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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.

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Chapter 214: Ya Ya's Progress_1

The group didn't wait for long. Moments later, Ya Ya and the fully restored No. 3 chicken were transported to the center of the arena. The beast-eared girl unconsciously shrank back at the sight of the latter, making a 'gulu gulu' sound, looking somewhat intimidated.

The No.3 chicken, which had been swiftly defeated by Motan, bounced twice on the spot and emitted a sharp, abrupt 'kao'. Its eyes fixed on Ya Ya with disdain and coldness. It raised its wing and wiped its chicken neck, brazenly picking a fight.

This bird of prey, modified in who knows what way, not only remembered Ya Ya, but could also tell she had made no progress since their last battle. In its eyes, she seemed like a soft persimmon, perfect for venting its emotions.

A chicken needing to vent its emotions, can you believe that!?