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

"I just happen to be heading back to the guild, want to come along?"


Motan rejoiced and immediately indicated that he was about done strolling around and was planning to head back anyway.


The corners of Luna's lips seemed to twitch slightly, and in the next instant, she turned and walked towards the exit of the inner city district, without any intention of waiting for Motan.


The latter naturally hurried to catch up, being careful not to overtake her pace.


Walking in front, Luna didn't completely ignore Motan but casually asked.


"Not bad, in a couple of days, I need to join the support troops from the Union and deal with the heretics over at Sumer."


Motan laughed and replied casually: "Just making up the numbers."


"Uh... slacking off means just tagging along, not really doing much."


Final Chapter (II): The Moon Faintly Yellow, The Night Dimly Lit