed lightly, "Regardless, I am, after all, in charge of this branch, so..."


The lady stretched out her index finger, pulled her eyelid down making a funny face, then stood up, made a 180-degree turn, sat back down with her back towards her boss, hugging the chair's back and continued sipping her juice.


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