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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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Chapter 290: Mercury City_2

The boy subconsciously trembled, then dropped his guard the moment he looked up and saw her face, and confessed in a faint blush, "I'm lost..."

"Lost?" Sylvia's smile deepened. She gently put her arm around the boy's shoulders, her lips almost touching his ear as she whispered, "Why are you lost?"

The boy's cheeks turned even redder. He twisted uncomfortably, managed to shift his gaze away from Sylvia's face, and stammered out his reply, "I got separated from my family. My father said we're supposed to head south in the afternoon to Ka... Ka...um…"

"Kasha City?" Sylvia playfully nibbled his earlobe. Her slender arm gently tightened, pulling him closer to her. "Did you come with a merchant caravan?"

The boy nodded vigorously. "Yes, my father sells hides... our family's hides..."

"Put the hides aside for now, dear. Relax~"