Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

Lu Ze took Xing's phone; the screen already showed the web interface of LiLi Communications.

He imported the edited post directly from Fool's Mask onto his phone, his fingers flying across the screen.

Adjusting the title font size, cropping video keyframes, and embedding subtitles with timelines accurate to the frame—the speed was so fast it felt like a machine was operating it for him.

Xing, watching from the side, couldn't help but ask, "You used to work in new media?"

"no."

Lu Ze didn't even look up; his thumb was still swiping across the screen.

"But that doesn't stop me from being a clickbaiter." He then looked up and gave a meaningful smile.

A short video was edited a dozen minutes later.

The scene begins with a close-up of Percy's diary—a crooked little dog is drawn on the yellowed pages, next to which is childish handwriting: Rocket, my family.

Then the subtitles slowly appeared.

Fifteen years ago, a girl was sent to a variety show.

The scene flashes to a clip from the film set:

The director roared behind the camera, the producer handed over a surgical consent form with a forced smile, and Perkui sat in the dressing room facing the mirror. Her eyes gradually became empty from their initial brightness, and finally turned into the same blankness as now.

End credits:

"She was never happy. She was deprived of the right to feel happiness."

Lu Ze clicked to publish.

The display screen on the mask's right eye flashed suddenly, and purple light spilled out from the cracked texture.

An invisible wave emanated from him, spreading outwards like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples.

The wave passed through the Pigeon River district, crossed the boundary between the multi-story shops and the flat murals on the street, and covered the entire Nissou Land.

Soon, all the citizens who saw the video stopped what they were doing at the same time.

As they stared at the screen, an unfamiliar memory surfaced in their minds.

It wasn't something they experienced firsthand, yet it felt incredibly real.

It felt as if it had been buried in my mind for a long time, only to be awakened at this moment.

They recalled the show called "Please Be Happy!" and the girl named Po Kui.

They even recalled that she wasn't healed at all, but rather destroyed step by step.

At this moment, the collective understanding began to loosen.

Lu Ze leaned against the crooked lamppost and took a long breath.

Fine beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, running down his brow bone, and his cheeks beneath the mask were slightly flushed.

The chill from activating the skill hadn't completely dissipated, but my fingertips and shoulders were aching slightly.

"This is the first time I've used this ability, and I didn't expect it to be so difficult."

Xing took out a pack of tissues from her pocket, pulled out one, and carefully wiped away the fine sweat that dripped down Lu Ze's face.

Her movements were very light, completely unlike her usual style.

She glanced at the data panel on her phone screen as she wiped it.

"The number of views is increasing." Xing's tone was excited.

"Hmm... but that's not enough."

Lu Ze calmed his breathing and looked at the continuously rising play count curve on his phone screen.

"More acceptance is needed to reach the tipping point of changing reality."

The numbers are jumping around quickly, but there's still a long way to go before the point where lies become reality.

Rocket remained crouched in front of the television, shielding the screen with his body.

It seemed to sense something, and slowly turned its head, looking at Lu Ze with its translucent eyes.

"You waited for her your whole life," Lu Ze whispered to Rocket.

"Now, I'll write a happy ending for you both!"