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.

Northwest Continent, far outskirts of City of Gold, Sub-plane [Sun Dynasty #7 Archive], a certain corridor


Raising her hand, she gave Motan a hard flick. The single-threaded winged beauty, who had almost been led astray, blushed furiously, tears welling up as she rubbed her little hand: "Why is your head so hard!"


What else could Motan say? He could only smile wryly and apologize for his hard head.


The girl snorted softly, no longer probing into the topic of 'character,' and instead flapped her wings faster, dashing beside Ya Ya, who was relatively in the front, even turning to make an overly cute grimace at Motan.


Motan, with a gentle smile, didn't even turn his head and directly said the name of the person trying to strike up a conversation: "Brother Dayan?"


Chapter 1948 - Chapter 913: Archive No. 7 • The Long Corridor