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After watching Jiu Chonglou finish choreographing her puppet show, she went to the freezer in the corner to get a Coke to drink. Since she wouldn't be done for a while, she had to finish the show for her.

"Although the information provided by the Eclipse is still in a state of 'disorder,' as if its usefulness or not is a matter of personal luck, everyone agrees that its ultimate goal is to lead everything toward chaos and nothingness."

"By directly calling it pollution, we hope that ordinary people will hear this description and stay away from it, instead of thinking that they are the chosen ones who can easily obtain a method to become a god."

Seeing that everyone's reaction was lukewarm, Ji Mo sighed: "Similar things have indeed happened in history, and more than once, involving people of all kinds of identities and ages."

Ji Mo could understand that everyone goes through a phase of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), but he couldn't understand why someone would go to the center of the road and wait for the Grand Games to be created because of chuunibyou.

Unfortunately, there was a truly lucky person in the show's studio who had been blessed with incredible luck and even gained power.

Ji Mo glanced at Chen Zhuzhu again and felt that her curiosity, combined with her abilities, was no less than that of You Tianding.

This is why he and Jiu Chonglou haven't explained the Void Corrosion Contamination yet.

Unfazed by the coldness, Jiu Chonglou downed the entire can of cola in one gulp, crushing it into a shriveled, shell-like shape. He glanced at everyone and lazily said:

"I see that none of you are really in the mood to work right now, and I'm too lazy to supervise you all today. Just treat this as a team-building activity and watch the show. After that, we'll all have a day off."

No one answered.

Jiu Chonglou raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised: "What? Everyone's so eager to get to work?"

"No, uh, my mind is a bit muddled..." Chen Zhuzhu stammered.

The sheer volume of information received in a short period of time left my brain numb; even the word "holiday" required a delay of several seconds before dopamine was released.

"Me too," You Tianding echoed.

"Whatever, I'm not working today anyway." Jiu Chonglou shrugged, put his arm around Ji Mo's shoulder, and asked casual questions: "By the way, old man Ji, are you going to eat somewhere nearby or order takeout tonight?"

The change of expression was so swift that it was as if the puppet show personally directed by Jiu Chonglou was just a play, and once the puppet strings were removed, it went from the extraordinary back to the ordinary.

Chen Zhuzhu and You Tianding hesitated for a while, but finally decided to go home.

Before leaving, Chen Zhuzhu glared fiercely at Xia Yu, vowing in her heart that next time she had to entertain him, she would leave the job to You Tianding.

That brat made me lose faith in my loyalty to the organization!

"What about you? Why aren't you leaving yet? Are you thinking of applying for a job?" Seeing that Xia Yu wasn't leaving, Jiu Chonglou's tone wasn't very polite. "I've said it many times, Sanchuan doesn't hire child laborers."

"...I'm here to apologize."

Xia Yu felt a little embarrassed.

After hearing the story, he finally remembered the purpose of his trip, but when he thought about how he had made no progress after being there for so long, mainly because he had carelessly said something inappropriate, he was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do.

During the Hengrui High School incident, Deng Tianming, representing the authorities, promised to compensate Xia Yu for his unreasonable behavior.

However, Jiu Chonglou had kept Ji Mo's abilities and skills very well hidden, and the personal information he could collect did not reveal any of Ji Mo's hobbies. For a moment, he was unsure what to choose as an apology.

The Sanchuan tailor shop certainly has no shortage of rare and precious materials. Giving this kind of gift is like visiting relatives during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Everyone smiles insincerely when they see each other's mooncake bags. They accept it but are not happy in their hearts.

Sending weapons is pointless, as we don't know what Ji Mo is good at.

Based on the combat data collected, Ji Mo has used swords, staffs, and whips, but recently he has been using swords more frequently. It's hard to say whether he is proficient in all eighteen martial arts or specializes in swords.

Pay me?

It was more of a joke to amuse Sanchuan.

After nearly a month of preparation, Deng Tianming finally chose the apology gift for Xia Yu.

As it happened, Ji Mo was on a mission, lingering between reality and dreams. After several failed attempts to visit Ji Mo's house, Xia Yu simply went to the TV program.

Xia Yu bowed, extended his arm forward, and handed over a spatial ring.

"What happened at school was all my fault, I'm sorry."

Ji Mo looked at Jiu Chonglou and received her confirmation: "Wow, the apology is not bad."

Ji Mo: "..."

That's not what I wanted to ask!

"Hmm." Ji Mo took the spatial ring, not in a hurry to see its contents.

Xia Yu remained with his head down, his body stiff, as if he wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.

Ji Mo suspected that Deng Tianming had repeatedly told Xia Yu to apologize properly, but the child didn't know how to apologize in a way that would be satisfactory, so he was stuck there.

"Send the apology and leave quickly. Do you know what time it is? We're in a hurry to go to a restaurant. We don't have time to be polite to you." Jiu Chonglou's impatient tone rang out at the right moment.

For the first time, Xia Yu found Jiu Chonglou's voice to be so pleasant that he wanted to run away immediately. However, remembering his teacher's instructions, he took out his phone just in case: "Let's add each other's contact information. You can talk to me anytime if you have any questions."

ID: [Kaito Kid]?

Ji Mo hesitated, then inexplicably thought of Jiu Chonglou's evaluation of Xia Yu.

Xia Yu chatted for a few more minutes, but couldn't come up with anything to talk about. Seeing that Jiu Chonglou had no intention of killing him and had pulled out a long knife half his height to peel an apple, Xia Yu finally knew to leave.

"That nagging brat is finally gone." Jiu Chonglou complained as he peeled an apple for himself with a long knife. His knife skills were swift, cutting through the skin without breaking it. He took a bite and complained, "Why isn't it sweet?"

"Why don't you finish the story?" With no one around, Ji Mo could finally ask his question.

The version of the story that Jiu Chonglou just told was missing some details compared to the version he knew.

For example, the whereabouts of [life] and [death].

For example, the third characteristic of erosion is that it can provide information about existence, not limited to living organisms.

For example, the Void Erosion is also recording information from all realms.

These two characteristics can occasionally lead to situations similar to those in the previous dream world.

Despite being unable to read Ji Mo's memories, it relied on the existence of the Void Erosion to obtain some information about the Mortal Realm and the program team, forming a Nine-Story Tower that resembled Ji Mo in form but not in spirit.

Ji Mo's thoughts drifted away until Jiu Chonglou's answer brought him back to his senses.

"Because ignorance is bliss."

Jiu Chonglou's tone carried a hint of envy.

……

Chen Zhuzhu squatted on the low stool in the entryway, untying her shoelaces, her fingers trembling slightly.

It wasn't fear, but the excitement of acquiring knowledge.

Since gaining her abilities, Chen Zhuzhu's thirst for knowledge has increased significantly. If it weren't for the upcoming final exams, which kept her away from her roommates and classmates, people would probably have asked her why she suddenly became so studious.

Throughout the journey, the story Jiu Chonglou had told her kept replaying in her mind, making her heart pound.

After putting the shoes back in the shoe cabinet, Chen Zhuzhu's gaze fell on the Bodhisattva statue that had been enshrined in the house for many years.

She inexplicably took out her phone and snapped a picture.

"Disrespectful to the Bodhisattva!" Her mother happened to pass by and slapped her hand away. "How dare you slap the Bodhisattva's face like that? Aren't you afraid of angering the Bodhisattva?"

He then looked her over suspiciously, "You're still working at this hour?"

"The boss said today is a holiday," Chen Zhuzhu casually replied, her gaze never leaving the Bodhisattva statue.

She had searched for information on the deities of Sanchuan mentioned by Ji Mo and found that there were indeed relevant records. They were a small religious sect of deities that the archaeological community judged to be a very small number of ruling classes in ancient times who privately worshipped them.

If the gods like the First Heavenly Lord are the true deities of this world, then it is they who are protecting the mortal realm.

Then what about the myths and legends I've known since childhood...?