I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

Jesse informed Wright about the discovery of the domino and the eyeball, also explaining the defensive strength of the town hall and the weak consensus reached with the New Church.

"My people have already set up shadow traps on the third floor. A hero squad and three mech squads are in position outside, and a time mage from the family has also been invited..."

"The Church agreed that if a shadow demon is found, they will use holy light to purify it."

"But they might use sacrificing townspeople to construct the purification ritual."

"Without counting the power of each family, suppressing a shadow demon is easy. With you here, I think we could even directly challenge the three sons of the demon..."

Jesse was talking about Reed Cote, Nollemur, and Spader.

"The difficulty lies in not being able to find it," Jesse said, as the second poet took the stage.

It was the burly man with the accordion.

Indeed, as Wright had guessed, the clown troupe of bards was preparing to tell a similar story, but with different focuses, each attracting their own audience.

"You are the revealer of light, finding a shadow shouldn't be a problem, right?" Jesse had been waiting for a long time. Although the bards' performances were quite rich, he was still uneasy about not catching the shadow demon.

"Indeed, I can wander around the town hall. If the shadow demon is not hiding in someone's body, but is lurking in the shadows, I will definitely find it." As the spokesperson of light, Wright is naturally sensitive to shadows.

Jesse and Yingying had no way to resist "attention" and became the audience.

This was a card composed of strings. Under the card, a worm curled up and slept in a sphere, and the surrounding lines formed countless globes, staring at the worm.

Looking at the time, it was already 10:27. Around the end of that poem, the shadow demon in the prophecy was about to appear.

The bone city depicted by sand crashed into the fortress, with the Sand River and eight-winged angels rushing towards the breached city wall in the background.

"That's why we have to listen to it now. The later it gets, the less likely it is to be interfered with by the demon." Wright clenched his fist, "At most, Gamma is still human now, which is beneficial to you, but dragging it on will be bad."

Not only the audience outside the town hall, but even the townspeople inside the town hall suddenly saw Gamma under the stage, and the sand rising from the bathtub.

"He suspects you that much?" Li Yue raised an eyebrow upon hearing Vanna's name, "Could it be... he's slept with you too?"

"Yes, that's how it works. This conference is the bard's advancement ceremony. I must sing it out under your gaze, and then spread it throughout the continent, to become a true epic." Wright shook his head slightly, "Only now, letting me sing it out, is most beneficial to you."

"The epic influences the audience's perception of 'this war'. At the moment when the continent is filled with information sources, the audience's perception will change reality." This was the reason Wright valued this conference.

We also each named "this war", which made Wright shake his head repeatedly—after all, the Revealer of Light had almost witnessed the entire war, only having doubts about the final outcome. What the following seven poets sang were all under Wright's focus.

Li Yue slightly believed that the clown troupe knew who the royal family had sent, otherwise they wouldn't be so targeted.

As a result, even the second half of Gamma's performance did not arouse our interest—during the intermission, the mimic had not been cleaned up by Will and the guards, so Gamma could only rely on himself at this time.

"Understanding heretics?"

"Haha, even a small demon guide has needs." Wright smiled, "And... I need to understand Liu Curse."

There was movement again outside the King's box.

"The light of failure is brewing in the box, but it has long been shrouded in the haze of deception..."

"That is the moment when mankind is closest to something, and also the moment closest to victory..."

The entire bard conference is a ritual.

"But... that will definitely interrupt this conference..." Wright's focus was very peculiar, "That will be the time when we are closest to the truth. The war is about to end. Waiting for the next conference will take a long time."

"You mean... the epic will change?"

"Rush in, smash it and run..." Yingying's mind was full of this, calculating a path to the royal box between the flowing dark element traps.

Next, the remaining seven bards took the stage one after another. Some accused the Sand Kingdom's sandstorms of causing food shortages, some accused the Church of being absent, and some showed the heroic battles of several major nobles, each with their own perspectives.

"Influence reality?"

"Besides, didn't Vanna say 11 o'clock? What's your hurry?" Wright still remembered Vanna's prophecy and strongly suspected that it would come true.

Since Wright suspected that the shadow demon would appear at 11 o'clock, Ji Qiu didn't struggle anymore and focused on watching the poets' performances.

"Heh, then let's see if Vanna's prophecy is wrong." Li Yue didn't need that kind of preaching.

"This was originally a ritual belonging to the entire continent. We must wait for it to happen." Wright looked at Li Yue, "Otherwise, we have no way to know the truth, or change the truth."

"I thought you wouldn't be so shallow." Wright shrugged, "Generally speaking, after the God of Faith fell, every hero is a heretic."

After chatting for a while, the burly man's work had also entered the second half.

The burly man's ending was still Prince Noel's death, but the process was slightly more tortuous, expressing that the Creation Department did not receive enough resource support due to the constraints of the Church and the High Tower, which led to ultimately losing the war.

When Gamma sang these two sentences, Jesse and Yingying's attention could not help but be attracted by the poem—Ji Qiu opened his eyes, and Yingying also formed a shadow eye, staring at Gamma's performance.

But at that moment, Gamma's harp shattered, and the strings wrapped into the shape of a worm, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Finally, Gamma took the stage.

"Yes, epics change with the author's performance, and true epics also affect reality." Wright's words shocked Li Yue.

Li Yue didn't speak, still immersed in Wright's words just now.

"Ah? Don't you know that Gamma will be the final winner? What are you waiting for, just grab him, pry open his mouth, I suspect he would be happy to share the epic with the little demon guide..." Li Yue persuaded.

Similarly, in every version of the story, Yihe is the biggest culprit for the victory of "this war".

Sure enough, as Wright guessed, the burly man was standing on the side of the Creation Department, fully praising the Creation Department's mech squads and the modified Holy Path Army.

"Remember, don't look, our chance has come..." Jesse in the washroom put away all the eyeballs at that moment, so as not to be disturbed by Gamma's magic.

Wright thought of this blazing cold light that could possibly cover the sky.

"What if Gamma's epic is detrimental to us..."

It's just that at this time, most of the audience's minds were already filled with the stories of the previous seven poets. Their minds were simple, each thinking about which epic would be most beneficial to them to spread.

At the same time, in the town hall, a pretty face appeared in the flames of the torches; a snail was crawling on the back armor of the knight standing guard, dragging a slender shadow.

"The Pale River and the eight-winged angels drag blood, rushing towards the entrance of the magic city..." Gamma was finally about to reveal a new chapter.

And what Gamma focused on was a small mechanical box in the arms of the eight-winged angel.