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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

"Thank you for your guidance, Miss Silent Prayer."


Dora's voice, once crisp, had become somewhat hoarse, as she then positioned the Cross Sword, which had somehow turned pitch black in her hands, horizontally in front of her and said gravely, "Be careful."


As soon as her words fell, a pitch-black solar disc suddenly manifested behind her, surrounded by pale flames that quietly burned behind Dora. These flames not only failed to emit the slightest warmth, but instead seemed to lower the temperature of the practice arena significantly, as the obsidian ground beneath the Female Knight's feet slowly spread out with a large expanse of White Frost.


The next moment, Dora's exceptionally eerie pupils flashed with a dark gleam, and the Longsword positioned in front of her body trembled slightly, unexpectedly sending out several sword discs enveloped in pale flames, which whirled towards Ji Xiaodao across the air with a slash!


Chapter 646: The Power Out of Control