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

It wasn't until then that the muddled orc suddenly realized that something was amiss and subconsciously looked up to dodge the helmet in the other's hand, but due to extreme weakness, stumbled and fell.


Sergei narrowed his eyes slightly and in a flash, he appeared in front of the orc slave, grabbing his shoulders and yanking him up fiercely, sneering, "I didn't expect you, bastard, to learn to resist. Heh, it seems the drugs we mix in the feed aren't that strong after all."


The feeble orc slave, with eyes nearly bursting from their sockets, stared at Sergei, clutching his wrists tightly, yet completely unable to shake Sergei's hand, which was as solid as forged iron.


The latter smiled viciously and subtly increased his strength by a notch, making the orc's shoulder blades crackle ominously, and said leisurely, "What if I don't let go?"


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