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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Motan stretched languidly, nimbly climbing up from the floor and stood for two minutes to let his somewhat numb tail regain sensation; then, regrettably, he turned his gaze towards the girl sprawled in a spread eagle position on the bed, leaned over and scratched her fluffy beast ears: "Time to get up, Ya Ya."


The anthromorphic dog girl who had tossed her equipment all over the place at some point smacked her lips, rolled over on the spot, turning her smooth back, barely covered by her pajamas, towards Motan, gently wagged her tail twice, then continued to sleep soundly.


Chapter 1427 - Chapter 659: One Hammer Eighty