Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

Red A silently scanned his surroundings. He recognized this place; it was the entrance to the film and television amusement park. Once again, he was involuntarily transported to another location.

Half of his companions had also mysteriously disappeared, and even his good-natured Master was nowhere to be found.

"We...left his protective barrier?"

After saying that, he gave up.

Because the mute function is still on!

Xing blinked blankly: "Something's not right."

"Duang~~!" A series of funny sound effects followed.

The director's cut audio track once again asserted its presence, reciting the script on its own: "Every time night falls, Clockwork Paradise reveals its hidden side."

Xing turned to look at the huge Clock Boy statue between the two gates of the park. This time, the sound... was really loud.

"You, the protagonist, open your eyes to find yourself trapped in a nightmare from which there is no escape. Now, a terrifying enemy has come to your side."

A terrifying enemy? Beside you?

Archer raised an eyebrow. Was he referring to him?

"Knowing we are allies, why are you still trying to sow discord?"

The director's cut audio track chuckled, "Mr. Archer, you don't seem like the kind of Servant who would rigidly adhere to an alliance. Wouldn't it be wonderful to take advantage of this specially arranged 'split operation' and eliminate an opponent for your Master?"

Red A, without changing his expression, said, "This suggestion is indeed worth considering."

Xing's eyes were full of innocence as she stared at him pitifully: "Fine, let's fight then, who's afraid of who?"

[March 7th: Ah... why are your expression and words contradicting each other?]

[Rin Tohsaka: Sigh~, Arche, that's just like you. Your words are even harder than your youthful sense of justice.]

"'Should we kill her?'" Archer repeated Greedy's suggestion, his expression as cold as ever as he looked at Xing: "Before you woke up, I overturned the answer to this question 12 times. If I were to make a move, you wouldn't have a chance to open your eyes."

[Xing: That's not necessarily true. I'm in excellent physical condition; most athletes can't compare.]

[Gold Sand: Overturned 12 times? That means he wavered on the answer of taking action at least 6 times? And remained indecisive until Xing woke up.]

[Huo Huo: It feels... like counting flower petals back and forth?]

[Red Archer: Master, you'd better not use your intelligence on your own people.]

[Gold Sand: Thank you, my servant. Thank you for still considering me one of your own.]

[Hanabi: Sigh~ I have to say, Little Gray's sleeping condition is as good as ever. How many times has he fallen unconscious now?]

The director's cut audio track sighed: "Too bad, I thought you were a smart guy. You're in for a lot of trouble—"

He began reading the script, and the night lights cast an eerie glow across the entire film park: "The evil clockmaker brings evil spirits from hell who control different curses. They disguise themselves as harmless dolls in the park, pulling the victims into sleep and endlessly tormenting their souls."

[Gallach: Oh ho? Old man, your new character is pretty high-level. He's even become a boss alongside Scott from the last script.]

[Mikhail: Hmm...Greddy, I don't object to cameo roles. But don't go overboard with the criticism, okay?]

[Gopher Wood: It's time to change the name.]

[Greddy: What about you?]

[Gopher Wood: Okay.]

Xing's brows twitched repeatedly: "I'm a director at Croker Films. Do you have the copyright to our Watch Boys?"

The director's cut audio track nonchalantly says, "Don't worry, Mr. Otti's PR team will handle it for me—in my past life, I dreamed of transforming the Crocker Film Park into my nightmare park, and I never imagined it would come true in this way."

[Star: I can't believe I dreamed about this again today.]

"This is an even more enjoyable experience than eating a three-layered Stargazing pie. Enjoy it to the fullest, dear characters, until..."

"To become a toy for evil spirits!"

[March 7th: A three-layered stargazing party? This level of enjoyment is just too... too relatable!]

[Firefly: I feel it's not as good as the oak-smoked cake roll.]

[Greedy: Don't interrupt, don't flatter, and don't follow up! You've already ruined the atmosphere!]

Star and Red A quickly found their first companion.

On a platform, Miss Note is arguing heatedly with a red doll.

But the words Miss Yin Fu always uttered, sharp as they were, were all blocked out as black blocks.

The red doll revealed her name—Grandma Note.

"Sorry, darling, I almost forgot, your voice is already my private property."

"It started with the song's copyright, then the image, and finally the name..."

"They found a girl younger and prettier than you, and that name became her stage name. And you, you died with your eyes wide open in the wasteland of dreams."

"I will slowly devour your body, and even the borrowed pseudonym 'Miss Yin Fu' will become my possession."

[Yao Guang: Grandma Yin Fu, hmm... that's quite a straightforward name. You can immediately tell the superior-subordinate relationship between them.]

[Gold Sand: Why does this feel like a fantasy horror movie repackaged as a fantasy film? Wait, wasn't that one mainly a romance? And it wasn't a silent film, was it?]

[Greedy: Borrowing is an important means for art to spread.]

[Fireworks: But we generally call this plagiarism.]

[Greedy: Nonsense! What do you know? This is called a tribute!]

Xing rushed forward and shouted, "Hey! You monster, surrender now!"

Grandma Yin Fu laughed heartily: "Finally here! Perfect timing to let your friends see your embarrassing state."

Using the stolen Caster power, she summoned an army of countless Dream Troupe.

The battle was about to break out, and at that moment, Saber arrived!

To welcome the king's arrival, the background music was even transformed into a grand and epic piece.

"These are just small fry; there's no need for you, Master, to bother with them."

[Hanabi: No, did you carry a speaker here?]

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, accompanied by their own special background music. Grandma Yin Fu was furious: "How dare they steal my lead role? All of you, get on set! Whoever can beat them, the investors will reimburse them for life with their 'Suleda'!"

The monster extras of the Dream Theater Troupe were overjoyed, shouting, "For the free lunchboxes!"

"Sulphur syrup?" Saber frowned, her voice righteous and indignant. "Two bottles of syrup, and you're willing to serve a demon? Where has your dignity as monsters gone?"

[March 7th: Uh... Do monsters even have dignity?]

[Hanabi: Sigh~ I think you completely misunderstand. Is this really a monster?]

[Star: Oh? Is this the classic storyline—the protagonist's speech?]