On a slightly messy desk, a laptop had been pushed aside, revealing its owner's casual attitude after use. Qi Yuan sat at the desk, his hair disheveled and his face haggard.
He ran his fingers through his hair again and picked up a pen to write on paper.
[To balance the forces of both sides, add a Monster-Taming Elder.]
[Information revealed:
Operator faction: five members, stance
Stolen Operator faction: High Priest, Masked Man, Monster-Taming Elder, stance]
At this point, his right hand paused, his expression changing from calm to irritated. He threw the pen onto the desk, clasped his head in both hands, leaned back in his chair, and let out a heavy sigh.
Whoever invented information blockades deserves to be hanged.
Having to maintain the mysterious organization's image while getting more people involved, allowing information to potentially leak out, and setting up reasonable confrontation points to reveal the setup...
Damn it!
Having to do this... and that...!
His mind was numb.
Conflicts between monsters and seedlings, both sides needed protection.
Using the fact that official channels couldn't contact the mysterious organization to escalate events, forcing them to leak information so the public could access it.
Just when the goal was achieved, getting two fearless individuals to infiltrate and film, the various national authorities immediately blocked the most crucial information.
Qi Yuan wanted to howl at the sky.
Without unlocking this information, the next time they reveal the setup, the public would be completely confused. But here's the problem: repeating similar conversations each time wouldn't work – the higher-ups weren't complete idiots, they just lacked sufficient information to decode everything.
He had planned to cooperate with the government after this, using the pretext that the Operators would soon regain power and that the Masked Man's counterattack was helping monsters upgrade to allow Stolen Operators to absorb more energy, requesting assistance from various countries and naturally explaining the whole story to cooperation partners.
Now, stuck at the publicity stage, he had to replan everything.
Qi Yuan slumped in his chair, his soul practically floating out of his mouth.
Exhausted, just end it all!
In reality, when both sides fight, there's no chance for dialogue. Heaven knows how much his hairline had receded trying to create space for both sides to confront each other.
Not to mention, finding suitable monsters like the Gumantong wasn't easy – it came with its own following, reached peak SS-level strength, and its contamination caused minimal harm to human bodies.
Just thinking about his clone waiting outside for retrieval gave him a headache.
With dozens of clones, he could only recover them gradually, which explained his poor complexion.
Qi Yuan roughly stuffed the notebook into his spatial storage and pulled the computer back in front of him, browsing various platforms.
After a day of fermentation, there were fewer reposters on the platform, leaving mostly discussion threads.
He clicked on the most recently posted thread.
[Analysis of the Duoheluo Country incident...]
[Posting images in first comment to prevent deletion, let me edit the details]
Unfortunately, this floor wasn't deleted. GHS truly remained humanity's eternal instinct, as the replies below became inappropriate.
Some teased the original poster about the details, others posted sweating emoji, and some replied with strange content – the comments multiplied rapidly.
[Public IP is meant for everyone to be careful with their words, not to compete which province has more perverts!]
[What, it's not?]
[Sui Province netizens losing major points!]
Before the thread was locked, the original poster finally returned and brought the topic back on track.
[First, we need to understand the timeline. Look at the image I posted, created by XX expert, which I borrowed with permission.]
The image clearly noted various time points, though the public's perspective started from when they became aware of the situation up until Bernice's video conclusion.
[First question: Why is the Masked Man so obsessed with helping monsters? He appeared twice – first when the elder and others were dealing with monsters, and second when the Masked Men helped monsters advance. I suspect there's some connection between the monsters and them.]
Qi Yuan's eyes lit up as he used his replacement ability to swap out a blue bottle of cola from the refrigerator and took a comfortable sip.
The masses truly had sharp eyes, able to deduce something even with blocked information.
At least it wasn't all for nothing.
The comments below the original post exploded immediately, with people leaving messages.
[Terrifying when you think about it! An unexpected path]
[I have the same thoughts, just can't figure out the exact connection. Different cults explain monsters differently – some say they come from pollution, others say divine beings cleaning out sinners, and some claim they're aliens whose planet was destroyed]
[Oh wow, waiting in the front row for the experts to battle it out.]
The original poster didn't reply to any comments, clearly having more content to share. Several minutes later, they reappeared.
[Second question: Why did both organizations hide for so many years? And what changed their approach?]
[Seeing everyone's discussion on the first point, I'll add: What use are monsters to the Masked Man? With their strength, they surely aren't coveting the monsters' power.]
While some analyzed with logic and evidence, others waited for experts to conclude, and some jokers always had eye-rolling comments.
[Maybe they're after the monsters' bodies, my destined wife in monster form]
[Although self-aware]
[High Priest, hehe!]
Qi Yuan quickly closed the comments. Everyone has their dreams, but perverts are excluded – even making suggestive comments about Gumantong was beyond the pale.
FBI, OPEN YOUR DOOR!
The original poster raised more questions and concluded:
[In summary: First, both organizations far surpass us in power. Second, they have conflicting interests (best case scenario, the mysterious organization is protecting the world). Third, the monsters' significance to the Masked Man. Fourth, what the agreement refers to. Fifth, where the terrifying existence comes from (divine beings? aliens?). Sixth...
Finally, both organizations speak Dragon Country's language, Dragon Country is the most awesome.]
[From a self-interest perspective, I hope neither side loses. The reason is simple: without competition, we'd move to dividing the spoils, and based on currently revealed power levels, we seem to lack the ability to resist. The dragon-tiger struggle can buy us more development time. (PS: Will delete this in five minutes, don't share or screenshot)]
Though the original poster's questions weren't particularly novel, they were comprehensive. Many users were watching the thread live, and replies came quickly.
The last point was flooded with comments saying, "Give me 50 cents, delete this."
The first summary point generated more normal responses, with people proposing various hypotheses to answer the summarized questions, while others played with memes.
[They all speak Dragon Country's language, fast forward to this being a Dragon Country authorities' conspiracy (doge)]
[Above user waiting for express list]
[Don't exaggerate, these are all spies trained by Bitcoin Buddha Country.]
Looking at the comments before him, Qi Yuan pondered deeply and suddenly had an epiphany.
He didn't necessarily have to stack everything on the collision between the mysterious organization and the Masked Man.
For instance, letting cults and terrorists do the work, creating a false scenario to slip in his agenda, and using third parties to help them resolve their confusion might be an approach.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"