Dreamflux Reef.
The once-quiet Dreamflux Reef was filled with disturbance today.
"Tch, everyone here is useless." Boothill spat.
At his feet lay the Assistanana he had just knocked down in three swift moves.
The electronic screen crackled, occasionally spitting out two puffs of black smoke, looking miserable.
He turned his head toward Mobius, who was crouched down, inspecting the DreamJolt Troupe Assistanana member who had already said goodbye to the world.
"Hurry up. Did you find anything from these guys?"
"Nothing at all," Mobius replied lazily.
"Ha! Girl, I've been here smashing TVs with you all day, and you're telling me you found nothing? You messing with me!?" Mobius glanced at the bad-tempered guy.
Scientific research, after all, requires not only flashes of brilliance but also solid accumulation of knowledge.
Mobius was a genius, but what she faced now… even in the vast universe, belonged to the top tier of geniuses.
Besides, these DreamJolt Troupe Assistanana performers were merely pawns being controlled.
If Mobius could deduce Dr. Primitive's location from just this, she would only be disappointed in the doctor who carried the title of genius.
"Don't be so anxious. Time will help us, naturally." Mobius smiled meaningfully.
Even if she alone couldn't find a flaw yet, Miss Black Swan had given her a method for operating in Penacony.
Right now, all the Slumbernana Monkey was gathering in one place.
….
Paperfold University – Principal's Office.
Bang!
Something every student had dreamed of doing since childhood, someone finally did it today!
The baseball bat took the lead.
With an unmatched, unstoppable momentum, it tore through the principal office's door, almost hitting the so-called Monkey Head Principal sitting behind the table.
"That's it, that's it! Amazing, brilliant work!" Rick, who had earlier acted like a perfect film critic when evaluating students in class, was now trailing behind the charging crowd like an obsessed fan, filming with his camera.
This incomparable vitality, this transcendent sense of presence on camera, this natural aura that couldn't be recreated no matter how long one meditated under the starlight… Truly worthy of a natural-born actor!
….
At the top of the Imaginary Tree, a tiny creature waved its arms and shouted.
"I refuse! I protest!!" The Herrscher of Sentience felt terribly wronged.
"Why can she go out? I want to go out too!" This wasn't her first time demanding to go.
Long ago she had already made clear her determination to return.
And then… nothing happened. It was always Miss Memokeeper who had to run across a vast distance to drag her back.
Any farther, and Miss Memokeeper feared she wouldn't be able to find her at all.
The Imaginary Tree was endless.
Miss Memokeeper had once tried to explore part of its regions herself, but in the end Godzilla had to fish her back with his tail.
Miss Memokeeper looked helplessly at the scene.
The Herrscher of Sentience was great in every way, except she was too emotional.
Even though she carried Fu Hua's name, even though she desperately wanted others to acknowledge her as Fu Hua, She just couldn't be as calm as Fu Hua.
Godzilla lowered his gaze slightly, vertical pupils locking onto the energetic Herrscher of Sentience.
Her noisy antics certainly added color to the vast emptiness of the Imaginary Tree.
Perhaps because Herrschers were born from and connected to the Imaginary Tree itself, her presence was surprisingly harmonious with it.
Speaking of the Cocoon of Finality, Godzilla side-eyed the ice-bound Herrscher of Ice.
Thanks to the core that the Cocoon of Finality had once infused into both her and the Herrscher of Sentience…
The Cocoon couldn't sever their connection in a hurry.
As a result, Godzilla had used that link to track down the scattered Cocoon more than once, which kept forcing the Cocoon to relocate again and again.
The Herrscher of Sentience glared up at Godzilla. Trying her best to lift her head high.
A perfect demonstration of "The Herrscher of Sentience is not inferior to anyone!!"
Godzilla casually flicked his tail.
If she had stayed quiet he wouldn't have bothered doing anything with her.
But now the timing was perfect.
"What are you doing?" As the Herrscher of Sentience, she immediately sensed the big guy in front of her was planning something bad.
Her mind flashed rapidly through countless vocabulary fragments, assembling a sentence quickly and precisely, "I, "
Before the first word even finished,
BANG!
A home run.
The Herrscher of Sentience turned into a twinkling star and shot into the distance.
"Uh… she'll be fine, right?" Miss Memokeeper blinked, concerned.
Hearing that, Godzilla's tail curled upward in displeasure, aiming at her.
'You can doubt other things, but you CANNOT doubt my precision. Do you understand what "directional accuracy, controlled force" means? How dare you doubt me???'
…
Somewhere in the cosmos.
A massive starship floated silently among the stars.
Its unique mechanical design clearly marked it as the royal vessel from Planet Screwllum.
Everything about it signalled its owner, Screwllum.
Gazing into the distant starlight, Screwllum fell deep into thought.
The starship was partly a crystallization of his wisdom, though he rarely used it, it's size was too large, and visiting certain civilizations easily gave off an oppressive presence.
Most of the time, Screwllum considered himself just a polite, ordinary Intellitron.
At least, that's what he believed. Reactivating the vessel now simply let him store his recent research results.
"Dr. Primitive… The Lord of Silence…"
The two geniuses weighing on Screwllum's mind.
Dr. Primitive had vanished since the Galaxy Rangers blew up his base.
Rationally, Screwllum didn't believe the doctor would die without a trace.
Just like his Atavistic Experiments, every three days, new research traces always appeared somewhere.
The Slumbernana memetic virus now appearing in Penacony proved that.
As for that infamous colleague, Screwllum had no fondness for him.
Even geniuses had their circles. If it were only different circles, Screwllum wouldn't care.
But Dr. Primitive's research targeted not only organic lifeforms, even Intellitrons, already few in number, were among his victims.
To degenerate them into ordinary, mindless machines.
That was why he proposed sharing information with the IPC once the doctor's tracks were found.
But…
"Question: How does one locate Dr. Primitive?"
To play hide-and-seek with Galaxy Rangers… the doctor's stealth abilities were beyond question.
Even for Screwllum, finding him again would be extremely difficult.
Just as he pondered how to uncover a clue, Without warning, a humanoid vortex appeared inside the ship.
Bang!
...
The Cosmic Ninjutsu Inscriptions says: In the face of evil, you must never just sit and wait for death!
"Underling of the Evil Ninja Osaru, you've been exposed!" Rappa raised her finger, pointing straight at the Researcher Ape.
"Bana Bana Bana, I thought I could gather a bit more ahead of time, how annoying."
Seeing the group blocking the office entrance so tightly that not even water could pass through, Primon pushed up his glasses and shook his head with pity.
"I knew long ago you weren't a good person. Hurry up and turn those people you made into Slumbernana Monkey back!"
March 7th glared at the Researcher Ape, who clearly didn't take the situation seriously at all.
How could someone turn people into monkeys, and even treat that as their mission? Completely unreasonable!
"You failing student, you're absolutely unfit to stand on the stage here, you're just a rotten banana."
"Who are you calling rotten banana?!"
Such a dismissive attitude was infuriating.
The guy's face didn't even show an expression, it was a plain, straightforward statement.
But because it was a statement, March 7th was furious!
At least ask it as a question! What's with a statement sentence!!!
"March, leave it to me." Stelle reached out and pressed down the arrow March was about to fire.
They exchanged a look, nodded, and the air grew tense.
Taking a deep breath, eyes firm, Stelle stepped forward, energy sinking to her core.
"You low-grade trash-banana! Dr. Primitive must've gone blind to let you wear that outfit! You're just, @...(%%¥¥%¥!!)"
A string of extremely child-inappropriate insults flew out of Stelle's mouth like rapid-fire telegraph beeps, leaving everyone stunned.
The effect was immediate, critical hits, one after another.
"Such exquisite and peerless Ninjutsu Technique! As expected of the Baseball Bat Ninja, the famed ninja hero!" Rappa marveled, eyes shimmering like hidden stars.
The Researcher Ape, who moments ago was calm, now clutched his chest helplessly, feeling utterly drained.
"You, you, you're the worst! The most shameless! The most disrespectful student I've ever taught!"
Finally regaining mental connection with reality, the Researcher Ape pointed at Stelle angrily.
He, an honorable Researcher Ape. Wherever he went, he was admired by those who worshipped Dr. Primitive.
Even when trapped among enemies bound by morality and cowardice, none dared lay a hand on him. He always found a way to escape.
When had he ever suffered such humiliation???
Flash! Flash!
Camera lights flickered.
"And you! You memokeeper, you have no professional ethics at all, bana!"
Hearing the accusation, Mr. Rick calmly adjusted his collar, his face steady.
"My professional ethics are based solely on cinema. In this future masterpiece, one guaranteed success even before release, I see the most reasonable morality. So, show me more brilliant moments."
…The Researcher Ape gave up.
This guy was just a camera-obsessed lunatic. He completely failed to understand the magnificent ideals of the Doctor.
Shaking his head, the Researcher Ape looked at the solemn Rappa. Exceptional intelligence, extraordinary senses, immense strength.
A perfect creation forged from dozens of humanity's finest genes, turned into this? Honestly, what a waste.
But that wasn't the issue. The issue was escaping.
So…
"Bye-bye, bana!"
"Stop!" Rappa, who had been watching for an opening, immediately moved.
But a perfect baseball bat suddenly blocked her path.
"Baseball Bat Ninja, why do you stop me?!" Rappa's eyes widened slightly in confusion and urgency.
"If we take him down here, we still don't know how to turn the Slumbernana Monkeys back. If too much time passes, something might go wrong. If we follow him, we might find a solution."
Dan Heng spoke up, as if explaining Stelle's intent to Rappa.
After speaking, he nodded toward Stelle.
It seemed Stelle had grown far more after so many adventures.
'Was that… really what I was thinking?' Facing Dan Heng's relieved gaze, Stelle felt a bit guilty, her inner thoughts wobbling.
But she mustered her willpower and pushed through!
"Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking." Under March 7th's suspicious stare, Stelle nodded firmly. She organized her own thoughts and continued:
"And we can use the IPC's power. The IPC operates in Penacony, there must be many personnel here. We can mobilize them to search Penacony. They can tail him thoroughly!"
Yes, that was Stelle's 'real' plan.
"I'm a Penacony shareholder."
"A mere monkey dares to run wild on my turf? Does he not know who grows all the bananas here?!"
Rappa brightened.
"As expected of the Baseball Bat Ninja. To find such a simple and efficient method instantly, my training is still lacking. I must strive to match the Baseball Bat Ninja!"
'Please don't.'
March 7th drooped her brows helplessly.
She knew Stelle best, she saw the guilt in Stelle's eyes. And what did that mean? It meant Stelle wasn't thinking any of that at all!
…
Dreamflux Reef.
"Girl, are you sure the culprit will really walk right into the trap? I've been through star systems and never seen an evildoer repent on their own. Oh, except when my gun is pressed to their forehead."
Boothill leaned on the iron bars, flipping a coin over and over.
Front, back. Front, back. Each round perfectly alternating.
Receiving no reply, Boothill turned to look at Mobius.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw Mobius's brows relax as she revealed a smile filled with… special implications.
"The lab mouse is here~~"
"Hah?" Boothill raised an eyebrow, fine, he'd trust her one last time.
He turned his head.
"Ha!" A monkey in a white lab coat shot past right under his nose.
Without hesitation, Boothill moved to fire, but Mobius raised a hand to stop him.
"Patience. Something interesting is about to happen."
Boothill instinctively tensed, ready to shake her hand off.
'Do you even know how I earned my bounty?'
Whatever "interesting" thing she was waiting for, nothing beat the joy of blowing a troublemaker's brains out!
"Hurry! He went that way! He squeezed inside!"
"After him!"
"Whoa, why are there so many DreamJolt Troupe monsters here?!"
"Dazzling Ninja Art, Super Speed!"
One familiar silhouette after another rushed into the place where the monkey had disappeared…