Daziel's brow furrowed tightly, his voice tense with urgency. "What clue? What did Acheron's message really mean?!" A ripple disturbed the n
Daziel's brow furrowed tightly, his voice tense with urgency.
"What clue? What did Acheron's message really mean?!"
A ripple disturbed the night-sky depths of Black Swan's eyes. Her voice, carrying her unique, soul-entrancing charm, was a soft exhale.
"Do you still remember what lies hidden beneath this seemingly beautiful, deep dreamscape?"
A torrent of chaotic thoughts flashed through Daziel's mind like lightning. Finally, one heavy thought, carrying an ominous premonition, slowly surfaced.
"The… Memetic Aberrations of Desire? In Dreamflux Reef?"
Black Swan nodded slightly. Her stunningly beautiful face, which usually held a hint of laziness and playfulness, was now colored with an unprecedented gravity.
"Once we forcibly break open this chasm between the dream and reality, the memetic desire aberrations that have accumulated for several Amber Eras, enough to devour all reason, will pour out like an uncontrolled flood."
"At that time, not only will we be unable to stop Sunday, but we will become his greatest asset, fueling his twisted dream of 'Order,' and dragging the entirety of Penacony, and even the wider world, into a lewd dream where only mating is known."
Flames of fury burned in Daziel's eyes, as if to incinerate the very illusory dreamscape before him. He retorted sharply, his voice firm and powerful, ringing with conviction.
"Just because we're afraid they might aid the enemy, we're supposed to just sit here with our hands tied, watching him do whatever he wants?! How can there be such an absurd logic?!"
Black Swan let out a soft sigh, filled with an ineffable complexity and deep helplessness. A flicker of pain, imperceptible to others, crossed her eyes.
"But… my Master Daziel, even if we disregard the consequences and cleave open this dreamscape, how will you defeat the Sunday who has already mastered the great power of 'Order'?"
"I do not agree with his ideals, his path, but perhaps… in this world, there will always be those who choose to stand on his side, to approve of his almost irrational order…"
"The final result of this matter might… might not be as terrible as we imagine…"
Her voice trailed off, laced with uncertainty.
Daziel shook his head fiercely, his gaze as firm as a rock, his tone sharp and decisive, allowing no room for doubt or hesitation!
"No! Absolutely not! There is no possibility of that!"
"A long, long time ago, my conviction as a Trailblazer quietly changed. My mission, everything I carry, became about stopping those filthy memetic desire aberrations from eroding every innocent planet!"
"To let this universe, to let every star, maintain the free and real form they were meant to have."
"For this, I have acted with near paranoia and madness several times, and because of it… I have hurt some innocent people, leaving behind irreparable regrets."
"But I, Daziel, have never regretted a single choice I have made!"
"Even if the situation we face now is utterly hopeless, even if we cannot see a single ray of light, I will never compromise or yield in the slightest to that fellow with the ridiculous wings on his head!"
At the mention of "the fellow with wings on his head," Robin, who had been listening quietly in the corner, twitched her exquisite, beautiful wings almost imperceptibly, a look of grievance in her eyes.
"Pop!"
The crisp, pleasant sound of a wine bottle being opened suddenly broke the heavy atmosphere in the room, followed by Boothill's signature gruff and bold, resonant voice.
"Good brother! Well said! You've got some of the backbone and spirit of us Galaxy Rangers!"
As Boothill spoke, he unapologetically lifted the priceless bottle of wine, put the mouth to his lips, and chugged down more than half of it. The rich aroma of alcohol instantly filled the air.
"Your methods, well, they might not be all that noble and upright, but in the end, you're still dishing out some damn justice!"
He let out a loud burp, his face flushing red, but his eyes remained bright.
"I'll be damned, brother Daziel, why don't you just ditch that broken-down train and roam the universe with me from now on? Robbing the rich to help the poor, wouldn't that be a blast?!"
Daziel's gaze was as calm as water. He looked at Boothill, his tone even.
"I appreciate the kind offer."
"But for now, let's focus on finding a way to solve this massive problem in front of us."
Boothill burped again and waved his hand dismissively, the smell of alcohol growing stronger.
"Heh, me? I'm already lying flat. If the sky falls, there are tall guys like you, brother, to hold it up. Buuurp—no need for me to worry!"
His voice was thick with a nasal tone and drunkenness. After speaking, he stumbled and collapsed directly onto the soft, comfortable sofa, letting out a satisfied sigh.
As he did, Boothill mumbled incoherently:
"Asdena White Oak… tastes pretty damn good. Worthy of being a top-shelf specialty of this godforsaken place, Penacony."
"Such a small bottle costs tens of thousands of credits. Damn, we really hit the jackpot on this trip!"
Daziel thought back to the roiling, ominous miasma of Dreamflux Reef, then turned to look at the already tipsy Boothill. The emotions in his dark eyes were complex and unreadable.
He let out a long, long breath, and the鬱結 feeling in his chest, built up from anger and despair, seemed to dissipate with it.
Suddenly, as if his mind had been struck by an invisible bolt of lightning, Daziel seized upon a crucial point that had long been ignored. He spun towards the drunken Boothill, his eyes sharp.
"Wait! Boothill! The keepsake Acheron was going to give you, do you have it on you?!"
Boothill sluggishly raised a heavy arm, his reply slurred.
"Gave it to me… After she finished that damn check-out, she shoved that thing at me…"
He fumbled with a small, antique-looking object in his hand that shimmered with a faint light. The light was weak, yet it seemed to hold some mysterious power.
"What's wrong? You kid… are you thinking of getting ideas about this little treasure?"
Boothill grinned, showing his pearly white teeth.
"Let me tell you, this thing is worthless to anyone outside of us Galaxy Rangers. Absolutely useless."
"Only when it is returned to its rightful owner, or used by those of us who have inherited the Ranger's will, can it unleash its true, earth-shattering power."
Daziel's eyes burned, and he explained with great speed.
"This damn dreamscape completely cuts off all information from the outside world! Our phones and other communication devices can't send out any messages at all!"
"I originally had a special Alliance Jade Abacus from the Xianzhou, which could call for aid at critical moments, but unfortunately… I don't have it with me right now. It was left with my other companions on the Express…"
Daziel's heart pounded violently at this sudden thought.
In the original story, in the false ending meticulously woven by Sunday, it was Dan Heng who, in a desperate situation, activated the Jade Abacus and successfully summoned General Jing Yuan from the Luofu for timely assistance, ultimately winning a seemingly impossible battle.
And after that, in the true ending that was revealed, Boothill had rejected Dan Heng's proposal to use the Jade Abacus, instead using the mysterious keepsake given to him by Acheron to summon Galaxy Rangers from all corners of the universe. Their collective will for freedom, like a prairie fire, instantly surged into the dreamscape forbidden by "Order," shaking its very foundation…
Now, the one and only turning point that could break the stalemate and reverse their fate seemed…
It seemed to lie in this inconspicuous keepsake in Boothill's hand!
Only with it could they possibly make contact with the outside world and seek a power strong enough to contend with Sunday!
Boothill seemed to be affected by Daziel's urgency and sobered up a little. He grinned, a knowing look in his eyes.
"This keepsake, speaking of which, is a funerary object of a long-dead hero. It carries his indomitable will and glory."
"Although it does possess the powerful ability to gather Rangers from all four corners, you also know that we Galaxy Rangers have always been an unruly bunch. Our strengths are all over the place. The strong are absurdly strong, and the weak… are as weak as little darlings."
"Relying on us alone, we might not… really be able to defeat that kind of terrifying existence who has already touched the pinnacle of a Path, a top-tier Emanator."
A flicker of almost imperceptible worry crossed Boothill's eyes.
Daziel's gaze was incomparably firm, his tone heavy and resolute. "You just use it! I have a plan for the rest!"
Hearing this, Boothill was first taken aback, then burst into a deafening, rough, and heroic laugh. The entire room seemed to tremble slightly with his laughter.
"Hahahahahaha! Fine! I get it! I totally get it!"
He slapped his thigh hard, a raging fighting spirit reigniting in his eyes.
"We damn Galaxy Rangers have indeed been silent in this starry sky for too, too long. So long that… I'm afraid the entire universe is about to forget we even exist!"
"It's about time to make all the shameless adulterers, the insatiably greedy star-vermin, and those high-and-mighty oppressors in the universe remember the name that once made them tremble in fear—'Galaxy Ranger'!"
"Let me, Boothill! Fire the first shot for this grand return, this long-silent first shot!"
He shot up from the sofa, casually tossed the priceless bottle of wine aside with a "clatter," and then strode towards the stairs leading to the roof.
"I'm going to the rooftop! The view is wide open there! The signal fire will surely travel farther! And burn brighter!"
His retreating figure, in the dim light, seemed exceptionally tall and reliable.
Black Swan gazed at Daziel, her deep eyes that seemed to see through the human heart sparkling with inquiry and a hint of undisguisable surprise.
"It seems you've already thought of a countermeasure?"
Her voice was soft, yet it carried a trace of almost imperceptible anticipation.
Daziel nodded heavily, his tone steady and confident, as if he could already see the dawn of victory. "At the very least, I know how to deal with those memetic desire aberrations that are about to spill out of control."
If one wanted to effectively suppress those high-level, highly contaminating memetic desire aberrations in a short amount of time, the simplest and most direct method was to use another equally powerful, or even purer, meme to forcibly overwrite it!
Daziel clearly remembered that in the original story, it was the Trailblazer team that used the unique "Ninja Meme" from Rappa to successfully overwrite and resolve the "Sleeping Beauty Monkey Meme" spread by Dr. Primitive, thus averting the sudden, great crisis at Paperni University.
Although the memetic desire aberrations that had accumulated for several Amber Eras were on a much higher level in terms of power and hierarchy than the Sleeping Beauty Monkey Meme and the Ninja Meme, and completely eradicating them was almost an impossible task…
But, what Daziel needed wasn't complete eradication.
He just needed to, even if only slightly, disrupt Sunday's seemingly perfect rhythm.
To buy himself, to buy his companions, even a sliver of breathing room and a chance to counterattack—that was already enough!
What's more, the troublesome quest for Jingliu with its 509% Sin Value was still not fully completed.
Once that quest was done, the system would reward him with a method to completely eradicate these memetic desire aberrations from their very source.
At that time, he could completely cleanse Penacony of the memetic desire aberrations.
Black Swan quietly watched the newfound confidence and resolve radiating from Daziel's determined face. A faint, moving smile involuntarily touched her exquisite lips.
"It seems my Master Daziel is very confident this time. In that case, before this fateful battle arrives, you should rest well and gather your strength."
"I will go and patrol once more, to carefully investigate and prevent any unforeseen variables from popping up and disrupting our plans before we act."
Before her voice had faded, Black Swan's graceful and lithe figure, like ink dissolving in water, quietly pushed open the door and vanished in an instant into the hazy, faint light outside.
Daziel's body went limp, and he fell heavily into the sofa, every muscle screaming with exhaustion.
Black Swan's departing footsteps were extremely light and were quickly cut off by the door, the room returning to silence.
He closed his eyes, wanting only to sink into a dreamless sleep, to temporarily cast aside the nightmarish experience.
In a daze, a cool touch came from below him. The faint "click" of a metal buckle was exceptionally clear in the silence.
Daziel jolt, his consciousness instantly snapping out of the chaos as he shot his eyes open.
In his field of vision, Robin was, at some point, already half-kneeling before him, her gentle and beautiful face leaning towards his waist.
Her eyes, as clear as the morning star, were now filled with complex emotions: shyness, self-blame, and a hint of ineffable… determination.
"You… Robin, what are you doing?"
Daziel's voice was hoarse from just waking up, but mostly from shock.
Robin's fingertips trembled slightly but did not retract. Instead, she unbuckled his belt with even more resolve.
"M-Master Daziel, that… I'm sorry."
Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, carrying a slight tremble.
"My brother… what my brother did has caused everyone such immense trouble. I…"
"I feel… very sorry, Master, and to everyone in Penacony."
Daziel tried to sit up but was gently pushed back down by her shoulder.
"This… what does this have to do with you? It's not your fault."
Robin shook her head, her eyelashes lowered, casting a faint shadow on her delicate face.
"No. My brother and I have depended on each other since we were young. For him to make such an outrageous mistake, I, as his younger sister… also bear an undeniable responsibility."
Her face was filled with a thick, inconsolable self-blame and helplessness.
"It's laughable that although I walk the Path of Harmony, I cannot contend with my brother's paranoid will."
"I can only… I can only use my body… to give Master some small assistance."
Before her words had faded, she bowed her head slightly, her warm breath already close.
Daziel's mind went blank. He quickly reached out, pressing against her smooth forehead to stop her from going any further.
"Wait! Robin, calm down! Black Swan is still patrolling outside!"
His voice was strained. "If she pushes the door open and sees you doing this to me, how embarrassing would that be…"
Robin's body stiffened. Then, the small, exquisite wings behind her head gently fluttered.
Her voice was still faint, yet it carried a strange determination.
"Just let the wings on my head that you dislike… block the view…"
As she said this, the pair of snow-white wings actually began to slowly fold forward.
They crossed gently, just enough to form a small, feathered screen in front of Daziel, concealing the critical area.
From Daziel's perspective, he could only see the faint blush on the tips of Robin's ears and the focused, serious expression she wore beneath her wings.
"…Huh? You can do that?"
Daziel was speechless for a moment, looking at the cleverly obscuring wings, and behind them, the eyes filled with resolve and shyness.
"Since you're already doing this… then I'll just… enjoy it for a bit…"
Daziel finally gave up resisting, his body relaxing again as he leaned back against the soft sofa.
Beneath the wings, a secret world was formed.
"Since you're so insistent... I'll just... enjoy it a bit..." he thought, a sigh escaping his lips. The exhaustion from the earlier mental battle still weighed on him, but a new kind of energy, primal and hot, began to stir in his lower abdomen.
The first sensation was a soft, enveloping warmth, carrying Robin's unique, sweet scent. The metal button of his pants was unfastened with a click, and soon after, he felt her trembling yet determined fingers pushing down the zipper.
Her movements were clumsy, almost childlike, yet exceptionally earnest, as if she were handling the most precious work of art in the world. Daziel could feel her slight tremors and the occasional, fluttering touch of her feathers when her nerves got the better of her.
The air was thick with an indescribable atmosphere, a mixture of the young woman's shyness, her devotion, and Daziel's helplessness mixed with a sliver of arousal.
His cock, already semi-hard from the audacity of the situation, sprang to life, twitching against the fabric of his underwear as her fingers freed him.
Robin's hand, though small and delicate, wrapped around his base with surprising firmness. He felt the heat of her breath before her lips even touched him.
The first contact was a timid, wet kiss on the head of his member. Daziel held his breath. Then, with a determination that belied her angelic appearance, she took him in her mouth.
Gulp.
Her mouth was hot, tight, and incredibly wet. The initial movements were awkward, her teeth grazing him slightly, but she quickly corrected herself, learning the rhythm. Daziel let out a low groan, his head falling back against the sofa's cushions. The throat that sang the harmony of the universe was now producing a completely different melody, a wet, obscene song, just for him.
He could hear her suppressed, panting breaths, the sucking sounds growing more confident by the second. Beneath her wings, he imagined her eyes, normally clear and serene, now focused with an almost religious seriousness on her task.
"Shit... she's a fast learner..." Daziel thought, the pleasure beginning to cloud his judgment. The exhaustion and anger from before were being replaced by a raw, overwhelming lust.
Robin grew bolder, her tongue beginning to swirl around the head of his cock before gliding down the entire length, finding every prominent vein. The sensation was electric. The combination of her innocence and her explicit devotion was a fetish Daziel didn't know he had.
His patience ran out. The need to dominate, to take control, was too strong.
His hand came down, tangling in her silky hair. He grabbed a firm handful, but not violently. It was a silent command. Robin seemed to understand instinctively, her movements pausing for a fraction of a second.
"Look at me," Daziel's voice came out as a low, hoarse growl.
The wings parted just enough for him to see her tear-filled eyes, a mix of effort and excitement. That sight broke him.
With a firm pull, he guided her head down, forcing her deeper than she probably thought possible.
"Gkk—!"
A choked sound escaped her, but she didn't pull away. Her throat tightened around him, a divine sensation that pushed him to the edge. Her wings trembled uncontrollably. He could feel the spasms of her throat, each contraction sending waves of pleasure straight up his spine.
Gluck... Gluck...
The sound was obscene, wonderful. He pushed again, feeling the tip of his member hit the back of her throat. Robin's face was flushed, her eyes wide and fixed on his, a tear trailing down her cheek. The sight of her, the universally loved star, so vulnerable and submissive for him, was the most exciting thing he'd ever seen.
"Fuck... Robin..." he moaned, knowing he couldn't hold on much longer.
Gripping her hair tighter, he shoved her down one last time, burying himself in her as his orgasm exploded. He came with a violent force, pumping jet after jet of his hot semen directly into her throat. He held her there, pulsing inside her, until the very last drop.
When he finally released her, she slumped to the side, coughing and gasping for air, her face ruined. Cum dripped from the corner of her swollen lips and from her nose. She was a complete, beautiful mess.
Daziel took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging tide within him. He felt like a monster, but a satisfied one. He leaned over and gently brushed a lock of hair from her sweaty face.
"Robin..."
His voice came out a little hoarse.
Beneath the still-trembling wings, Robin stopped coughing for a moment.
"Master... was I... not good enough?"
Her voice was laced with unease and fear, weak and scratchy.
Daziel gave a bitter smile.
"No, you were great... fucking great."
"It's just... that's enough. I'm afraid you... and I'm afraid I... will lose control."
The wings parted slightly, revealing a pair of watery eyes filled with a hint of confusion. Her cheeks were crimson, her lips rosy and noticeably swollen, looking exceptionally pitiful and lovely.
Daziel was helpless. He reached out and gently ruffled her hair through the wings.
"Your feelings, I've completely felt them. This 'assistance' is more than enough."
He tried to make his tone as gentle as possible. "Get up now, the floor is cold."
Robin seemed to hesitate, but ultimately, she obediently moved back.
The wings slowly opened, fanning out behind her head again.
She tidied her slightly messy hair, the blush on her face not yet completely faded.
"Did… did that help at all, Master?" she asked in a small voice, her eyes filled with anticipation.
Looking at her like this, Daziel felt a soft spot in his heart being touched.
"Yeah, a lot. Thank you, Robin."
This thanks came from the bottom of his heart.
Not just for the release just now, but also for her pure and clumsy intentions.
Only then did Robin show a faint, relieved smile, like a rainbow after the rain.
"I'm glad I could help Master."
She stood up, slightly stretching her knees, which had gone a bit numb.
The atmosphere in the room, because of this little interlude, had become somewhat subtle.
Daziel looked at her and suddenly felt that this great star, usually so noble and elegant, like an incarnation of heavenly music, now had a certain girlish shyness and cuteness, like a girl next door.
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This little bird is so cute...
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