Therefore, it would be better to temporarily stand on his side, wait for the right opportunity, and adapt according to the changing situation.
"This is probably the best choice for me right now."
With that thought, Moge quietly returned to his original seat.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the venue had already completely exploded.
On the stage, Chrollo and his companions had fully let themselves go.
Holding the microphone, he began live dubbing.
"Wahahaha, what a pity, you Cleaners..."
It had to be said, Chrollo truly possessed a natural affinity for playing villains.
While voicing the character "Graffiti Monster" from the animation, he naturally exuded the aura of a true antagonist.
There was nothing exaggerated or grotesque about it, nor any forced sinister tone.
He simply, effortlessly, embodied what a villain should feel like.
At a glance, everyone could tell this was the enemy.
This level of expression stunned the children below, including Uvogin and Phinks.
Such an immersive performance completely drew everyone in.
"If only this could be recorded..."
Even Moge couldn't help but smile faintly at the scene before shaking his head in slight regret.
If Chrollo's performance right now could be preserved, it would undoubtedly become an extremely valuable recording.
Strictly speaking, it might even count as his future black history.
"Huh? Moge, you're back?!"
Uvogin, Nobunaga, and the others hadn't noticed when Moge left, and naturally hadn't noticed when he returned.
Hearing his voice now, they all turned their heads.
"Did you go to the bathroom?... So, what do you think of Chrollo's performance?"
Moge glanced at Chrollo on stage, who was completely immersed, and nodded lightly:
"He's fully in character."
"Wahahahaha! All humans in this world!! Everything will be swallowed by the King of Graffiti..."
"And be completely stained by evil!!!"
That line sent chills down the audience.
Hiss!
Many of the children instinctively shrank back, feeling a cold shiver run through them.
"I kinda want to go up there and try voice acting too..."
Not far from them, Shanark grinned, revealing his missing tooth, his eyes shining with excitement and longing.
After all, he was only eight years old, the same age as Machi.
It was natural for a child to admire such a scene.
But for the slightly older Uvogin and the others
"Chrollo's really got talent in this..."
Phinks clicked his tongue, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes.
After all, what child doesn't want to stand in the spotlight and be admired?
At least in his opinion, being able to control the entire audience like this was impressive.
"It's just talking, what's so special about that?!"
Uvogin, as usual, refused to admit it.
Even though he inwardly acknowledged it, there was no way he would say it out loud.
"He's just moving his mouth..."
Nobunaga glanced sideways at him, and Machi also shot him a look.
Both of their gazes clearly carried the same meaning
Idiot.
"What kind of look is that?!"
Uvogin immediately caught it and exploded.
"Am I wrong?!"
He continued stubbornly, "I'm telling you, he's just talking!"
"If he had to actually act it out physically, he'd definitely be terrible!!"
"...Are you stupid?!"
If Nobunaga and Machi were still holding back, Franklin had no such restraint.
"This is animation! Of course it's voice acting! How are you supposed to physically perform that?!"
As one of Chrollo's companions, he couldn't stand Uvogin belittling him.
"Why not?!"
Uvogin glared back, unwilling to back down.
"Just because Chrollo can't do it doesn't mean no one else can!!"
Even he knew his argument made little sense.
But since backing down meant losing face, he stubbornly pushed forward.
Even Phinks couldn't stand it anymore.
He and Feitan both leaned away slightly, clearly drawing a line.
"Don't drag us into this."
"Oh?"
Franklin let out a short laugh, clearly irritated now.
"Then tell me who can actually do that?!"
"Turn something like this into live-action performance?!"
His posture subtly shifted, already preparing for Uvogin to lose his temper and start a fight.
After all, that was Uvogin's usual pattern.
But this time "don't think just because Chrollo can't do it, everyone else is useless like him!!"
Uvogin suddenly turned his head:
"Moge, you can do it, right?!"
Nobunaga and Machi exchanged a look, both clearly unsurprised.
Of course it came to this.
Phinks's eyelid twitched, muttering curses under his breath.
This idiot bragged first, then pushed the problem onto someone else.
Feitan remained silent, watching coldly as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Moge...?"
Shanark's attention sharpened immediately.
He had already noticed this unfamiliar face earlier.
He knew Uvogin, Machi, Nobunaga, Phinks, and Feitan.
They were all well-known among the children of Meteor City.
But this person was completely new.
More importantly, the way they sat together...
It subtly felt like Moge was at the center.
Phinks and Feitan formed one side.
Uvogin and Machi formed another.
Normally, these two groups would never sit peacefully together.
Yet now, they coexisted without conflict.
And the reason seemed to be this person
Moge.
What kind of person could bring these opposing sides together?
Shanark's curiosity was completely piqued.
At the same time, Franklin was also quietly observing Moge.
Unlike Uvogin, he didn't rush to speak again.
Instead, he calmly waited.
Waiting to see how this unknown variable would respond.