“It wasn’t until just now that I figured something out.” Feng Bujue slowly walked toward the long table. “Everyone…” He looked at the thirteen fat men sitting side by side at the table, “…the envelopes that you all refused to accept, even at the cost of your lives, contained ‘invitations,’ right?”

At this moment, the thirteen men all looked at Brother Jue approaching with a rather helpless and fearful gaze, without 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.”

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

The fat men heard this and looked at each other. Soon, they all showed sad expressions, picked up their utensils, and began to eat…

[Hidden Quest Complete] At that moment, the system voice sounded.

Feng Bujue glanced at the quest bar and confirmed that the [Find a Way to Participate in "The Last Supper"] item had been checked off.

“Heh…” Brother Jue laughed. “That’s right, eat slowly, and then it’s time to hit the road.”

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

“Hmph… I’m ashamed to say that this time, I wasn’t able to see through the entire truth.” Feng Bujue said, “I also relied on the help of ‘a certain guy’ to find out everything that happened here.” As he spoke, he turned around and faced the six NPCs behind him. “And to find out… 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 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 ‘survival instinct.’ It’s 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 was already using the third person to refer to Dave, which showed 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 means to leave, you clearly told me that if I stayed in town… I would either become a mailman, or…” He turned his head and glanced at the fat men behind him, “become… them.”

After saying this in one breath, Brother Jue walked to Nelson 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 spur us on, and when we are tempted, you will warn us. You are like a strict teacher who adheres to the rules, requiring us to be punctual, firm, thrifty, and honest…” He paused and added, “Now it seems… everything printed in that work manual is true—‘The Ghost Mailman does not need anyone’s help or sympathy, everything he does is voluntary’… Clearly, he is your most proud student.” He looked Nelson in the eyes. “Unlike the ‘survival instinct,’ your task is not to consider my safety, but to urge me to strive forward and become…”

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

“I think…” At this moment, the Ghost Mailman, or rather… another Dave… looked at Brother Jue with a gratified gaze and said, “…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, and also the goal of my test this time.” He paced back and forth as he spoke. “The various characteristics you have shown before have indeed perfectly explained this…” He shrugged and continued, “…The self that people idealize is like this… unable to see, unable to catch up, unable to retain. Even when it is close at hand, it is still unattainable.”

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

“You can also call it the ability to fantasize…” Yang replied expressionlessly.

Shooter took over the conversation and said, “Or a self-awareness and mental state that transcends common sense.”

“I say… you two…” Feng Bujue stared with his dead fish eyes and replied, “I have already deliberately made the word ‘chuunibyou’ (的中二) a little euphemistic, please don’t try to take the term upon yourselves, okay?”

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

Yang also said, “In addition, you should also notice that… your chuunibyou consciousness has two manifestations, one is the cool type, and the other is the flamboyant type.”

“It’s ‘Dave’s’ chuunibyou consciousness that has two… Sigh… forget it, forget it…” Feng Bujue originally wanted to correct them, but thinking about it, it was none of his business, so he waved his hand, ended his nonsense with these two great gods of the dart fruit world, and came to the last “person.”

“Let’s talk about you… Mr. M.” Feng Bujue looked at the slightly chubby 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 use the title ‘Mr. M’ to give me a hint.” He walked around the other party as he spoke, “After meeting, you listed many things about Dave and said lines like ‘I’ve known you since you could remember.’ Therefore, your identity is obvious—‘memory’.”

“Absolutely correct,” Mr. M replied approvingly.

“Only your identity was something I had deduced before I ‘opened my eyes for the second time’.” Feng Bujue didn’t pay much attention to the other party’s praise and continued, “Your appearance is crucial… The concept of ‘visualized memory’ enlightened me and immediately made many new inferences…”

As Brother Jue said this, he suddenly raised his phone. “The phone book on this phone and the register in 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 degree of repetition. But after seeing you, I thought about it a little and understood…” He tapped his temple twice with the index finger of his left hand. “The entire Oltaku 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 numbers he can remember and is relatively familiar with. In short… everything in town is a fragment of memory.”

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

Clap clap clap clap…

When Brother Jue’s narration ended, the six people began to applaud, and smiles appeared on their faces.

“Congratulations.”

“Excellent.”

“Didn’t disappoint me.”

“Good job.”

“Pretty impressive, kid.”

“Well done.”

Their praise was very sincere, but there was an unspeakable sense of weirdness. Perhaps it was because their personalities all had flaws… After all, these six are just parts of one person’s consciousness, and they all lack a complete personality.

“Then…” After the applause stopped, Feng Bujue turned around 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.

“Superficial, lazy, despicable, hypocritical, strong in appearance but weak in reality, extravagant, gluttonous, lazy, unwilling to make progress…” 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 species called humans…” He scratched his head, making a helpless expression, “If a person’s consciousness is visualized as a small town, the most numerous residents must be you, a group of otAku.”

“It is undeniable… as long as conditions permit, most people would rather sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor than act as pioneers or strivers.” He raised an arm and gestured to the side behind him. “Fortunately, they still exist in people’s hearts…”

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

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

Their death poses were all the same, all face down, planted on the table…

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

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

Then, he looked back at the other side of the hall, only to find that the six NPCs standing in the distance had disappeared.

After waiting for ten seconds, Feng Bujue suddenly spoke again: “Isn’t this considered hacking 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…