Yutianxiao came to a realization:

"So, the purpose of the Empire isn't to punish evil, but to instill the concept that the Empire demands external strength and arrogance, deep into people's hearts?"

"You're quite clever—oh, Spellcasters, that explains it."

Glina looked at Yutianxiao in surprise:

"However, there's one point where you're not detailed enough, let me help you fill it in—the Empire's narrative is imperialism. If the public finds the Empire's imperialistic behavior unsatisfactory or weak, issues like this arise, so for the Philosopher King, he would rather kill the innocent than, for stability, exile a poor, innocent, helpless weak woman like me."

Long Yuqiong frowned:

"...Why do I feel like the practice of narrative civilization is more rigid than ordinary civilization?"

"Well, a civilization shaped by mortals is like that."

Glina said indifferently:

"You want both strength and flexibility, why don't you dig up some Primordial Soil and swallow it to become a Society?"

"I just find it a bit strange."

Caramel Snail muttered:

"That Emperor of the Northern McDowell Button—now renamed Land Loyd, it's really inexplicable, suddenly coming into conflict with the Empire's people? It's so strange!"

Among the crowd, Night Fighting Sword, upon hearing this, quietly shrank back, but no one except the attentive Lanan, who tilted her head slightly, noticed the calm face of Night Fighting Sword, whose back was already drenched.

Sweat poured down, Night.

'Damn damn damn, why did it turn out this way?'

Night Fighting Sword squinted, pretending to listen intently, but was internally panicking.

'I just wanted to play a prank, how did it escalate to the narrative civilization's big boss?'

'Hearing their analysis, does this count as... inciting Empire citizens to commit crimes, disrupting the narrative cohesion...'

'It's over, I'm a good young man who can resist throwing firecrackers when passing by a toilet, a law-abiding citizen who waits at red lights in games, how did I become a criminal in the Empire?'

"Old Ye, why aren't you talking?"

Yutianxiao suddenly noticed Night Fighting Sword's silent appearance and curiously asked.

"Ah, just that, ah, I have a bit, ah..."

Night Fighting Sword's face was ashen, the broken hair on his forehead soaked with sweat—oh, this damned immersion sensation made his already insufficient confidence even more pronounced.

"My character seems to have a bad stomach, ah, with the full immersion system on, ah, I can't bear it... ah, just like that."

"Then why don't you turn off the system."

Yutianxiao helpfully started instructing:

"Here, open the settings, find the system, scroll down, see that Sensory and Realism option? Open it, and turn off body organ overload."

"Oh oh oh, miracle doctor, miracle doctor."

"You're welcome, let me tell you some good news, if you have issues in the future, you can go online."

Yutianxiao reminded:

"Let me tell you another good piece of news: search engines are free."

Night Fighting Sword tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Haha, hahaha, ha..."

"However."

Before Night Fighting Sword could finish adjusting the settings, Leoz suddenly spoke:

"The Philosopher King directly gave the order... Interesting, he must have used Clairvoyance to see the future."

"Is that possible?"

"From what I understand, the current Philosopher King is the sixth generation, and before he ascended, he was an Ascender on the Pathway of the Sovereign. He wielded Sequence 4: Fate."

Leoz spoke eloquently:

"However, our fate trajectories are protected by the Lai Anding Protocol, so he shouldn't see the specific situation, only the benefits of doing this for the Empire."

"Such a reason... is so simply crude?"

"The strong don't need extra excuses."

Leoz said, suddenly raising a gun, and aimed it at Caramel Snail:

"I don't eat snails—even with such a simple reason, if I want to hit someone, I can use it."

"Why is it always me getting hurt..." Caramel Snail kicked the gun barrel away with frustration: "So what now? Miss Glina, you're in charge of taking us down, what do you want from us?"

"What a bullhead."

Glina showed a disdainful look at the intellect:

"Look at me, eh? With these skinny arms and legs, I can't even fight you all, do you think I can provoke the Philosopher King?"

"So, do you want to accept their compensation and then dive down?"

"Wouldn't that mean I'm being taken advantage of."

Glina scoffed:

"Don't forget, you still need me to take you down. Or do you think you can fight me? Hurry up and think of a way for me."

This left Caramel Snail feeling almost paralyzed.

So, among us almighty and domineering group, none of us can fight, and you want us to step up for you to gain benefits?

The Empire's leader is at least an Ascender from Omega (24), right?

And you, a Demigod from Sigma (18), being bullied, want us Zetas (6) to stand up for you?

This is like a saber-toothed tiger urging a catfish sprite to single out a T-Rex.

"I don't want to do it anymore." Caramel Snail complained: "Who on earth is causing the trouble, at the final step, pulling something like this."

"Uh huh, uh huh."

Night Fighting Sword, sweating profusely:

"Really, ah, damn, ah, bad... ah."

"Old Ye, you can also turn off the sweating setting."

"Thank you, my cyber doctor."

"Let's discuss it."

Long Yuqiong sighed:

"What should we do? Given the current situation, this young lady definitely won't let it go."

"The key is we can't even beat this little girl."

Severston curled his lips:

"You can't really say, this girl is quite something, with such a face, feels like even if she killed my whole family, I would forgive her, an ordinary person can't really hate her."

"You might not hate her, but I do. We've already made considerable sacrifices, it feels like we're being used." Even Lanan complained: "Really annoying, someone must be messing with us behind the scenes, or was this all foreseen by the planners of Starry Abyss?"

"Exactly."

Night Fighting Sword, hearing this, immediately got an idea, raised his hand, and confidently declared:

"It must be the Qiqiao Network causing this!"

"No, although the planning department is a beautiful entity, this time it doesn't feel like it's their fault."

Long Yuqiong thought:

"If it doesn't work, first issue an empty promise, deceive her into going? Upon reaching the Border Abyss, we'll scatter upon landing. Apart from that, there really isn't any other good way..."

"—No, there is a way."

Leoz suddenly said.

With these words, everyone turned to Leoz, only to see a reliable smile emerging on his face as he leisurely said:

"Glina doesn't want to go down because she's unsatisfied with her reputation being damaged, if we ensure she doesn't get disgraced, wouldn't that solve it?"

"What do you mean? Are you going to run a campaign?" Long Yuqiong was puzzled: "We are about to go to Lower Starry Abyss, we have no connections or money, where do we go to redeem her? Even if we want to do it, there's no plan or rehearsal, it's simply too late."

"Redeem what? What plan? Don't we already have one?"

Leoz skillfully pulled out a mask from his pocket:

"We'll stage a terrorist attack to divert attention, won't that solve the issue?"

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