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Four Split Personalities

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.

Micro-leaf Paulownia · Games
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857 Chs

Chapter 182: Dangerous Aura_2

At that moment, a 'mutant' with both legs severed at the knee suddenly emerged from the bushes next to her. Its blood had dried up and its pale arms, blackened with scratches and wounds, were visible. Some of its joints were laid bare with stark bone shards protruding, yet it seemed oblivious to any pain as it flailed its arms wildly, trying to crawl towards Feather Song at a speed of at least twenty miles per hour.

"This is it~"

Feather Song, rolling at no more than two miles per hour, sighed and instinctively closed her eyes.

Then...

She felt the rush of air as several strong gusts passed beside her. Immediately after, she heard a full-throated cry. It was a human voice!

"In the name of the Dawn, this evil is worth fighting!!"

"In the name of the God of Justice, let's attack together!"

Crackling, clanging, hissing sounds...

Feather Song heard a series of not so pleasant sounds from a distance, then felt a pair of warm hands helping her up.