Sparkle: I won't blame you for Aha's death, but I'm keeping the money for the graveyard rave tickets! (Continued)

Countless people had been so frightened that they shut off their livestreams, but many others still did not want to miss this unprecedented broadcast.

"Mm, I did call you here because I needed something." After warning some of the paid commenters in the livestream, Chen Luo began speaking with the Aeon of Preservation.

Paid commenters would always exist. So would keyboard warriors, and internet trolls even more so.

As for why there were paid commenters? Whose paid commenters were they?

Whoever's interests had been touched by the Paradise's ticket release just now was the one who hired them.

But there was no need to care about that next.

How much money could being a paid commenter possibly earn?

Was it worth risking being beaten up through the screen and across the internet cable—or even killed—by someone who could kill an Aeon?

"I need you to build a wall around Penacony, one that allows people out but not in. The commotion just now was a little too big, but it had to be done to lure the Aeon of Joy in. Still, I accidentally lost my grip and let fragments of the Aeon of Joy's mask slip away. So I need you to build a wall to keep the monsters drawn here by the news from entering Penacony, so they do not have too much of an impact on it. That is not what I want. But we also cannot stop those already in Penacony from leaving and imprison their freedom, so it must allow people out but not in," Chen Luo said.

"..."

"I know you do not understand, and you do not care either... Anyway, build a wall. You are good at that, right?"

As though some keyword had been triggered, the Aeon of Preservation's body suddenly emitted a