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  Of course, what effect Pucci's post would have was a matter for ter.

  For Pucd his team now, finishing the remaining episodes of "Phantom Blood" was the most important task.

  Everything else had to be put aside.

  After all, the uproar oer over Zeppeli's death happened precisely because everyone loved "Phantom Blood," liked the characters, and couldn't bear to see them die in such a manner.

  Otherwise, if it was just an ordinary character being written off, or someoable like Makoto Ito, everyone would be cheering rather than feeling sad and upset.

  This was why Pucci's few small ats could quell the uproar so easily.

  It wasn't that the audience of this parallel world hadn't entered Pucci's despicable tactid didn't know how to guard against them.

  The core issue was simply that.

  Jolyne Cujoh had previously told them not to worry about the outside noise and to focus on shooting the rest of the plot… Maybe she realized this too, which was why she said it.

  Pucci thought to himself.

  Jolyne Cujoh: I did not! I wasn't thinking that! Don't jump to clusions!!

  But before this...

  "Don't be nervous, Shiroyasha-san."

  Pucci pushed a fully packed, devilishly intimidating Supreme Strawberry Ice Cream Parfait across the table. "Have something to calm your nerves."

  "Nervous? ...Hahaha, what are you talking about, Pucci-san!?"

  Shivering, he picked up the spoon pced beside the parfait and, after much effort, mao get a scoop of ice cream to his mouth, spilling a lot in the process. Shiroyasha, covered i and patting his still trembling thigh, said, "Surely you're not misinterpreting this?"

  Still uo stop his thigh from shakie stantly patting it, Shiroyasha said with a straight face, "As you see, it's a rare kind of rheumatism."

  "?"

  "Whenever I get excited, my Armstrong Cye Jet Armstrong on activates its powerful engine, making my thigh move! In other words…"

  At this point, Shiroyasha spoke with a serious expression, "It's instinct!"

  -- Instinct!? What instinct!?

  Internally, Shiroyasha, not as serious as he looked, was in turmoil.

  -- And what's with the Armstrong Cye Jet Armstrong on!?

  -- Is this rheumatism thing eveed to what I said above!?

  -- And why am I talking about my Armstrong Cye Jet Armstrong on having rheumatism!? Isn't that implying something else!?

  Shiroyasha was in despair, especially since he could overhear faint chuckles from the able.

  -- No! I'm still young, I don't want rumors about me haviile dysfun spreading!!

  "I see..."

  "Yes, that's it."

  Shiroyasha replied coolly but was internally colpsing.

  -- That's it… What the hell is that!?

  -- What oh am I babbling about!?

  -- Fet it, just apologize! Fet male pride, just apologize!!

  Yes, the cause of all this had to be traced back to a short while ago.

  As usual.

  With the ID "Shiroyasha," real name Gintoki Sakata, he was happily surfing the i at home, watg videos, and occasionally taking a side gig to bash the popur "Phantom Blood."

  Though he liked the work deep down.

  Unfortunately, his wallet didn't allow him to impose his preferences on his job.

  So, without much guilt, Gintoki fihe task.

  After receiving the t's final payment, he joyfully went to the pako parlor to indulge himself.

  Then, ba his at, he received a new private message…

  "A big business deal, requiring a face-to-face meeting?"

  Yes, a message that, no matter how you look at it, seemed suspicious.

  Normally, Gintoki wouldn't respond to such a message.

  When taking side gigs, they usually unicate through private messages ohere's no need for a face-to-face meeting.

  Actually, people in this line of work never meet in person.

  So, Gintoki took the side gig again…

  Because the amount offered was simply too much, including travel and meal expenses.

  Fintoki, who had just lost all his retly earned mo the pako parlor and urgently needed funds, it was irresistible.

  So, holding the travel expense sent by the other party, Gintoki arrived at this restaurant, ordered the Supreme Strawberry Ice Cream Parfait he couldn't afford before, and waited for the t.

  Now, seeing and reizing who this "t" really was, he finally uood…

  Why this reward was so generous?

  Why he had to meet in person and not just chat online.

  It turned out to be a trap.

  Realizing he had likely fallen into a trap set by this terrifying man in front of him, and might eve axed if he gave the signal, Gintned himself and said, "I'm sor..."

  "Well, would you be ied in being the main character in our new work?"

  "..."

  "...!!?"