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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

"There won't be another round of bombing,"


Ford • Bombdrill shook his head and quickly walked to the back of the deck, where he expectedly saw two mechanical creations emitting thick smoke. He spoke gravely, "Engines seventeen and nineteen are on fire; the damage control team is useless now. Listen to my command, overload engines nine to eighteen at a bearing of twenty-five degrees west, full speed ahead!"


The towering orc who was responsible for steering, a former crew member of the "Lucky," did not hesitate upon hearing the captain's order. He immediately gripped the heavy compass in front of him and turned it forcefully to the left, shouting, "Position is being calibrated, prepare to overload engines nine to eighteen in fifteen seconds!"


Rivet Wheel, who was preparing for the next airdrop, hesitated for a moment, then ran up to Ford • Bombdrill, indignantly saying, "Have you gone mad? We already have two sets of engines down, and you want to overload them?!"


Chapter 456: Stirring Up Some Major Trouble_2