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

The winged beauty walking at the front didn't fuss, just glanced back with a smile and said, "Alright, I'm running low on ingredients anyway, but no need to take it all. You guys should keep some money too, in case I run into some sort of emergency and need to buy some food to make do, so I don't end up causing Anthony to go on a rampage from hunger."


Ya Ya, who was bouncing around Motan, smacked his lips, jumped onto Motan's back, and whispered into his ear, "Ya Ya finds it very strange, why spend money to look for trouble?"


Motan thought for a while and realized he really had a hard time answering this question, so he could only helplessly spread his hands and said, "To each their own."


Ya Ya stuck out his tongue and affectionately rubbed his cheek against Motan's face, "Ya Ya loves meat, doesn't like radish or cabbage."


Chapter 391: Each Individual's Task_2