### Chapter 43 – The Outcast
Mo Rabbit had already meticulously planned everything in her head.
She wasn’t one to think about plans when faced with difficulties.
The moment she learned about the situation here, she had already hatched her scheme.
Then Mo Rabbit gathered all the Graveyard Star Eclipses and began to lay out her detailed plan to them.
The Star Eclipse Embodiment was quite convenient.
They didn’t produce such complex emotions as humans do, nor did they have overly complicated thoughts.
As long as it was beneficial to their obsessions, there would be no backstabbing or games of deception.
So when Mo Rabbit said she needed their help to keep the secret of Night Star Lan under wraps, they were willing to cooperate wholeheartedly, acting as one big, unified unit.
A short while later.
After finishing all her instructions, Mo Rabbit planned to return to the graveyard.
In any case, Night Star had already given LoTi ShaNa some simple treatment, making her less dangerous and merely turning her into a good-luck mascot for the Star Eclipse Nation.
Once Night Star took away those Star Eclipse powers, Mo Rabbit had successfully obtained unrestricted access through the Theater Door.
Originally, she could’ve taken advantage of turning into a Star Eclipse to have some fun.
But since that option was off the table, she decided she’d better get back to business.
In a blink of an eye.
Mo Tu, who had transformed from the Announcer form to the Night Watcher form, appeared on the graveyard grounds of the Hero Cemetery, exactly where he originally disappeared.
“Now it’s… Thursday afternoon? Has such little time really passed?”
Mo Tu glanced around the cemetery, more aware than ever of the presence of the Star Eclipse Nation.
This could also be why LoTi ShaNa had lost control.
Since this was the case, he could deal with things properly.
Mo Tu turned away from the Hero Cemetery, called for the hover car nearby, and prepared to return to the Night Watcher Headquarters.
A moment later.
Back at headquarters, Mo Tu headed straight to the Leader’s office.
He hadn’t slept for two days straight. He just wanted to finish up quickly, get some rest, and maybe grab something to eat.
Bang bang.
“Come in.”
“Good afternoon.”
Mo Tu casually walked in and made a casual greeting before sitting down on the single sofa nearby.
“Heh,”
The Leader released a relieved smile.
“Welcome back. I’m relieved knowing you’re safe.”
Actually, the Leader already knew Mo Tu was coming back.
After all, he spent practically every hour of the day monitoring the Hero Cemetery’s surveillance footage.
He knew whenever Mo Tu inexplicably appeared out of nowhere.
Whenever something important was happening, the Leader never took it easy.
Given the danger involved with the First Generation Star Eclipses, it wasn’t a problem for him to work for a week straight without sleep.
Only the Night Watcher’s unique constitution and incredible mental fortitude allowed him to do so; otherwise, no ordinary person could handle it.
“Enough of that. It was touch-and-go.”
“It sounds dangerous.”
“Pretty dangerous, even for me. I had to call for backup to save my skin.”
“You mean… that kid did it?”
The Leader quickly figured out who Mo Tu meant by “backup.”
Mo Tu gently nodded.
“I couldn’t have done it if she hadn’t stepped in.”
“But today is only Thursday.”
“She invited herself.”
“Wow, impressive.”
After a light sigh, the Leader started getting down to business.
“What about the First Generation Star Eclipses?”
“They got severely weakened and can’t cause much trouble anymore. Only the shell that was once First Generation remains.”
“Why keep them alive?” The Leader was puzzled.
According to Mo Tu’s description, the First Generation Star Eclipses were rather unpredictable troublemakers, potential threats to the existing order.
Their very existence disrupted the order, even negotiations were tough.
Trouble like this should really just be eliminated.
Mo Tu paused for a moment.
“The First Generation Star Eclipse is now a cute little loli, which she has kept as a pet.”
The Leader remained silent for a bit.
“In that case, no problem. Let her keep it.”
“So lenient, eh?”
“No big deal. If she spoils it, she spoils it.”
“Ha ha, even if I don’t spoil her, the theater group members will anyway. What’s the difference?”
“Don’t see any.”
Mo Tu relaxed and shrugged his shoulders, feeling a sense of ease.
Earlier, the Leader had only asked about the First Generation Star Eclipses, not addressing the Gravestone ones. This was critical.
“Leader, make sure you’re not shocked by what I’m about to say.”
“Do you mock me? Just speak your mind.”
“Alright, considering I’ve felt generous enough today, here’s the truth: Those Gravestone Star Eclipses can be used by Night Lan. I talked to them, and they’d all follow her. What do you think?”
Hearing this, the Leader fell into deep thought.
“Is this public knowledge?”
“It’s absolutely necessary for it to be known. Keeping it confidential wouldn’t make it impactful.”
“I see. If Night Lan can actually deal with their Star Eclipse contamination, then leaving it to her is fine.”
Mo Tu couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re really generous, Leader, handing over that huge power to a little girl.”
“After all, we already have the Rising Sun Theater Group. Having the Gravestation Star Eclipses is just icing on the cake, making no difference really. But the Gravestation Star Eclipses are easier for the Night Watchers to accept and aren’t as resistant. If Night Lan fulfills their obsessed desires, I’d even thank her. No one else can do it besides her.”
The Leader glanced at Mo Tu and continued, “By helping her achieve this, you’re part of indulging her too.”
It was obvious that handing the Gravestone Star Eclipses to Night Lan was Mo Tu’s idea.
“Joy, you really don’t understand how hard it is to wear down that loli’s energy. I’m just protecting myself.”
“I’ll take it as such. If one day you fully embrace the Rising Sun Theater Group and abandon us, it won’t surprise me.”
“That depends on whether the Night Watcher organization will completely disappoint me.”
These two men spoke openly, unafraid of touching on dangerous topics.
The Leader had no objections to Mo Tu’s plan and was even willing to go along with it.
Even if the higher echelons objected, the Leader was confident in winning them over.
They chatted till nightfall, discussing the details of the plan until halfway through the midnight hours, when Mo Tu finally left the office.
Time for a rest.
Maybe some late-night snacks and a good night’s sleep.
He could postpone practicing for the performances of the Rising Sun Theater Group.
He was just the Announcer, after all, only responsible for setting the stage.
While busy, it wasn’t overwhelming since understanding comes easily when everyone’s on board.
