"Mm, that's right, exactly like I said—no, no, listen to me first, listen. It goes like this first, then like this, then this, and finally like this. Got it? Ah, why don't you understand? Isn't this simple? Don't you get it? It goes like this first, then like this, then this, and finally like this. Very simple, right? Got it? Yes, yes, yes, you finally understand. That's it."
"Come on, would I lie to you? We're good friends. I might lie to anyone, but not to you, right? What happened with Fantasy that time was caused by many factors. Some were historical issues, some were objective environmental reasons. It wasn't that our plan had problems, just that the tone didn't quite match, and the conversion efficiency was a little low, which led to the final result being a bit unsatisfactory. But this time, I'm very confident! A once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity! If you miss this, you'll regret it for tens of thousands of years!"
"That's more like it. You really have an eye for things. Go back and wait for the good news!"
Drama Poet chatted into the walkie-talkie as if no one else were there, while Ash and Vishy had to use every ounce of effort to control their expressions—as Demigod Arcanists, if they wanted to, their hearing was enough to cover every detail within a radius of fifty meters, so naturally they could hear that no sound had ever come from the walkie-talkie. From beginning to end, Drama Poet had been gesturing wildly and talking to himself.
"Mm-hmm, then it's settled. Don't worry, there absolutely won't be any problems. Let's get together when you're free!"
Drama Poet put away the walkie-talkie and said to them, "It's been negotiated. Doomsday Watcher, you can participate in their Trial. Once they complete their