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

On a stormy night, acclaimed as the Lion of Caselo, Di Hart Diesel took his first tumble in life, primarily out of fright.


After all, it was rare for a baby's cry to overpower thunder, penetrate the delivery room, and startle its anxious father into a complete stupor.


This was Jadka Diesel's first achievement, knocking down a knight lord just seven seconds after being born.


The man, over fifty years old, practically rolled into the delivery room, excitedly picked up the infant, and with eyes as large as copper bells that could silence the entire prairie, he searched intently, and finally saw his child's miniature figure.


Di Hart knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he hoisted up his squirming son in swaddling clothes, shouting, "It's a boy! A boy! It's a boy!"


Chapter 474: Regrets and Whispers