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

"Countless aggrieved souls have taken the first steps and are waiting for you ahead."


The girl stared unwaveringly at Baffy Marshall, no longer suppressing the long-simmering murderous intent and hatred within her. Her eyes flickered with a cold, chaotic brilliance, and her increasingly sweet smile was devoid of any warmth: "They're urging me on, so please... ah, sorry, I seem to have lost my composure a bit."


Double Leaf didn't finish her sentence but somewhat sheepishly shook her head at everyone after stopping herself, then glanced at the spectator beside her who was engrossed in eating melon seeds. She covertly brushed off the paw that was on her knee from God knows when, and in a private message threatened to report Motan for sexual harassment...


Only to be left speechless by a casually uttered 'No need to thank me.'


This is the dilemma of the wise; one cannot play the fool, else it renders you a bigger fool.


Chapter 408: Judgment Day (IV)