“If the company is willing to take the risk for the lives of tens of thousands and the trust of hundreds of thousands.”
“Although it’s a small possibility, it does exist…”
The others nodded, all of them loyal to the company, but no one was foolish enough to think they could commit perjury before the Council.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Croft.”
“Hmm?” The strange man turned his head, the crumpled contract floating behind him.
“The Magic Hero Hall we signed the contract with is completely different from the one in this contract.”
Croft’s shocked gaze fell on Xiyun behind the observer. This old friend of his had already covered his face with his claws, not daring to look up at him.
Officer Montai considerately approached, gently supporting his buzzing head, and whispered in his ear:
“We know, Mr. Croft, that you were also thinking of us, afraid we would be deceived. But rest assured, we have already thoroughly investigated. Please calmly witness this moment.”
Croft didn’t know how he managed to sit back down in his chair, as if someone had lifted him and placed him there.
He felt as though his spirit had died, leaving only a husk sitting here, listening to incomprehensible, buzzing murmurs.
What warm welcome for Mr. Boboli, what gratitude for everyone’s help, what thanks for everyone’s witness, what permanent Magic Hero-level Arena…
Wait!
What does ‘permanent Magic Hero-level Arena’ mean?!
He abruptly lifted his head.
He saw a faint projection hovering in the hall, composed only of external outlines—single-color lines of rotating gears.
“Ever since I received the production invitation from the Lost Illusion Company, I’ve been thinking about how to build a Demon-Elite Hall in such a short amount of time.”
The boy’s voice rang out nervously, “After all, the deadline was just over a month: only twenty-something days.”
“Wow!” The crowd below erupted in thunderous applause.
Even Steward Gu was moved.
He had only learned a few hours ago that his company had independently applied for an additional Demon-Elite Hall.
Although he had got a rough idea on the way, which already struck him as incredible, now hearing Boboli’s words, he couldn’t help but feel shocked as well.
This was truly a mission impossible.
But he had accomplished it.
Mr. Jin was also astonished.
The insignificant little place that he had once overlooked turned out to have such a wild approach.
When the Council jury received this application yesterday, they were immediately blown away with admiration.
This design was simply too perfect for this venue.
With such a setup, simply swapping things around could create a brand-new Demon-Elite Hall. Even if someone knew some of the tricks, it wouldn’t bring any substantial advantage in clearing the dungeon, because every entry was random, and the rooms could be easily shuffled and replaced.
And only now did Mr. Jin realize that this design had only started a month ago, and was led by a young man who hadn’t even known what a Demon-Elite Hall was.
“A month? Is he a hidden master designer?” Croft glanced at the boy.
Chief Jin couldn’t help asking, “Would you mind telling me, how did you master all this in such a short time? Is it a gift?”
“Well, my model ability helped me.”
Boboli hesitantly picked up an Ability Sphere.
“Many people in the Illusion Company helped me memorize several production manuals, so I was able to quickly learn this precious knowledge in nearly two days.”
The phantom of the Ability Sphere was projected in the conference hall, and the “Proxy Contract” ability came into everyone’s view.
“I see.” Chief Jin clapped his hands, “Being able to use it so skillfully—you’re a genius.”
Kraft slumped back weakly in his chair.
The venue erupted in murmurs.
Some people in the crowd secretly waved their arms in surprise, while others quickly initiated a Mental Link with friends who weren’t present, telling them what scene they had missed.
[A Cheng, you absolutely have no idea what kind of legend those few pages we casually memorized over a month ago have created!]
{What do you mean?}
[See for yourself!]
More and more people activated their Mental Link.
“Excuse me!” During the session where the designer expounded on his design philosophy, one person raised a hand and said:
“Mr. Boboli, I’m curious, why is it gear-shaped?”
“That’s exactly what I’m about to explain. Those gears are scenes created by spreading out the frequency mismatch spectra. To save time, I made them all exactly the same size.”
Hearing this, Mr. Jin and Kraft instantly realized the benefits of this design.
Both of them were experienced individuals; in just a second, the ingenuity and convenience brought by this design emerged more vividly in their minds.
“So that’s how it is…” Croft murmured, his mind already unfolding further designs.
On stage, Boboli was explaining his design philosophy, his earlier timidity and unease gradually fading away:
“These rooms can be disassembled arbitrarily…”
“If you’re willing, each of you can…”
The crowd was full of admiration; even if they had studied those manuals, they never could have come up with this.
At least a third of those present were members of the “Devil’s Hall Special Action Team,” well aware of the difficulty involved in laying out scenes.
It involved thousands upon thousands of three-dimensional coordinates. A single misalignment would cause collisions with other scenes, and resolving the gaps between them was like pulling a single thread to move the whole web—especially when splitting and modifying, it was sheer mental hell.
Yet this assembly was so seamless that you could take any piece and fit it into the groove of a disc without error.
It could serve as a component for Disc No. 1, or equally for Disc No. 5, or Disc No. 10!
Mr. Jin took over the conversation:
“That’s why this design concept left us in awe—because it could entirely become a lasting design, beyond the Fate Track, in arenas like this city’s competitions.”
“It’s simple and easy to implement. In the future, if a new city applies for the highest-difficulty ranking battles, it can be reused with just a few modifications.”
Once again, everyone erupted in applause.
“So, the Devil-level arena we’re signing this time is the first in history that can be used repeatedly!”
Croft finally understood what it meant to witness glory and honor.
At the same time, Croft quickly gathered information about Boboli through his own resources.
This guy isn’t from the New Fate Track, so the so-called Boboli must be someone from here, and it’s even possible that this Demonlord Hall is his first work!
Who is he?
{Found it, teacher.}
[So quickly?]
{Because he was the teammate of that junior disciple you once wanted to bring onto the Fate Track.}
Amid Boboli’s continuous introductions, Croft’s gaze froze.
This eccentric man lowered his head slightly, looking at the dreamlike induction screen before him.
[Yang Zicang’s teammate?]
{Yes.}
Croft felt as if molten lava was surging through his nostrils.
{And just now, we confirmed with the Parliamentary Construction Department the design of the new Demonlord Hall. This arena city was only approved a few hours ago, with the designer signatures being “Boboli, Chief of Piao Ming Group” and “co-designed with Starlight Illusion.”}
“How is this possible!”
Croft naturally knew that Yang Zicang had only been here for half a year.
Yang Zicang’s teammates weren’t even as strong as him. After reviewing Yang Zicang’s profile, Croft was quite satisfied with this lucky and energetic young man.
But at this moment, Croft felt he had utterly failed.
He had misjudged him!
He was nothing but a rebel and a spy!
Croft recalled that before this final designer entered, Yang Zicang and Jiaoma had arrived just before that blond-haired kid.
The three of them were in cahoots.
“It was that bastard Yang Zicang who did this!”
The strange man swept his eagle-like gaze over Yang Zicang, then landed on the Red General Manager standing at the door.
The other party had long been watching his performance; upon seeing Croft finally look her way, Huan Bao’er tilted her chin up like a victorious little finch.
“It’s you guys who did this, isn’t it! You wretched things!”
Having investigated Yang Zicang’s background and character, Croft knew him inside and out. He even knew who had applied for the Mo-Level assessment, so naturally, he was aware of which two cities the participants in the Mo-Level Hall were from!
Originally, he had intended to present this as a gift to Yang Zicang, to move him and make him leave with him!
But instead, this turned out to be a “spy” from Lost Illusion Company!
From afar, Huan Bao’er could feel how furiously angry Croft was, nearly on the verge of passing out.
She thought to herself, wasn’t this director supposed to have exceptionally high psychological resilience?
He had already completely subdued his own model, so why was he now trembling all over like someone with constipation?
[You guys, report to the Senate immediately, right now.]
{Teacher, report about what?}
[Hadn’t Yang Zicang long been clamoring to resign by year’s end? He might cheat in the competition a few days from now! Hurry up and submit the information I’ve gathered on him, for heaven’s sake! Tell the Council that the Mo-Level Hall is the battlefield of his city!]
Croft raged internally!
[He’s a true-blue spy! He’s been stealing competition intel for his city’s ranking, all of it!]
Because the Lost Illusion Company had never dealt with a Demon King’s Hall before, the relevant regulations were incomplete.
This was an extremely serious breach of confidentiality.
Upon receiving the information, the members of Croft’s studio team immediately race against time to report the matter to the council.
“Hmph.” Croft raised his eyes to look at the few people signing the contract, then turned his gaze to the [Permanent Magus-Class Arena City Framework] suspended in the air, a smile full of anger creeping onto his face.
Although the rooms in this arena city were randomly generated, it was, after all, an arena city created by Yang Zicang and his group. What if they had left some kind of back door?
For example, entering through a certain door at a specific time and passing through the room with pre-calculated timing could easily lead to the final competition venue.
Whether or not this possibility exists, as long as this information is reported to the council, they will make every effort to prevent such a scenario from occurring!
I’ve essentially plugged a loophole for the council.
“Hmph.” Croft relaxed and leaned back against the chair, no longer nervous about the ongoing signing ceremony, Instead, he seemed to be savoring the scene as if enjoying it.
The others at the table looked curiously at this councilor cadet who had just been emotionally agitated but now appeared calm.
Huan Bao’er, observing from afar, furrowed her brow.
“Could this old geezer still pull tricks… No, it’s all settled now. He doesn’t… he won’t have another chance.”
At the signing table.
Boboli looked down at the contract in his hand, which now bore two signatures.
— Holy Ring Parliament Gold Chair, Jin Fangmou.
——Lost Illusion Company, Starlight Illusion Manager, Gu Qingquan.
Next, it was his turn.
Boboli took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and quickly scribbled the crooked Chinese characters “Piao Ming Group Chief Director Boboli” on the blank horizontal line below the two smooth signatures, his handwriting jagged like dog bites.
This was the name they had agreed upon after discussion with Yang Zicang and Morrie.
From now on, the three of them would collectively go by the title “Chief Director” for their team.
Any major decision would require the consent of all three before it could proceed.
Now, this was the team’s first shining moment on the grand stage!
As the handwriting fell, the three contracts were continuously rotated with the help of assistants for re-signing. Boboli wrote more and more fluently—this feeling was amazing!
Bang! Bang!
Rainbow confetti fell from the ceiling like rain.
The three stood up, with Director Gu at the core, their hands crossing in a handshake as warm applause erupted throughout the hall.
Click—a flash bulb went off from the front.
A man, grinning widely, crouched slightly and held up his camera to capture the scene.
On the side seats at the edge, Croft tilted his head back, clapping, watching it all unfold.
“This is a record of me.”
He smirked slightly.
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