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

South of Misha County, in front of Savar City


The city gate, temporarily coated with a layer of fireproof paint, had opened once more, even though it was scorching hot and had not been burnt to the point of deformation. Standing at the forefront of their team, Motan and the others saw the heatwave sweep out, and their eyes reflected a vision of ruins and devastation.


Behind the door were rows of houses emitting thick smoke, pieces of stone that had been scorched black and deformed, and everywhere one could see the collapse, embers, and wreckage—a post-apocalyptic scene that made the place resemble a pile of ruins.


And in fact, Savar City had indeed become a pile of ruins.


This great city, with a history of several hundred years, had been reduced to ashes in just two hours. Regardless of whether there was a possibility of reconstruction in the future, at the very least, it had now "gloriously fallen in battle".


Chapter 459: The 'Light' of the Chapel