"Ha ha ha, this was damn satisfying. At a time like this, I ought to crack open a bottle of Hertolin smoked malt juice."
Botion spun and leaped, looking delighted beyond measure.
Grady smiled faintly.
"A man's heart was helplessly flooded with joy, leaving him floating on air."
"And all of this was merely an ordinary Mental Attack."
"Clockmaker, did you see that?"
"Your proudest trick is now nothing more than another possession in my pocket!"
In the midst of dancing, Botion suddenly came to his senses. Still dancing, he complained:
"Damn it, I don't know why, but I can't stop!"
Clockwork Old Man looked immensely pleased with himself.
"Ticktock, this is the Clockwork Trick invented by the Clockmaker, the demon king who once ruled Penacony."
"No matter how powerful a mind may be, before it, it is merely a blank sheet of paper to be altered at will."
"Not bad, but not much." Yan Huan snapped his fingers, and Botion's emotions instantly returned to normal.
"Hm? How is that possible?"
Clockwork Old Man was greatly astonished.
"By all rights, Clockwork Trick should not have worked within this barrier."
"After all, yours is Clock Kid's skill, while I am Clockwork Old Man. When a kid meets his old man, his abilities won't work."
"Who told you that was Clockwork Trick?" Yan Huan folded his arms.
"To be honest, I've barely used Clockwork Trick at all."
"As the director of Crouk Pictures, anyone who bastardizes Clock Kid's image in front of me deserves to be blacklisted."
Having returned to normal, Botion swiftly raised his gun at Clockwork Old Man. "Damn it, I'll love you to death with one shot!"
Bang—
The bullet struck Clockwork Old Man squarely in the forehead, blasting a pitch-black hole into it.
"Ah, I'm dead."
"Director, remember