Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

"What? You're saying I'm not good at lame jokes?"

Qi Zhimu seemed to have his rebellious streak aroused, and he became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke.

"Why is the Star God of Hunting called Lan? Because He is blue, and Lan and blue are homophones, huh? Why aren't you laughing? Isn't it funny? Then I'll tell you another one."

"The God of Pleasure never provides alcoholic beverages to the God of Pioneers. Do you know why? Because the God of Pioneers is a non-drunkard. The word for 'drunkard' is a homophone for 'name,' so the drinks given to Akivili cannot contain alcohol."

"Still not laughing? Pretty good at managing your emotions. Looks like I'll have to pull out my trump card!"

Seeing that Heita still didn't react in any special way, Qi Zhimu leaned closer to her ear again.

"Do you know which of the Five Elements is the fastest? Answer me first."

Black Tower: "...Water?"

"Wrong!" Qi Zhimu smiled smugly: "It's fire, because the sausage (ham is long)."

"..." Black Tower sighed silently and closed his eyes.

"Hehe, you want to challenge my repertoire of lame jokes, kid? Well, you've got a problem. There's bound to be one that will make you laugh!"

Why can't dogs sunbathe? Because they'll turn into hot dogs.

"In the story of your Azure Star, there was a weapons forge. One day, the hammer said, 'I am a blacksmith,' and the sword said, 'I am made of iron.' Guess what the blacksmith said?"

"I used a hammer to strike the sword, didn't I?" Black Tower replied casually.

"Wrong!" the blacksmith exclaimed in astonishment. "The hammer and sword actually spoke!"

"..." Black Tower felt like he was having a heart attack, and his breathing was becoming labored.

However, this is actually a good thing.

The magician's chatter was ten or even a hundred times more pleasant than the malicious sounds around him.

No, it's too low.

It's a thousand times, ten thousand times.

"Black Tower! How dare you still live in this world! The Azure Star has become like this entirely because of your great-grandfather!"

"Go die... hurry up and join those who have died..."

"Want to save Azure Star? Hahaha, fine, wait until you reach the end and find it's a dead end of despair, then you'll know it's all in vain!"

"A child prodigy who became famous before the age of 10? That's laughable. She was just born into a good family and inherited the limited knowledge her parents had. What's so special about that?"

"You think 'I'm' saving you? I'm just giving you hope first, and then ruthlessly shattering it at the end..."

Originally, Qi Zhimu was too lazy to pay attention to the malicious words around him.

But when I heard the copy of myself next to me dare to call himself me and say something like "give hope first and then crush it," isn't that slander?

I was furious.

"Get lost! I mean what I say!"

Those who speak ill of them are not copies of themselves, but rather are copies of each other.

"Bullshit! I said I would eat her, and I won't allow you devils to talk her to death."

"Flat-chested? If you're sick, go get treatment. Don't fantasize about an underdeveloped brat. It's disgusting."

"Huh? You're saying she's ugly? She's so young, beautiful, and cute, tell me where she's ugly?"

"Stop talking nonsense, or I'll make you fly!"

"That damn thing over there, it's ridiculous to curse someone and say they'll never get married. If I were willing to let that brat live for a few more years, the number of people chasing after her would probably be enough to circle a hundred maze zones."

The Black Tower listened to the magician's uncivilized curses.

His voice, though mixed with countless harsh words, grew clearer and clearer.

"That thing is a thing, what kind of outrageous thing is it that dares to question my taste on the street?"

"If the little devil in my arms were ugly, he wouldn't even qualify as a reserve food. I would have burned him to ashes or frozen him as a negative specimen long ago."

"Listen up, your mom *spewed profanities on Azure Star*, oh wait, I forgot you're all motherless monsters."

Finally hearing the rude insults, Black Tower couldn't help but complain.

"...I didn't expect you to be a foul-mouthed magician. Your creator is really...I don't know what to say."

"It's bad to swear, but sometimes you have to yell at people who are really awful."

Qi Zhimu didn't take it seriously; instead, he proudly curled the corners of his mouth.

"If I don't scold them today, I'll feel terrible about it later, and I'll even wake up in a panic when I try to sleep. Wouldn't that be torturing myself?"

"Aside from the fact that the character's strength is not particularly strong, I quite admire the person who created me. Regardless of whether it's a bad movie or not, at least the character is fresh."

Black Tower: "What do you mean by 'fresh'? The cannibalistic magician you just casually throw out profanities?"

"No, no, no."

Qi Zhimu tightly hugged Heita's legs up to her hips with his right arm, and waved his right index finger in front of her eyes.

"Most magicians in works, whether good or bad, consider themselves noble and pay attention to superficial etiquette. Over time, they become all the same and boring."

"Who says magicians can't be trolls and argue with people? Besides, I'm not even trolling people, I'm trolling your ghostly thing."

Black Tower stared silently at his face.

He said so much probably to distract her, not wanting her to be upset by those hurtful words.

Hmm... her face is surprisingly good-looking.

Putting aside the character design, the model of a cannibalistic magician seems a bit illogical.

As the saying goes, one's appearance reflects one's heart; a certain kind of character should be reflected in a certain kind of demeanor.

But his identity is questionable... if it weren't for his wizard hat and long robe, which give him such a strong wizard vibe.

"Mr. Magician..."

"What's wrong?"

"What type of works do you come from? Can you tell me?"

"Hey, it's just—"

Qi Zhimu suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

Holding the black tower, he walked forward, rubbing his chin with two fingers, lost in thought.

"Strange, I can't remember. Oh well, it doesn't matter what work it came from. Just remember that I'm your creditor, so you can call me Mr. Creditor."

"Okay, Mr. Creditor."

"Anything else you want to ask? Hurry up, while I'm in a good mood."

Qi Zhimu reached out and pinched her little face.

"It feels so good, it seems the taste is guaranteed too. Ah~~ I really want to send you back to Azure Star as soon as possible..."

Black Tower neither dodged nor pried his hands off.

She knew he wasn't necessarily in a good mood all the time; he was just willing to go along with it because he didn't want her attention to be drawn away by the increasingly offensive insults coming from the surrounding crowd.

"Those ghosts who copy my appearance hurl nasty insults at you too, aren't you angry?"

"...It sounds bad?"

Qi Zhimu looked around at those clones who, despite their black tower appearance, could do nothing but point and open their mouths, their tone full of mockery.

"It's far from it. Cursing sounds like whining. If it were my persona, I'd probably enjoy it a little."

"Speaking of which, is the level of insults these bastards use unrelated to my own?"

Black Tower thought for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Possibly."

"Hey, so if that's the case, then their insults against you are the same as my insults against you? That's a bit annoying."

As the two drifted further apart, the number of Black Tower clones specifically designed to target Qi Zhimu dwindled.

In the end, only the Black Tower itself remained.

"What do you mean? You know cursing me won't work, so you're just a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong, huh? If you've got the guts, come at me! What kind of skill is it to target a little brat? *Azure Star profanity*!"