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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

And so, he spurred his horse northward, racing like the wind.


He himself didn't know what he wanted to do, only aware that the Holy Land lay to the north of Misha County...


Under the ravages of the plague, his consciousness murky, his body feeble, his skin rotting, and his vision blurred, while these atrocious conditions had diminished to something akin to ordinary drunkenness after being weakened by the system, it was still enough to render Gahares, already on the verge of collapse, thoroughly bewildered.


Until he tumbled from his warhorse, curling up as he fell onto an unnamed small path...


Gahares felt his body temperature plummeting rapidly, his limbs stiffening, and gradually beginning to move beyond his control...


These two words flashed through his mind.


He chuckled dryly, knowing that he was about to transform into a mutant, so he closed his eyes and waited for the system's death notification.


Chapter 469: Madness Before Dawn_3