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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 209: Attacked_2

Leven opened his mouth wide: "You're also an Astrolabe..."

Buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz!

A total of three Fireball Techniques, three Ice Arrows, two rows of Wind Blades, four Earth Spikes, a Lightning Bolt, and several Arcane Missiles whistled out from behind Double Leaf, storming past the Elemental Puppet like a brilliant storm, blasting it into a cloud of dust in a series of booms.

Sudden uproar ensued in the surroundings.

An old magician who had just come downstairs had his eyes wide open: "Is this that... newly promoted low-level mage from an apprentice?!"

Meanwhile, Leven looked at the 'weak woman' in front of him, choking for a good while without uttering a single word...

...

Game time, AM03:00

Misha County, somewhere

Clang!

A slender female Holy Knight tumbled to the ground in a shambles, and her warhorse was knocked down and torn to pieces by at least seven or eight mutants.