As they walked, Greedy popped out again and called out in narration:
"Silence. A silence so deep that only the turning gears of a clock could be heard—the joyful breathing of evil spirits."
As his words fell, a huge blue-green clock monster hopped out and blocked their path.
"Tick-tock, you really did come. I am the Clockwork Old Man."
"You want to take away the last Robin, don't you? But you will never succeed. Every Robin is already in my pocket."
"As long as I gather every Robin, I can summon the God of Robin, devour all of Penacony, and become the King of Nightmares!"
"Oh." Yan Huan stared at the Clockwork Old Man before him, utterly unmoved.
He merely picked up the newspaper from atop the Clockwork Old Man's head and continued studying the information on Penacony's two elders.
[If the turning points of history were compared to knots in a record of knotted cords, then Greedy undoubtedly bore two such knots.]
[The first was the invention of primitive Dream Bubble filming technology.]
[The second was tearing up the patent rights for Dream Bubble films.]
[Why give up rights capable of bringing astronomical profits? Greedy gave no answer.]
[People lavishly praised Greedy's selflessness, but as more and more terrible films emerged, that praise gradually turned into condemnation of Greedy.]
[The following was an interview record from that time.]
[Reporter: Truly astonishing. What made you decide to give up the patent?]
[Greedy: For a long time, the patent rights for Dream Bubble films placed many restrictions on Penacony's film and television creation. Many outstanding creators were forced to abandon their dreams because of them.]
[As awareness of copyright grew, so too did the number of copyright trolls, turning the entire creative environment into a complete mess.]
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