Unexpectedly, the magician entered the realist's dream and shot the clown in the face.
"He sent me," the magician said.
"Who, the writer?" the realist insisted with a hopeless tone.
"You are right; you are not supposed to die here," the magician told the realist.
"Curious," the realist said. "Wait, you know we are in a novel. How did you find out?"
The magician stated, "I know a lot more, but you don't have to know them."
"Tell me, what I don't know," the realist said.
"I have a question for you. Are you still alive?" "Are you dead?" the magician asked.
"What kind of stupid question is this?"… You just said that we are all in a novel"…." There is no meaning to being alive or dead. We just don't exist, That's what the reality is." the realist replies.
"Good response, I had to go somewhere. You should come back to your friends, but keep in mind that you shouldn't let them know that you met me," the magician said.
After a while, the realist goes back to the clown's house to see his pals.
"My Nword, my Nword, look at these ninjas. You guys finally woke up; the tea is in the kitchen; you should heat it yourself," the realist said in excitement.
"I heard someone clap your cheeks worse than that, rough title p*rn videos," said Simon.
"You cry like a baby," Jimmy said while laughing.
"First of all, f*ck both of you; second of all, I never cry. I am a man, you f*cking they/thems." the realist replied.
"You dweebs are making sick jokes, and they abducted him," Misa yelled at Simon and Realist.
"Who?" In a state of bewilderment, realists want to know.
"Tom!" Jimmy exclaimed.
"That motherf*cking doughbag should rot in hell; I will never help a f*cking narcissist like him," Realist said to show that he is not interested in helping Tom.
"Be careful with your language, my friend. His sister is friends with Misa, and his mother is also here," Simon warned.
"I could care less who's here, but I won't side with someone who wants to put me in jail for something I didn't do a few hours ago."
"Amane is our friend too. I think we should help her out," Jimmy said calmly.
An angry realist yelled out, "Are you not seeing my point? That man is our enemy. It's like saying Nelson Mandela should help out the imperial wizard of the KKK."
The racist would get assistance from him, Simon assured him.
"Oh! "Excuse me," the irritated realist said.
Tom's mom knelt down before the realist and pleaded, "Please!" I vow that if you save my son, he will never pursue you again.
"Oh! Another round of this, the realists said.
"You said you would never die. What's scaring you now?" misa asked.
"Losing you f*ckers!" the realist yelled.
I would gladly lay down my life for you all, my friend," Jimmy declared.
Me too," Misa said.
"Me too," Simon chimed in.
The realist said, "What the f*ck is going on with this 'me too' movement? I think you all should start waving rainbow flags, wearing underwear, and dancing in front of three-year-olds."
"Ooohhh," the onlookers exclaimed.
"Shut up, everyone," the realist yelled.
To be sure, it's fine, but anything bad could have been prevented, the realist stated.
"I would like to accompany you," Amane said.
"Absolutely not, our roster is already at capacity," the realist claimed.
"My brother's safety is more important to me than forming a partnership with you," Amahne stated.
"Why don't you go ahead and save your precious little narcissistic retard brother? Why bother us, anime girl? You can handle a hundred men, can't you? Oh, wait! Wait! You need a launcher and a Japanese artist, and then you will kill everyone and sit on top of men and say a dialogue like, Men are like pets, huh? Should I tell him to get eye surgery and crash his car, huh? "The realist said.
"Chris! Come on, man, you are too harsh on her," Jimmy said, going into defensive mode.
"Please assist my brother and me because I am unable to rescue him on my own," Amine begged.
"Don't worry, we'll go there and save your brother together. Then he'll try to arrest me, but that's a problem for the future," the realist said calmly.
All of them teamed up.
Once Simon, Jimmy, Misa, and Amare reach the resistance hideout, Realist remembers it from the last time he saw it.
Nobody was located; obviously, everyone had departed without leaving a trace.
"You mentioned a hideout in here, or is it more of a 'talking to a wall' kind of experience?" Simon asked the realist.
"I am absolutely certain that there was a hideout in here. I believe they probably relocated it," the realist stated.
"What do you think we should do?" Jimmy asked.
"I think we should meet a person who is equivalent to, if Simon starts loving money more than his family," the realist said.
"What you said, n*gga, you f*cking Nazi, sometimes I look at you, I think KKK members will be jealous of how much of a retarded b*tch you are," Simon yells at Realist.
"I don't know that some Black folks can't take a joke," the realist mocked Simon.
"I think, you guys should stop doing that and go meet the Black Jew," Amane said.
Everyone looks at her….
The realist starts laughing. "That's what I called intelligence; that's what they teach you in police."
"He never said 'Black Jew,'" Jimmy said.
"Oh," Amane says.
They all head over to Mobambe's house. At his place, they are currently constructing something.
"Mobambe! My friend! I think this place was promised to you, three thousand years ago," the realist said.
"You again! "Mobambe said.
Seeing a realist entirely annoys Mobambe.
Yeah, it's me again! Huh, I thought you could smell people six miles away, but I think that was false, I think you can smell chicken two point seven one kilometers away," Realist said.
"Hey, thanks for the jokes, but I still don't have your money. You might want to get out of here before I say something you might not like," Mobambe said.
Oh no! "I don't want you to say that. I want you to give us some information and keep the money. How about that? We're pretty generous, aren't we?" the realist said with a side of mockery.
Then Mobambe asked, "What is it that you want to know?" "
"Just tell us where the new resistance hideout is. We know your eyes are very sharp, just like your nose," the realist said.
"We would be done if I told you where they have set up their new hideout," Mobambe said.
"Absolutely, without a doubt," the realist responded.
Mobambe told them that the new hideout of the resistance is in Shibuya.
"Thank you so much. Congratulations, you won 70000 dollars," Realist said.
The group set out for Shibuya.
Upon reaching Shibuya, they all proceeded without delay to the resistance stronghold.
"Oh my goodness, Mr. Dante. "I bought you chicken and watermelon on the way, my second dearest Black friend, but someone ate them. I wonder who did it. I guess we would never hear from H*tler again, you know," a realist shouted from the resistance's new hideout.
"Why are you here, Mr. Realist?" Dante asked with a serious tone.
Realist smiled and said, Well, well, the reality is Mr. Darker than the darkest thing in the darkest place of the darkest universe,
"I want you to let go, Tom."