"Yes, that's right, it's just as I said... No, no, listen to me first, listen to me, it's like this first, then like this, then like this, and finally like this, do you understand? Oh, why don't you understand, isn't it very simple, don't you understand? It's like this first, then like this, then like this, and finally like this, it's very simple, don't you understand? Yes, yes, yes, you finally understand, that's it."

"Oh, how can I lie to you? We are good friends. I can lie to anyone but you, right? ... There were many factors that caused the incident. Some were historical issues, and some were objective environmental reasons. It wasn't that our plan had a problem. It was just that the tone was a bit mismatched and the conversion efficiency was a bit low, resulting in a less than satisfactory final result... But I am very confident this time! It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! If you miss this opportunity, you will regret it for tens of thousands of years!"

"That's right, you have good vision. Go back and wait for good news!"

The drama poet was chatting on the intercom as if no one was around. Ash and Vichy tried their best to control their expressions. As demigod magicians, their hearing was enough to cover all the details within a radius of fifty meters if they wanted to. Therefore, they could naturally hear that there was no sound coming from the intercom. It was just the drama poet gesticulating and talking to himself.

"Yeah, it's settled. Don't worry, there will be absolutely no problem. Let's get together when you have time in the future!"

The dramatic poet put away the intercom and said to them, "It has been agreed. You, the End Watcher, can participate in their trials. As long as they complete their trials, you can also complete the preparations for your promotion to God Lord."

Vishi guessed that the drama poet probably used some kind of power to collude with the virtual world, inducing the virtual world to share the trials of the three of them onto Ash, and the conversation on the intercom was just a joke he played on Ash and Vishi.

But Ash actually asked, "How did you convince the Void Realm to allow me to participate in their trials?"

"It's very simple. The overall difficulty of the four-person joint trial plan I proposed is higher than their individual trials, although the difficulty is mainly concentrated on you." The dramatic poet said: "If we quantify the values, then the virtual realm can only cause 10 points of damage to each of them in the individual trial, a total of 30 points. But if you follow my plan, the virtual realm can cause a total of 40 points of damage to you, of which you are responsible for offsetting 25 points, and they each bear 5 points. And once you are defeated, they will naturally be unsuccessful. Your chances of survival are lower than if you were to try it alone. Of course, the virtual realm accepts this plan. After all, its core demand is to kill you thieves."

"Wait!" Vichy's eyes sternly said, "That's not what you said just now. You said that Ash could participate in our trial and reduce the difficulty of our trial, instead of putting all the difficulty on Ash, and you didn't mean to entrust the success or failure of our trial entirely to Ash... You lied to us!"

“Ah, didn’t I tell you?” The dramatic poet tilted his head, but when he saw that Ash and Vichy were not good at circulating their source power, he quickly raised his hands and said, “Wait, let me explain - although most of the difficulty will be placed on the Doomsday Observer, the prerequisite is that the Doomsday Observer actively participates in your trials! In other words, as long as he does nothing, he won’t encounter any trials!”

"Only if he takes the initiative to help you will you need to offset 25 points of trial damage!"

"And I'm not saying that if the Doomwatcher loses, all of you will be wiped out. It's just that if he, as the core of the team, dies in the trial, I think you who have lost your loved ones may not be able to complete the trial on your own... Well, Ghost Prophet, you may be an exception."

Ash glanced at Vichy and asked again, "What will happen to them if I do nothing?"

"If you don't help them, they will naturally take the trial on your behalf." The dramatic poet spread his hands and said, "This trial has a time limit. They will suffer 5 points of damage at the beginning, and it will slowly increase to 10 points over time. But if you don't do anything, your 10 points of damage will be shared by them."

"So I didn't cheat you. Instead, I took care of all your needs and gave you plenty of choices."

"Anyone can protect their lover, and anyone can rely on their lover."

The dramatic poet smiled and said, "I guess, End Watcher, you must be very satisfied with this plan, right?"

Ash was silent for a moment, then slowly stood up and looked up at the drizzle hitting the transparent awning. He suddenly asked, "What do you want?"

"Um?"

"You appear in front of all the magicians who can be promoted to the Lord God, and help them choose the appropriate trial format... Why do you do this?" Yaxiu asked: "If you are the middleman between us and the virtual world, then what exactly are you making a profit from the price difference?"

The dramatic poet smiled slightly, stood up and spread his hands, swung them around like a big flap, took off his tall round hat and bowed respectfully in front of them: "Helping you magicians is the difference I want to make."

"I am a drama director, a poet who writes lyrics, and a recorder of legendary epics. Nothing can make my heart surge more than a hymn to courage. And you, the magicians who are qualified to be promoted to the Lord God, are undoubtedly the trendsetters of the times. Ambition, fantasy, perseverance, bloodiness, persistence... You have gathered the most shining and brilliant qualities of human nature. Regardless of good or evil, heroes or villains, your choices will change the direction of the Golden River, and the times will be more brilliant because of you!"

"But it's a pity that when you are promoted to God Lord, you tend to restrain your edge, and the thrilling story is followed by a long and boring "many years later." "

The drama poet shrugged: "Like the stars, the blood moon, Wu Jian, Sen Luo, Omniscience, and Utopian, they have always been my best sources before they step into heaven. The stars stole the sky of hell, the blood moon killed through hell, Wu Jian formed a corps of heroes to fight in hell, Sen Luo and Omniscience played a pair of enemies to destroy the gods of hell, and Utopian blasted open the road of life and death with one punch and trampled through the door of right and wrong with his two legs..."

"When I think back a little, countless wonderful scenes come into my mind," he said with a longing look, "You may think that you are legendary enough, but the most brilliant years of these gods are definitely not inferior to yours."

"In the past, the Divine Master was both the end point of the magicians and the conclusion of their stories. But now that the seventh level of the Void Realm has appeared, perhaps the four of them, Blood Moon, Omniscience, Infinity, and Void, will continue to write their own epics."

"But before being promoted to God Lord, the Void Realm Trial is basically the last adventure that a magician has to go through. It would be a waste to let the Void Realm mess around with this opportunity, so I volunteered to take on the communication between you and the Void Realm and get the most suitable story chapter for you."

"When you stand on the stage, I have already been paid." The dramatic poet smiled, "Next, I will sit in the audience and quietly enjoy the story you perform."

"The trial has begun, and it's time for me to leave." He nodded slightly and waved goodbye, "End Watcher, Ghost Prophet, we are destined to be together--"

"etc."

Ash grabbed his wrist and said seriously, "You lied to us."

The dramatic poet remained calm: "How did I deceive you?"

"You just said you would help us lower the difficulty, but now it seems that you just adjusted the format of our trial. We didn't gain any advantage at all!" Ash patted Vichy's hand that had been pulling his clothes, and said fussily, "You could at least lower the overall difficulty a little bit!"

"Hey, brother, please understand me. If I tell Xujing that I can help you reduce the difficulty, Xujing would have to be stupid to pay attention to me. Especially now that there are seven more levels, Xujing seems to have become a lot smarter and has learned to hold grudges. It still remembers the last time I helped Kongxiang. How could I help you reduce the difficulty?" The drama poet explained earnestly.

"So you're just going to trick us new magicians who just entered the virtual realm?" Ash said seriously, "I'm going to record your behavior of cheating newcomers in my diary and expose the ugly true face of the drama poet!"

“You don’t even keep a diary!”

“I’ll start writing today!”

"But you are nothing but a rookie magician!" The dramatic poet couldn't hold back any longer: "You are a bunch of quasi-gods who just defeated the six-winged angels and are about to enter heaven. How dare you pretend to be young?"

"Just tell me, haven't Sword Princess and I only been in the Void Realm for more than a year?" Ash argued, "Shouldn't you help us as much as possible?"

"What about her!" The dramatic poet pointed at Vichy: "The Ghost Prophet is not a newbie!"

"What ghost prophet? I don't know her. This is my maid." Ash took Vichy's hand. "She was born in the Faraway Space last year. She is not even one year old yet. She is the most ignorant in our team. You should give us humanitarian subsidies for taking care of underage elves!"

The dramatic poet spit out: "I really want to dig out the people that the Ghost Prophet has killed from hell and let them listen to your bullshit. It will definitely make them angry to death!"

"Anyway, you have to give us some help," Ash looked at him and said sincerely, "If you still care about the Source Angel and the world she loves... then try to help us."