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Just as Xiu En was about to continue his outrageous pronouncements on the taste of chaotic energy...

The invisible wall in front of me suddenly flickered with static, as if the signal was bad.

The repulsive force field that had originally enveloped the entire town so tightly began to slide away to the sides on its own.

An entrance, just wide enough for one person to pass through, was revealed.

Through this gap, the bright, colorful world that was once bathed in sunlight instantly faded.

The town of Xijing in the film presents a depressing 50s sitcom style.

The three tones of black, white and gray, the extremely exaggerated retro architectural lines, and the quiet streets that seem to be frozen in some false point in time.

An old woman's voice, with a slightly affected and pretentious tone, echoed through the surrounding air like a narrator.

"Oh, dear stranger. Westview Town always welcomes guests who appreciate inner beauty. But since you're here now, why not come in for a cup of hot tea, and tell me where you bought those dazzling cosmetics?"

Agatha Harkness is hiding in the shadows.

As a dark witch who has lived for hundreds of years, she has always accepted any high-purity energy that comes her way.

Even though the aura emanating from this luminous being instinctively reminded her of a blazing sun capable of burning through the soul, greed still prevailed.

She was confident that in this hexagonal realm where she controlled the rules, every god had to act according to the script.

Xiu En looked at the black and white world where even color had been removed, and seemed somewhat excited.

"Black and white silent film style? Looks like this hostess is quite nostalgic. Little Flower, spread out your leaves, we're going to be on camera. Remember, since they're treating us, we have to act like guests. Even if the food is a bit spoiled, we have to take a bite before flipping the table."

He strode forward, crossing the boundary between reality and illusion without hesitation.

As his body completely disappeared into the void, the spatial rift behind him closed rapidly like a zipper.

The faint starlight that was originally flowing on the trench coat rubbed violently against the surrounding laws the moment it came into contact with this black and white area.

That was the clash between Xiu's own full-color high-definition image quality and the black-and-white filter imposed by this world.

Xiu En looked down at his gray hand, then at the black sunflower on his shoulder, and a blatant smile spread across his face.

"That's interesting. Did they turn off all the colors to save electricity? Or are they starting to add flavor to my dish?"

Xiu En stood in the middle of the street in Xijing Town. His trench coat, which should have been gleaming with gold, now looked as if it had been splashed with a layer of cheap ink, presenting a lifeless gray-black color.

He raised his hand, looking at his bloodless skin with some disdain, and then glanced at the grayish-white sunflower on his shoulder that looked withered.

Everything around us maintained a low frame rate and high noise.

The milkman passed by with a stiff smile.

The lawn was trimmed like a plastic mold.

Even the background noise drifting in the air carried the echo of a radio.

"Little Flower, do you know what this looks like?"

Xiu En reached into his pocket, groping for the cookies, but pulled out a dark, charcoal-like object.

Even the most delicious foods from different dimensions have to bow to Agatha Christie's style under her rules.

The sunflowers drooped their gray petals, making a dejected rustling sound.

"It's like cardboard rotting in the ground for three months without decomposing. This wavelength of light is an insult to photosynthesis. I need chlorophyll! I need the full spectrum!"

"That's right. The customer is king. If I don't like the style of your decor, then I'll have to bring my own renovation team."

Seeing that Ivy didn't seem to like it and wasn't planning to play anymore, Xiu En straightened up.

The golden crow divinity dormant within him was not suppressed by Agatha's magic, but simply because it had not received the command to be released.

With a sudden, violent thud of his heart.

A wisp of golden fire ignited his pupils.

What Xiu did was very simple.

He transformed himself into a fully powered, cosmic-level projector.

The trench coat fluttered, and the deep space inside, seemingly containing countless stars, boiled over at that moment.

Centered on Xiu En, a golden ripple swept out and stopped within a radius of five meters.

"Light it up!"

In an instant, the black-and-white filter that enveloped Xiu En was torn apart and dissolved.

Highly saturated colors violently return in this small space.

Shuen's skin regained its divine radiance.

The starlight flowing on the trench coat became dazzling and profound again.

The sunflower on his shoulder swelled up instantly due to the energy infusion, and its golden flower head began to spin.

The cookie he was holding instantly transformed from a burnt charcoal into a golden, gleaming treat.

In this desolate and gloomy old-fashioned setting, this five-meter-diameter area of ​​absolute color appears extremely jarring.

It not only has color, but also carries a high temperature that is enough to cause the surrounding black and white textures to curl.

With each step Xiu En took, the black and white asphalt beneath his feet would begin to melt from the intense heat, leaving a trail of footprints steaming with colorful vapor.

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Agatha, who was controlling countless floating screens, stood up.

The screen of the vintage television set in front of her, which was specifically used to monitor unknown intruders, was now twitching wildly.

The human-shaped light spot in the center of the image is blatantly disrupting the carefully maintained color balance.

"This...this...this is impossible..."

Agatha even dug her fingers into the armrests of the chair.

"No one can rewrite reality here by brute force! Who gave them that palette?!"

As a housewife NPC pushing a stroller passed the edge of the colorful barrier, half of her face was illuminated by the golden light emanating from Xiu En. Instantly, half of her face regained its rosy human skin color, while the other half remained stiff and deathly white. She stood there twitching as if she had been bugged.

Xiu En felt no remorse whatsoever; instead, he enthusiastically waved the half-eaten cookie in his hand at the woman with the disfigured face.

"Excuse me, ma'am, could you spare a moment? Also, what room does your hostess live in? I have a very thoughtful gift for her."

The NPC did not react.

Xiu En didn't want to wander around like a headless fly anymore.

Xiu En began to gather his strength.

light.

A domineering, intense golden light carrying high temperatures.

Centered on Xiu En, it once again erupted irresistibly outwards.

This time, Xiu En clearly wasn't going to give this so-called retro film set any face.

"Since it's a sitcom, the lighting technician needs to step up. If he's slacking off, I'll personally fix the lighting and get rid of this musty smell."

It was like countless searchlights turning on at full power.

The houses and neatly trimmed shrubs that could barely maintain their black-and-white style outside the colorful halo were now subjected to a dimensional reduction attack.

The gray sky was burned into a dazzling azure.

It has that glaringly bright tone, like the kind of color you get when you turn up the contrast on an old monitor.

The black and white plastic trees revealed their rough, magical skeletons under the high temperature.

The stiff NPC neighbors, illuminated by the divine light, hadn't even had time to show their surprise before they were repeating the GG words from the NPC era in a halting manner.

The entire town of Xijing was transformed from a refined 50s black-and-white silent film into a high-exposure disaster scene with severe light pollution.

"Found your socket, you old hag."

The sunflower on Xiu En's shoulder let out a cold laugh.

After the light spread, Ivy's perception of nature returned.

With a thought from Ivy, countless thick roots, gleaming with a faint golden light, tore apart the asphalt road.

They plunged headlong into the deeper parts of this independent dimension.

"Pfft? Crackling sound!"

The natural life force attacks the hybrid magic.

Deep underground, the magical veins that were weaving a web of lies were ruthlessly severed and altered by wildly growing roots.

Ivy unplugged the network cable and plugged it into her server, which she called Photosynthesis.

"Where is the magic structure? Let me see."

"Found it!"

The sunflower's head suddenly turned in a certain direction of the town, its two leaves locking onto its target.

"Three levels underground, a high-concentration source of putrefactive energy. If you want to eat the biggest piece of fat, it's down there."

"Zzzzz, that's enough! CUT! CUT!!!"

A piercing electric roar suddenly filled the air.

The voice that had been hiding behind the scenes, trying to control everything with the script, finally tore through its disguise.

The loudspeakers on the street blared, spewing out plumes of purplish-black magical smoke.

The entire world began to shake violently, as if a damaged videotape was being sped up at breakneck speed.

"You rude third wheel! You ruined my masterpiece! You ruined the season one finale!"

Agatha's voice came from all directions, filled with exasperation and an undisguised fear.

Her dark magic field was like a paper window in front of this monster who could eat sunlight.

"Oh? I'm so sorry."

Xiu En didn't seem to care at all about being singled out for criticism.

"But I haven't received my payment yet. Since the first season ended badly, how about we skip this boring setup and get straight to the point? Like a cooking show?"

Just as Xiu En was about to expose the director, the world around him suddenly began to distort.

The black and white ruins receded like liquid, revealing even more vibrant and tacky bright reds and greens.

That was a unique aesthetic style of the 70s.

That was a unique aesthetic style of the 70s.

In desperation, Agatha initiates a forced transition, attempting to restart the game on the verge of collapse with new rules and a new era setting.

She removed this uncontrollable variable.

Unfortunately, this time her opponent not only had a cheat code, but also a set of divine gear that never got dusty.

Xiu En simply adjusted the collar of his trench coat, and the golden light, powerful enough to assimilate dimensions, held him in place like an anchor.

Regardless of how the surrounding time and space change.

That small area has always maintained its own identity.

"Changing the channel doesn't work, ma'am."

Xiu En revealed a benevolent smile, his gaze piercing through layers of fake colored pixels, fixing on the purple figure attempting to shift its position.

"The book I want isn't in the script."