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.

Within the Holy Mountain Sumier, Hefan Tactics Map A5 Area: Snow Dove Hills


His jet-black hair whipped wildly in the snow wind, with a resolute face that was contemplative and solemn, a heroic body as straight as a javelin, bright eyes sharp like blades, the young man in front of the massive beast with a victory declaration slowly curved his mouth, looking to be at most in his twenties.


The gryphon 'Doodoo', the size of a fledgling but with a fat ratio exceeding the usual bird, blinked its big eyes in bewilderment, gently prodding its owner with its hard long beak. Considering it was full of thoughts like 'where did this brat hide the snacks', it had no reaction to the cool line just recited by the Hawk.


Chapter 1668 - Chapter 777: A5/C2