In the dim corridor, the corpses of banana helpers lay everywhere.
The sound of a lighter flicking open rang out, and a faint flame illuminated the darkness.
Gallagher held a cigarette between his fingers and took a deep drag.
"Phew~"
His departing footsteps echoed through the empty hotel.
"At last, all the conditions needed to reach the climax of the story have been met."
"Now, let us welcome the grand finale!"
Amid the ear-splitting music, Mr. Rick walked over to March 7th, who was dancing wildly, and asked:
"March 7th, where is the Emperor's scroll?"
"Eh, that?"
March 7th paused for a moment, then pulled a scroll from her pocket.
In reality, it was a colorful spray can that merely looked like a scroll.
"Let me say this first—I'm not going in."
March 7th stuffed the scroll into Mr. Rick's hands and said unwillingly:
"There are so many people here who can fight. Pick a few yourselves. I never want to deal with monkeys again."
"And does this spray can actually work?"
"Of course." At some point, Ranpa had come over. She took the spray can from Mr. Rick and introduced it:
"Galaxy Ninjutsu is ever-changing. This is the Super. Ninja. Scroll."
"A Superman Scroll?" March 7th scratched her head, her pink-and-blue eyes filled with confusion. "What kind of Superman is it?"
A partygoer dancing past them glanced over in high spirits. "I'm Careful Superman. If I'm not careful, then..."
Ranpa explained to March 7th:
"Crawling. Ninja and I have infused it with Memory. Ninjutsu. If the Memokeeper spoke true, this is the Kaishaku Blade for those foul entities."
"Miss actress, please trust the director's judgment." Mr. Rick smiled confidently.
"As long as these memories containing the Ninja Meme Virus are cast into the Synesthesia Dream, they can perfectly