"Perhaps, I should give it a try."
Chrollo suddenly looked up, meeting Moge's gaze:
"If this can truly be achieved."
"Don't worry."
Moge smiled again. "In the not-too-distant future, you won't regret this choice."
Clap.
Chrollo's hand clasped with Moge's.
The scene seemed to freeze.
The setting sun, slowly descending, cast its afterglow upon the two of them.
It refracted a dazzling sheen, as if witnessing this very moment.
This scene of the two talking and shaking hands also fell into the eyes of everyone present.
And it would be etched deep into their hearts, making it unforgettable.
"Although I don't know what exactly happened..."
Sarasa, who was wise beyond her years, looked at the scene and spoke softly, "But as for the outcome..."
A smile slowly bloomed on her face:
"It seems quite good, actually!"
Pulling Chrollo into his camp wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision; it had clearly been considered beforehand.
The most outstanding figure in Meteor City, even in the known trajectory of events, was still Chrollo.
His future had already proven his excellence and talent.
Father Litzol's discernment and high regard for him were indeed well-founded.
Since he had the chance to meet a young, undeveloped Chrollo early on,
then naturally, the goal was to bring him over to his side as soon as possible.
Only at this stage before Chrollo had been changed by Sarasa's death, and before his worldview had fully solidified was there a real opportunity to win him over.
To put it simply, although the current Chrollo was very intelligent, he was still young.
He could still be guided through certain means.
Moreover, this wasn't just about bringing Chrollo alone.
There were also Franklin, Pakunoda, Shalnark, Sheila, and Sarasa surrounding him.
They would all follow Chrollo.
This could be said to be bringing in an entire group!
Most of the core members of the future Genei Ryodan were now being drawn together by Moge.
"I want to play the bad guy, the super villain!"
In the afterglow of the setting sun, Uvogin's loud shout rang out, grating on everyone's ears.
After Chrollo joined, Uvogin was also delighted.
He highly approved of Chrollo's performance today.
Originally, he had only begged Moge to save his face, never expecting that they could actually film something.
They even brought Chrollo in!
What was this called?
This was called a strong alliance!
And with Moge's mysterious methods, Uvogin was convinced they would definitely create something great.
In that case, what was there to hesitate about?
Naturally, he had to secure the role he wanted first!
And after Uvogin took the lead, the others also began asking for roles.
"The roles can wait for now; the script hasn't even been finalized yet, so the specific roles naturally haven't been decided."
This part was left to Chrollo to manage:
"But everyone, rest assured if we begin filming, everyone will definitely have a role."
Yes, there would definitely be roles.
It just depended on whether they would be satisfied with them.
For a moment, several people exchanged glances, and a faint sense of rivalry began to form.
As night gradually fell, for safety reasons, everyone returned to their respective homes.
However, they all agreed to meet at Nobunaga's place the next day.
"You should know where we live, right?"
"I know that place, but Nobunaga's house can't be that big, can it? If we meet there, will there be enough space? Also, you said you all live there? Can it really accommodate everyone?"
"Hahahahaha, about that you'll find out when you come tomorrow!"
Uvogin and the others laughed as they left, leaving Franklin and the rest slightly puzzled.
But since they said so, they would understand tomorrow.
Shalnark, Franklin, and Sarasa also said their goodbyes.
Among them, Sarasa was the most excited; she was eager to see what tomorrow would bring.
She had a feeling that starting from tomorrow, their lives might undergo a completely new change.
"Chrollo, are you really planning to cooperate with him?"
On the way back, Pakunoda voiced her concern.
"Yes. I also want to create works that belong to Meteor City itself."
Chrollo's face carried a faint smile. "And I'm also looking forward to what kind of result will come from working with him."
"I believe..."
Chrollo seemed to recall something, and his eyes lit up again:
"It will definitely be very interesting."
Early the next morning, Chrollo and the others arrived at Nobunaga's residence right on time if not a bit early.
After Nobunaga yawned and let them in
"Where are they? Didn't they say to meet here?"
Shalnark stretched his neck to look inside, only to see Nobunaga alone.
"They all live upstairs."
Nobunaga pointed toward the nearby staircase.
"Upstairs?!"
Shalnark was startled. After noticing the staircase, he seemed to realize something and immediately stepped back outside.
It was clearly still just a single-story house, with no upper floor at all.
"No upper floor... but there's a staircase..."
Even Shalnark looked momentarily confused.
Especially when he saw Phinks and Feitan coming down the stairs, his confusion deepened.
"Yo, you guys came early."
Phinks raised a hand in greeting, while Feitan remained as indifferent as ever.
"There really is an upstairs?!"
Shalnark stared, dumbfounded.
His mouth hung open slightly, his missing tooth making him look even more comical.
"How is this even possible?!"
He rubbed his eyes, unwilling to believe it, and stepped outside to check again.
From the outside, it was still a single-story structure.
But inside...
"You're here."
Machi descended calmly, while Uvogin's loud voice echoed from above:
"You're all quite punctual! What, are you all eager to be crushed by me Uvogin, the ultimate villain?!"
Everyone instinctively ignored him and turned to look at Moge, who was the last to come down.
"Everyone's here."
Moge greeted them politely. "Have you all eaten breakfast?"
Breakfast... such an unfamiliar concept.
In Meteor City, being able to fill one's stomach was already fortunate; who had the luxury to think about breakfast or lunch?
Meals were irregular, whenever food could be found.
But strangely enough, after entering this house...
they could indeed smell a faint, enticing fragrance.