"The end of the 2.1 storyline is packed with intense scenes?"
"What! Gallagher's true master is The Watchmaker?"
"What! Sunday's master is the Dreammaster of Penacony?"
"What! Gallagher is a fake, actually a decoy?"
"I went to pick up so takeout... and when I ca out, it felt like the sky had fallen?"
"This is brutal! These two are exposing each other's secrets!"
...
The eyes of players across the universe were fixed on Little Gui's livestream.
At this mont.
Sunday spoke coldly, "Indeed, every part of you is real. Your brown hair, soft and curly like Benny's (the Dreamscape Producer); your orange eyes, which remind of Sir Whittaker's (the head of the Nightingale family) gaze; that peculiar scar, a badge of honor from Woolsey (the Bloodhound Captain)~…"
"And the gray vest, tie, Bloodhound badge, water bottle, mixology skills, the identity of a peacekeeper… they are all real—"
"—from fifty-two loyal [Family mbers]."
"When they co together, countless tiny truths weave into a lie—you've plucked a strand of recognition from each person, claid them as your own, and fabricated a complete Gallagher in the Dreamscape…"
"Am I right, mysterious pawn?"
The corner of Gallagher's mouth twitched.
"Haha…"
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
His laughter grew increasingly unrestrained.
It even made Sunday take a step back.
Little Gui was stunned.
...
"????"
"Holy crap!"
"The mysterious one is here?"
"Fun fact: Enigmata is born from the Path of Rembrance, and Penacony's Dreamscape is brimming with tic essence."
"The legendary History Fictionologists?"
"So, Gallagher is a fabricated person?"
"Gallagher's na is real… the peacekeeper's traits are real too… but the peacekeeper isn't called Gallagher…"
"No wonder all the Bloodhounds only identify him by his traits, but no one actually knows him."
"Then what did I pull?"
"Penacony is truly full of masters!"
...
After his laughter subsided.
Gallagher said, "You've got guts, impressive! Fine, I underestimated you…"
"I admire you. But so what? Does this prove I killed your sister and that stowaway?"
Sunday replied, "It proves you're in cahoots with the mory Zone 's death—that's enough."
With those words!
Little Gui and the viewers in the livestream were shocked once more!
That eerie and terrifying mory Zone monster…
had left a deep, haunting impression on all players over these two versions!
Both in the story and in the ga!
And now!
Sunday was suggesting that thing was connected to Gallagher?
As everyone was lost in chilling thoughts.
Sunday continued coldly, "Listen, I don't care how you did it… I only care about one thing, the answer to one question—"
"—you bastard, damn stray dog, why did you kill her?!"
Sunday, who had been calm and composed until now, finally erupted with fury!
It felt like a pressure that had been building to its limit had finally exploded.
And those words.
Undoubtedly revealed a massive piece of information!
—The mastermind behind the killings…
was actually Gallagher!
Hearing this.
Gallagher chuckled again.
Step by step, he walked into the shadows.
"Those involved are blind—people can't see the sand in their eyes,"
"They only know the sand is there."
Casually, he sat down on the sofa.
Pulled out a lighter.
Lit it.
Played with the fla.
"Want the answer?"
"I can give it to you."
He didn't light a cigarette.
Instead, he held the fla in front of his eyes.
It just happened to cover Sunday's figure.
"All because of that damn twist of fate."
"Click!"
The mont he closed the lighter.
Sunday's shadow suddenly elongated and twisted!
In the blink of an eye, it beca a bizarre shade!
The next second!
"Thud—!"
A sharp horn pierced through Sunday's body.
Blue dream bubbles instantly scattered across the ground.
...
"???"
"What's going on?"
"What's with that puddle of liquid!?"
"Mom! I think I just saw Sunday get impaled?"
"It's Sothing Unto Death, holy shit!"
"Huh?"
"Brother Sunday is down!?"
...
"Damn! I thought Gallagher was just an NPC, turns out he's the mastermind behind all this!"
"Holy shit!"
"Sorry, Brother Sunday, I thought you were just a Harmony fanatic, but now I see you're a real man."
"Gallagher's pretty good, Sunday wanted the answer, and he imdiately gave it to him, letting him et his sister."
"This is bad! Really bad!"
"Soone needs to stop Gallagher! He's on a killing spree and no one can stop him!"
...
At the hotel scene.
Sunday had already taken imdiate action.
Seeing himself get "killed" in the plot…
The family's traitor and the real culprit had surfaced.
He quickly made a decision: "Restrain Gallagher."
The lead security officer confidently replied, "Lord Patriarch, we've already placed Gallagher under surveillance. This ti, we'll definitely complete the mission!"
However.
Upon hearing this.
Sunday's expression changed.
"Do you really think you can keep him under surveillance?"
"He's a mysterious Pathstrider."
"Chances are, he sensed sothing was off right away and has already escaped the family's blockade."
"Issue an imdiate notice: The family is putting out a full-scale manhunt for Gallagher."
At this mont.
Aventurine approached Sunday's side.
Sunday signaled for his subordinates to step back for now.
Aventurine smiled and said, "Mr. Sunday, it seems we're both unfortunate, eting our [deaths] in the plot."
"Now we're truly in the sa boat."
But Sunday wasn't in the mood to laugh.
He said irritably, "Mr. Aventurine, don't act all smug after getting the upper hand, alright?"
"This version of the plot is practically all your shining monts…"
"Even I'm starting to wonder if Yu Ling has been in contact with you privately?"
"Or…"
"Did the company pay Yu Ling for an investnt?"
Aventurine couldn't help but chuckle, "Buddy, are you serious?"
"You think Yu Ling is just an ordinary ga developer?"
"The Interastral Peace Corporation is building a vast galactic credit system, but Yu Ling's actions in developing this ga… I can't figure it out, and I don't dare to guess."
"Who he chooses as the protagonist, whose plot he expands, and who becos a playable character… that's not sothing others can decide."
"One day, even if an Aeon becos a character in the ga, I wouldn't be surprised."
Sunday turned around.
Looking up at the large screen in the air.
Obviously.
He wasn't in the mood to discuss such profound matters with Aventurine at the mont.
The scene of Gallagher's betrayal still seed vivid before his eyes!
What Sunday was most concerned about now was…
As the plot continued to unfold.
More and more factions were erging in Penacony…
And they were getting closer to the truth.
Next…
The [Dream of Ena] would probably be exposed as well, right?
When that ti ca.
Facing the gaze of the entire universe…
He'd better start preparing in advance.
...
On the other side.
March 7th and Stelle were actively participating in the discussion of the plot.
After getting over the initial shock.
March 7th placed her hands on her hips and said, "I think… there's still a twist to this!"
Stelle looked up.
Giving March 7th a look of disbelief.
March 7th continued to explain, "Think about it, in the PV where Acheron and Black Swan were dancing, she was so—so ruthless!"
"Back then, everyone thought Acheron was the big villain, right?"
"But what happened?"
"Acheron is on our side!"
"And so is Aventurine."
"Now it's Gallagher's turn… I'm sure there's more to this!"
Stelle gently rubbed her forehead.
"Isn't that a bit of a stretch?"
"At least give so evidence!"
"Giving evidence isn't my style," March 7th chuckled.
She opened her phone.
And casually posted her speculation on a forum! Follow current novels on NoveIＦire
Soon.
Players began replying below.
[You can already control Sothing Unto Death, and you're still talking about a twist?]
[Unless you tell Death is actually a Wuwu Bear in disguise]
[The most unassuming person is actually the mastermind behind a series of major cases, just like in many novels]
[I'm putting it out there, there's definitely no twist! Otherwise, I'll top up 10×648 for the OP!]
[Seriously? Gallagher is already the obvious culprit, and you're still talking about a twist? Are you trying to be the prophet March 7th?]
[If Gallagher isn't the mastermind, I'll livestream kowtowing 100 tis to the OP!]
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