"Let me explain a little bit to you."

Another unfamiliar voice came from behind him, and when he turned around to look, it was a mask with an angry expression.

The gaze of the angry mask's owner did not linger on him for long but rather looked at Charman with a meaningful glance, "Here, whatever you plan to do is absolutely impossible."

Facts harmful to the Golden Kingdom will be rewritten.

Any act of defying the will of the King of Gold is impossible to achieve.

And this was his reminder to Charman.

Charman remained unmoved, he gave a pitying glance to the assailant groveling before him, a sight he had seen countless times, and his heart no longer stirred.

"You have nothing special, and no one will remember your name."

Charman said, "You will soon become just like them, no longer feeling sadness or anger in your heart... as long as you don't have hope, you won't be disappointed."

The assailant did not speak, kneeling motionless on the ground.

His body defied his thoughts, which is a process every resident of the Golden Kingdom must go through.

Meanwhile, the rebels opened up to the King of Gold, confessing everything they knew in repentance.

This is the final step of purification, saving him a lot of trouble for his future work.

Duke Stan, and the sound of the rattlesnake...

"I know someone named Diablo, characterized by moldy pink hair, likes wearing black mesh tops, he was originally a head of a certain mafia, people in the know call him 'Boss', his magic is called 'Crimson King', it can slice time, making time accelerate!"

Soon, someone else reported the names of the rebels they knew, "There's another one named Dio, with golden hair, essentially a vampire, his magic can stop time for up to 9 seconds!"

?

Vampire?

The more Charman listened, the more he felt something was amiss, he glanced around and quickly sensed something unusual.

Who's confessing, actually?

The drawbacks of the golden mask were fully revealed at this moment, unobstructed communication made it impossible for him to determine who exactly was transmitting messages through the golden mask.

"Who's speaking?"

What responded to him was prolonged silence.

Just as Charman was wondering, new information appeared.

"Who understands, family members!"

............

"What are you actually doing?"

Vivian's eyelids twitched violently a few times as she watched Ethan pinch a golden mask he somehow found. For some reason, the sound seemed to evoke the most primitive human anger, making her want to hit someone as soon as she heard it.

"I studied the principles of the golden mask carefully."

Ethan argued, "Theoretically speaking, its function is equivalent to a large online chat software."

"What is large online chat software?"

"It's quite easy to understand, as long as I post a message inside, others can immediately see the content I've published."

Just earlier, his realization succeeded, Mr. Charman received his report.

He anonymously reported Diablo and Dio as part of the rebel army.

"And I found out there seem to be some loopholes in this large chat room."

"Loopholes?"

"Others can't block me."

A smile appeared on Ethan's face.

To Vivian, this was the most evil smile in the world, more evil than any Evil God by countless times.

She vaguely anticipated that Ethan was brewing a terrible plan, one with a threat level reaching "anti-human" proportions.

"If..."

Ethan coaxed, "I mean, if I keep spreading history in this large chat room, what would happen?"