Forty-Nine Doomsday Symposium on the Fifteenth Doomsday Rule

Symposium on the Fifteenth Doomsday Rule

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Little Grass (rushing in): I'm here, I'm here! The fifteenth symposium officially begins!

Yelanka: "This rule is set on my ho turf, but I don't seem to have many appearances."

Little Grass (confidently): "You'll have plenty in the next rule!"

Yelanka (eyes lighting up): "Excellent!"

Nano Swarm: "*********"

Zhang Minglu: "Alien bro, are you for real? Even at the symposium you speak in alien tongue?"

Han Qiu: "If you can't understand it, you don't need it. Universal formula."

Louis: "I agree."

Your Holiness: "Is that a corpse talking?"

Louis (furious): "You Fire Thief Worship Cult dog! I'll fight you to the death!"

Prophet (serenely): "No fighting. If you all beco one of us, there will be no conflict."

Your Holiness & Louis (in unison): "I refuse!"

Little Grass: "Please settle any personal grudges in the main text, not during the symposium. Thank you!"

Black Star (timidly raising hand): "Excuse , will I have any more chances to appear later?"

White Star: "Definitely. Our nas alone sound like we're destined to be major players. The Black and White Duo."

Sigaochin (clearing throat): "Ahem! Let's get to the main topic. This new rule seems to have dug a whole bunch of new plot holes."

Sigaochin (counting on fingers): "Things like Suroma's 'Angel,' the parasitized form's 'Prophet,' the Fire Thief Worship Cult's 'Your Holiness and Four Bishops,' the digital life project, the unknown energy substance, the return of the Mind Network, even the Terra astronauts have a plotline... Not to ntion the ultimate ga-hole: What exactly did the Nano Swarm say? Why did a portion of its body fuse with a page of the Wordless Book?"

Uenoshi (with a completely indifferent expression): "And then there's , just making a cao."

Adam (facepalming): "If you're just a cao, then I must be an irrelevant passerby."

Bai Xuewu: "Irrelevant passerby tis two."

Lu Cheng: "Irrelevant passerby tis three."

Guan Tong (looking up at the sky with a long sigh): "They're all deep pits. When will we ever climb out of them?"

Black Star: "You're blessed! Others wish they had the chance to climb!"

Little Grass (sweating): "Well... although that's true... all these pits are related to the main plot and will be filled in later!"

White Star: "Then you're even more blessed. Once they're filled, the protagonist won't have to do anything. Just lie down and beco a winner in life!"

Guan Tong: "..."

Sigaochin: "Four words to summarize this symposium: Waiting for the fill."

Little Grass: "Summary accepted. eting adjourned!"