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

Apricot stared blankly at the folding machete that had burst the blood bag on her chest, then stiffly raised her head to look at her 'friend's' expressionless face, and asked in a daze, "Why...?"


Xiao Mo slowly withdrew the machete, and as the girl in front of him collapsed to the ground, he softly said, "Because it's the only way to end this farce... Apricot."


Fake blood spread beneath Apricot. The girl stiffly turned her head to look at Xiao Mo, she opened her mouth but could no longer say anything. Her hand, raised at a twenty-five degree angle, fell, twitched slightly, and stopped moving.


The scene shifted, before the corridor marked 2F, where two boys leaned against the heating, laughing loudly, appearing quite cheerful.


The next second, Xiao Mo silently appeared behind them, swiftly drawing his blade and leaving a big gash on each of their hearts and necks, his eyes devoid of emotion.


Chapter 725: On the End of Foreign Love Records (Final)_2