"Today we are still inviting the low-key behind-the-scenes instigator of Wei Xing Qi Mian, Mr. Chaint Sinkadestu!! Please welcome everyone!!!"
"This is a text interview. Also, calling me 'sir' is completely wrong. This is a term of address between spiritual beings, and there is data to follow."
"Don't be so strict! We need to lighten the mood. Hey! Of course I get it. Take it easy, Brother Chaint!! There are some things I'm better at! Calling every distinguished gentleman 'Mr.' The latest necro style trend! You don’t want to look out of date, do you?”
"This has nothing to do with being outdated."
"That's what the anachronistic people say - a little joke. Our readers sometimes need a little joke. Okay. Now that the joke is over, let's go straight to the first topic: your response to the recent rumors about you - 'The Duke of Hell is Chain What do you think about Te Sinkardo's true identity as the snooping devil?"
"No opinion."
"Brother! Oh my God! The contract is written on white paper. We have agreed that you must cooperate with me! If you do this, I will write on this line, 'Chaint is a despicable big devil, he is cheating'. Are you worthy of cooperation?"
"I'm very cooperative. And what I tell you is what I really think."
"Really what you really think?"
"You can read my mind. Easier than asking me here."
"I don't. In this regard, I am relatively behind the times. Okay, brother. Let's get back to the topic. So, do you agree with the identity of 'Peeping Devil'?"
"I neither agree nor disagree."
"Brother, you have to be clear about what you say. Otherwise the readers will be dissatisfied. Someone has opened a new newspaper to compete with me - they have no words in their newspapers. Just moving images. And it's not a weekly newspaper. Do you know how scary this is?"
"How scary is that?"
"Very, very - wait. I'm interviewing you, not you! Let me ask you straight up. Are you the 'Peeping Devil'?"
"If you think I am, I am. If you think I am not, I am not."
"I really want to fight you. But I don't want to get beaten, so forget it. Don't you hate this kind of 'subjective conclusion' the most?"
"This is not a subjective conclusion."
"So what is this? Some kind of religion? Because of everyone's beliefs, you become some kind of demon god-?"
"Devils and gods are nonsense."
"I would like to solemnly ask the distinguished Mr. Yi Chaint, what is the non-nonsense statement -?"
"Identification of the devil is not belief. Maybe some research went astray at the beginning, but it was quickly corrected. Didn't you do any background homework? The devil comes from 'contract', and 'deal' is one of them. Seed. As long as there is a deal, the devil exists. As long as you sign a contract with me under the name 'The Snooping Devil'. I am the 'Peeping Devil'."
"Now it's clear! You told me earlier! Just answer the question directly next time. Hey!...Wait? You said 'transaction' is just one of them? What other forms of contracts are there? Could it be..."
"Yes. What you signed with me counts. I believe I answered the question directly this time."
"You...ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
——Editor-in-Chief of "Weixing Qimian Weekly Issue 234": Willy Xiao
Starlight ink, largest font size: Yizhaint is a despicable archdevil who cheats.
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"You are right." Nesis said quietly.
There is a small piece of gold in the depression of that coordinate - as mentioned before, it is difficult to distinguish between golds. Yi Cha put it into his hand without attracting attention. But no matter how hidden it is, it’s hard to believe that Yimeiz didn’t see this process, unless——
"What did you see?" Metz turned around with a serious expression.
nothing. Yi Cha thought. Of course the devil can lie in his heart. The devil can do it too, but the principle is completely different. At this time he was using...
She is coming.
The final mother planet.
The ground beneath my feet just shook a little at first. He didn't care, and they didn't need to move after the coordinates began to tighten - Metz's carefully chosen position was trustworthy.
Until they had no place to stand. The ground supporting them shrank too small, and after the rough surface tightened to a certain extent, it became smooth. What was an inconspicuous arc at the beginning gradually became crucial, turning from a hill into a wave, and soon into a sphere that they could not stand on.
They come down the side. Of course. That sphere is the head of the ultimate mother star. She is five times as tall as them combined, and has a pair of condescending white eyes.
She seemed to be watching them. Yi Cha shook his hand and found that this was not the case. Although her eyes were open, she was no different from being blind.
Is what you see what I see?
"Yes. She has the same number of eyes as we do. But this is just an image created by our thinking to facilitate our understanding. You understand this." Metz replied briefly.
The golden arithmetic table slowly floated up. They were all close to her skull. Observe her openings at every angle. "No significant response within detection range."
They came close to her lips, which were closed like a strange pewter dinner plate.
"The chanting community is inside." Yimetz explained.
This is very easy to understand. that's the truth. There are no elements on the final home planet that would hinder their perception. I used Cha to inspire a heart song, and sure enough I felt a faint resonance in the throat of the ultimate mother planet.
"Not enough energy." He closed his heart song. "The song of the heart can be received, but that's all."
Attempts to extract the resonance community also failed. The teeth of the final home planet cannot be shaken.
Yi Cha turned his head and found Yimeiz looking at him with bright eyes.
"I thought you said you were here to help."
"Oh. That's right. What are you going to do?" said the original Olympian.
Yi Cha noticed that he didn't take out the math paper. At the first moment, he had a moderate guess.
But this has nothing to do with the current topic.
"You have to figure out the cause and effect relationship first," he replied. "The giant spirits are in turmoil. The problem of the final home planet, the malfunction of the singing community. The gravitational anomaly of the final moon, and Erobaba's gilding measures. Put them together, and it is easy to form a set of simple inferences with a high probability."
"That's right."
"But that's just an inference."
"That's right. That's where I can help you. Ezhaint."
Metz turned the calculation table and brought them to the back of the final home planet. The skeleton stretched out its fleshless finger and clicked in the air. "Please listen carefully to every word I say:
Erobaba's gilding seeps into this position. Take it out. You can wake up the ultimate mother star. But she will release all the stimulation she received here, and there is a 78% chance of destroying the singing community.
Or, we repeat Erobaba's approach and continue to 'gild'. Finally, manipulate the gold. Open the ultimate mother star and get a singing community. Repair it - There is an eighty-four percent chance of restoring it to average condition without interference.
The disadvantage of this is that eventually the mother star will be divided by gold and chopped into countless small pieces. "
