Hearing Pei Guang's inquiry, Gallagher laughed: "Dare? There is nothing this old dog, who lives today without knowing if there's a tomorrow, dares not do. Speak! What do you want to do? If I'm interested, I can help you out."
This sentence made Pei Guang smile as if he had taken a reassurance pill.
Pei Guang: "It's very simple. I want you to help fabricate some history. For example, that Aha the Aeon of Elation once sold His ass to Akivili the Aeon of Trailblaze or something."
Pei Guang calmly stated his thoughts.
Originally Gallagher felt it was nothing, but gradually his brows furrowed, and he sucked in a huge breath of cold air.
It's a pity this is a Dreamscape, otherwise such a large breath would definitely aggravate global warming and contribute bricks and tiles to the destruction of the universe.
At this moment, Gallagher was completely dumbfounded. His current attitude was: "Who am I, where am I? What am I going to do?"
He had seen ruthless people, but never anyone as ruthless as Pei Guang.
Regarding the things Pei Guang wanted him to help with, he could only describe them with the word 'awesome'.
Pei Guang: "What's wrong? After all, it's fake, it's unofficial history, it's just an example I'm using. How can it be called unofficial history if it's not wild enough? But don't put this one up directly, I'm just giving an example. Given the Aeon of Elation's attitude, if you really make this up, there's no guarantee it won't end up circulating throughout the entire universe."
Pei Guang retained a little conscience, but not much.
Not fabricating stories about Akivili was only because his class was Trailblazer, and he didn't want to go out later and have others arrange 'ass literature' about him and Dan Heng.
Gallagher was stunned as he listened.
Originally, he intended to just let things slide after this matter ended, and then completely die to end his terrible and messed up life.
But when he heard Pei Guang's request and pondered it carefully, he suddenly discovered that this seemed quite promising.
If nothing else, the fun would definitely be enough!
Thinking of this, Gallagher looked at Pei Guang with a smile: "Sounds very interesting. I think you already have some ideas in mind. Tell me, I'll see if I can help you mess around with it. As for what it will turn into, I dare not say."
Pei Guang rubbed his chin and pondered: "Let me think. According to the current rhythm, it can be confirmed that noise has appeared within the Family. This noise is the opposite of Harmony. Then let's start messing with them.
First, history has long been beautified. Have you ever thought about why, when so many Aeons besieged the Propagation Aeon back then, the Propagation Aeon didn't die completely, and even shows signs of making a comeback?"
This question hooked Gallagher's curiosity: "Why?"
Pei Guang whispered: "Because when He was about to die, He sold His ass. I personally experienced the Swarm Disaster and saw with my own eyes the Propagation Aeon Tayzzyronth using His own ass to exchange for a chance to survive. I've long wanted to create unofficial history about Aeons, but I suffered from not having a suitable accomplice. I feel your identity as a History Fictionologist is just right."
Regarding History Fictionologists, Pei Guang understood. If he made things up blindly himself, it would at most be treated as a joke. But paired with a History Fictionologist, there was no guarantee it wouldn't become a subject of study for everyone.
Just thinking about future people researching the Aeon's ass, Pei Guang instantly found joy.
What? Respect the Aeons? Why the hell would he, a player, respect them?
Not installing a gender-bender mod on Them was already doing right by Them!
Gallagher: "Hiss!!! You are just making things up blindly? Even if I am a History Fictionologist, I can't play like this?"
Gallagher was truly impressed. Looking across the entire universe, no one dared to arrange the Aeons like this.
Seriously speaking, he really wanted to play along with Pei Guang. Intuition told him that playing a round like this, even if he died, he could still brag about it.
But here comes the problem. Fiction is not making things up blindly: it needs a basis, otherwise it won't have any effect.
Hearing this sentence, Pei Guang exuded a professional aura from his whole being.
Pei Guang: "Who says there's no basis? What does the Propagation Aeon do? Give birth! Although He can reproduce by Himself, He also retains normal reproductive abilities. If it were purely copying, He wouldn't be the Propagation Aeon, but the Fission Aeon.
As the Propagation Aeon, when being besieged by other Aeons, naturally He wanted to survive. Did anyone hear the Propagation Aeon's miserable screams back then? That's right, it's exactly what you think."
Gallagher: "Wait."
Gallagher felt his brain couldn't quite turn the corner.
He knew Pei Guang was making all this up, but for some reason, he felt a strange sense of logic in some aspect? But he still wanted to refute it.
Gallagher: "No, Aeons couldn't possibly do this kind of thing?"
Pei Guang looked serious: "Correct, under normal circumstances Aeons couldn't do this kind of thing. Even if the Propagation Aeon offered His own ass, the other Aeons would have to accept it!"
Gallagher: "So, your idea doesn't hold water. It's completely impossible to fabricate."
Pei Guang: "Who said so? Normal Aeons can't act, but the Propagation Aeon isn't a normal Aeon! Being ganged up on by so many powerful guys, He definitely wanted to live. How to live? If you have money, give money: if you don't have money, sell your ass. The Aeons wouldn't actively ask for the Propagation Aeon's ass, but you can't stop the Propagation Aeon from being proactive.
Look, He is the Propagation Aeon after all. Even if He dies, He'd want to continue practicing His Path before death, right? He is an Aeon, right? Then with whom? Naturally, other Aeons. Look how reasonable that is.
What do you think so many Aeons gathered together for back then? Of course, it was for the Propagation Aeon Tayzzyronth's ass. As for how the Propagation Aeon fell? Isn't that simple? Look, what bug can withstand being ravaged by so many people like that! He wanted to live, He just couldn't hold on, and eventually fell.
The powers of different Paths rampaged through His body. Even if the other Aeons spared Him, He couldn't help it. As for why this truth hasn't spread? How could we ordinary mortals know about matters between Aeons? Even this news was..."
Gallagher: "..."
Originally he felt there was no point, but for some reason, after hearing Pei Guang's words, he suddenly felt that this kind of thing seemed to have some potential?
Maybe give it a try?
In this instant, Gallagher was tempted.
As a History Fictionologist, naturally he wanted to accomplish things that ordinary History Fictionologists hadn't done before.
Originally after hearing Pei Guang's suggestion, he felt it was unreliable, but now after hearing the explanation, he felt it was somewhat reliable and could be done.