“It wasn't until just now that I figured something out.” Feng Bujue slowly walked toward the long table. “Gentlemen…” He looked at the thirteen fat men sitting side by side at the table. “…the envelopes you were all so unwilling to accept, contained ‘invitations,’ correct?”

At this moment, the thirteen men all looked at Brother Jue approaching them with a rather helpless and timid expression, not saying a word.

“I can completely understand you.” Feng Bujue stopped in front of the table, a slight smile on his face. “Putting myself in your shoes, if I were you, I would also refuse to accept them.”

After saying this, he paused for a few seconds, then spread his arms, making a “please” gesture, as if he were the host of this dinner: “But since you’re already here, why not enjoy your last supper?”

Hearing this, the fat men looked at each other. Soon, they all showed sad expressions and picked up their cutlery, starting to eat…

[Hidden mission completed] At that moment, the system voice sounded.

Feng Bujue took the opportunity to glance at the mission bar, confirming that the [Find a way to participate in "The Last Supper"] entry had been checked off.

“Heh…” Brother Jue laughed. “That’s right, eat slowly, finish eating and then you can be on your way.”

“It seems you have seen through the ‘truth’.” At this time, Mr. M spoke.

“Hmph… I’m ashamed to say, this time, I didn’t see through the whole truth.” Feng Bujue said. “I also relied on the help of ‘a certain guy’ to know everything that happened here.” As he spoke, he turned around and faced the six NPCs behind him. “And to know… your identities.”

As he said this, his gaze quickly swept across the faces of the six people. But the NPCs did not react in any way; they just stood there silently, as if waiting for him to continue.

“First of all, you…” Two seconds later, Feng Bujue’s gaze shifted to the mysterious woman. “You are Dave’s ‘instinct for survival’. It is reasonable for you to appear in the image of his mother. Because in the depths of a person’s heart, the people they trust and feel safest with are usually their parents.” Here, Brother Jue had already used the third person to refer to Dave, showing that he no longer cared about the form and content of his speech. “The instructions you gave me were all based on ‘survival and safety’. So, when I first came to this town, you told me to leave; and when I lost the way to leave, you clearly told me that if I stayed in town… I would either become a postman, or…” He turned his head and glanced at the fat men behind him, “Become… them.”

After saying this in one breath, Brother Jue walked up to Nelson again and continued, “And you, Chief Nelson… you are undoubtedly the symbol of ‘authority and rules’ in Dave’s heart. Most people have such an image in their consciousness… When we are lazy, you will鞭策 (bian ce, spur on) us; when we are tempted, you will warn us. You are like a strict teacher who恪守 (ke shou, strictly observes) the rules, asking us to be punctual, firm, frugal, and honest…” He paused and added, “Now it seems… everything printed in that work manual is true—‘The Ghost Postman does not need anyone’s help or sympathy; everything he does is voluntary’… Clearly, he is your most prized student.” He looked Nelson straight in the eye. “Unlike the ‘instinct for survival,’ your task is not to consider my safety, but to urge me to strive forward, to make me become…”

Feng Bujue held back the second half of the sentence, took a few steps to the side, and came to the Ghost Postman, “…this.”

“I think…” At this moment, the Ghost Postman, or rather… another Dave… looked at Brother Jue with a happy expression, “…you will soon become me.”

“Yes, you…” Brother Jue nodded with a smile. “You represent ‘diligence,’ ‘nobility,’ ‘silent dedication,’ ‘no regrets,’ and so on… You are the self-image that Dave most yearns for in his mind, and also the goal of this test.” He paced back and forth as he spoke. “The various qualities you have shown before have indeed explained this well…” He shrugged and continued, “…the self that people idealize is like this… unable to see, unable to catch up to, unable to retain. Even when it’s close at hand, it’s still out of reach.”

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Bujue had already slowly walked in front of Archer and Yang. “As for you two…” He tilted his head and reached out to touch the back of his neck. “Heh… are you ‘unrealistic fantasy’ and ‘the spirit of adventure’?”

“You can also call it the ability to indulge in fantasies…” Yang said expressionlessly.

Archer picked up the conversation. “Or self-awareness and mental state that transcends common sense.”

“I say… you two…” Feng Bujue stared with dead fish eyes and replied, “I have already deliberately used a euphemistic way to describe the word ‘chuunibyou,’ can you two please not try to fit yourselves into that category?”

“Hey, don’t forget, we are part of you,” Archer replied.

Yang also said, “Also, you should have noticed… your chuunibyou consciousness has two forms of expression, one is cool, and the other is flamboyant.”

“It’s ‘Dave’s’ chuunibyou consciousness that has two… sigh… never mind…” Feng Bujue originally wanted to correct them, but thinking that it was none of his business, he waved his hand, ended the nonsense with these two gods of the镖果 (biao guo, throwing knives) world, and came to the last “person.”

“Let’s talk about you… Mr. M.” Feng Bujue looked at the slightly fat, black old man and said in a deep voice, “You appeared in the image of Dave’s childhood neighbor, ‘Mr. Marvin,’ but you didn’t directly use the name ‘Marvin.’ The reason is… you wanted to give me a hint with the title ‘Mr. M’.” He walked around the other man as he spoke. “After meeting, you listed many things about Dave and said the line, ‘I’ve known you since you could remember.’ Therefore, your identity is obvious—‘memory’.”

“Absolutely correct,” Mr. M replied approvingly.

“Your identity alone was what I deduced before I ‘opened my eyes for the second time’.” Feng Bujue didn’t pay much attention to the other man’s praise and continued, “Your appearance is key… The concept of ‘materialized memory’ suddenly enlightened me and immediately led me to make many new inferences…”

Brother Jue said, suddenly holding up his phone: “The phone book on this phone and the register at that hotel… have four names that are exactly the same. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, after all, English names have a high rate of repetition. But after seeing you, I thought about it a little and understood…” He tapped his left index finger lightly on his temple. “The entire Otaku Town is a product of Dave’s ‘consciousness projection.’ The names on the hotel register are all people he knows. And the numbers in the phone book are all the ones he can remember, relatively familiar numbers. In short… everything in the town is a fragment of memory.”

At this point, he suddenly thought of something and added, “Oh, right, Enoch is also one of them.” He smiled. “Of course, Enoch shouldn’t be Dave’s friend; he’s just someone Dave met when he came to take the test. Since Enoch’s test capsule was right next to Dave’s, Dave’s brain also projected this relatively fresh impression.”

Pa pa pa pa…

When Brother Jue finished his narration, the six people began to applaud, and each of their faces showed a smile.

“Congratulations.”

“Excellent.”

“Didn’t disappoint me.”

“Good job.”

“Pretty good, kid.”

“Well done.”

Their praises were very sincere, but they all had an indescribable sense of weirdness. Perhaps it was because their personalities were all flawed… After all, these six were only a part of one person’s consciousness; they did not possess complete personalities.

“Then…” After the applause stopped, Feng Bujue turned again and walked towards the long table. “…next, it’s time to get down to business.”

The reaction of the thirteen fat men was surprisingly consistent; they all began to tremble, and the food in their hands fell to the ground.

“Perfunctory, sloppy, despicable, hypocritical, outwardly strong but inwardly weak, extravagant and dissolute, gluttonous and lazy, unenterprising…” Brother Jue walked from one end of the long table to the other, coldly reciting, “Even I feel ashamed, because you are the mainstream consciousness of this creature called human…” He scratched his head, making a helpless expression. “If a person’s consciousness is materialized into a small town, the most residents in it must be you, a bunch of otAku.”

“It is undeniable… that as long as conditions permit, most people would rather sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor than be pioneers or strugglers.” He raised an arm and gestured to his side and behind him. “Fortunately, people still have them in their hearts…”

As he spoke, Feng Bujue had already reached the end of the long table. “Okay, everyone, it’s time to hit the road.”

His sentence was like an irresistible command. As soon as he finished speaking, the thirteen “fat versions of Dave” neatly and quickly picked up their respective dinner knives and slit their throats.

Their postures of death were all the same; they all fell face down on the table…

The bright red blood stained the white tablecloth and quickly flowed and dripped onto the marble floor, making a crackling sound.

“Hmph…” Feng Bujue looked at the table of corpses and just sneered.

Then, he turned his head and looked at the other side of the hall, only to find that the six NPCs standing in the distance had all disappeared.

After waiting for ten seconds, Feng Bujue suddenly spoke again, “Isn’t this considered cracking the worldview?”

At this time, he was the only living person left in the hall, but his tone… didn’t sound like he was talking to himself…