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"T-Tiga?!"
Welt Yang, who was frantically absorbing flames in the sky, froze in shock and nearly fell from midair.
It felt like he was dreaming—a dream within a dream.
The Judgment of Shamash appearing in Penacony was already terrifying enough, but now an Ultra had jumped out too.
The Judgment of Shamash was still understandable—after all, he had seen it in reality.
But what in the world was Tiga? Was Ultraman actually a real live-action?!
Was light… really something that existed?!
His worldview felt like it was collapsing. So, what came next—Gundams showing up?
"Uncle Yang, do you know this giant?"
March 7th stopped generating Six-Phase Ice and looked at Welt Yang.
"You could say I do."
Welt Yang looked dazed, his aged soul deeply shaken. "Back in my homeland, that was an extremely popular television series."
He suspected he had been hypnotized—otherwise, he wouldn't be seeing so many things in Penacony that defied all logic.
So, when had it started? How had he not noticed anything at all?
Or was his arrival in this world itself just a dream, and he was still in the Honkai world?
He couldn't tell. He truly couldn't tell.
"Oh, it looks full of hope."
Silver Wolf stared at the sky-piercing giant and said thoughtfully, "Kind of like the little sun hanging above The Golden Hour."
That's right—she immediately thought of Sol.
She had even begged Sol before to fill her up with light.
At this moment, she could clearly feel the light within her stirring, resonating with that giant.
Kafka placed a hand on Silver Wolf's shoulder and said softly, "Shh. Don't mess with someone else's script."
She didn't know what Sol Mercer was planning, but since things had come this far, they might as well keep watching.
If the script were exposed, Sol Mercer might have to come deal with it personally—and that would be troublesome.
"Oh."
Silver Wolf hurriedly covered her mouth.
She still had a contract of servitude in Sol's hands.
If Sol decided to make an issue out of it, wouldn't she end up turning into something portable?
"Troubles come one after another."
Gallagher, stubble all over his face, looked sorrowful. "We haven't even finished investigating Penacony's own problems, and now a mysterious giant shows up."
He felt that Mikhail the Clockmaker's wish was already difficult—and only growing more so.
Although the Trailblazer of the Astral Express was reliable, things seemed to be getting more and more complicated.
"At least he's helping control the flames. Let's not worry about where that giant came from for now."
Himeko let out a sigh, her mood calming a little.
It had been a long time since she'd been led by the nose like this. Since repairing the Astral Express, she had handled far too many matters.
What worried her was Welt Yang's increasingly unsettled demeanor.
And at this moment.
Under the gaze of all.
The silver giant, etched with blue and red stripes, reached out toward the sky.
Endless golden light converged into massive beams, washing over the Memoria being scorched by flames in the sky, as well as the areas already burned full of holes.
Large swathes of fire were forcibly overwritten.
The scorching crimson light reflected upon the city gradually transformed into warm golden radiance.
The layers of Memoria that had been burned through were pulled by the light, drawing in distant Memoria to mend themselves.
Vast blackened regions were repaired at breathtaking speed—nearly a hundred kilometers restored every second.
Wherever the light touched, all damage was renewed, and all destruction vanished.
The barrier between dream and reality was restored at this moment—yet not a single person exited the dream.
They gazed up at the giant, gazed up at the sky, eyes wide as they bore witness to this miracle.
It was a cosmic spectacle, as if a god were repairing the world itself.
"Who… is he?"
A small Pepeshi stared upward in a daze, tears still clinging to the corners of his eyes.
At the moment of despair, the giant appeared to save the world.
Hope-filled light repaired the sky—this was a benevolent god!
"The Giant of Hope, Tiga."
Someone repeated the name that had inexplicably surfaced in their heart, their tone nearly reverent.
A surge of fervor rose from deep within, an urge to behold the god with pure sincerity.
When he looked upon that figure, it felt as though boundless passion was welling up inside him.
As the sky was restored, that passion reached its peak.
"I've never heard this name before, but it feels like he's always been there."
The Pepeshi favored by the priest clasped both hands to his chest, feeling that inexplicable thrum.
Hope—such a faint concept, yet always undeniably present.
When he faced setbacks in life, it was hope for the future that carried him through.
The giant incarnate of hope felt like meeting an old friend.
When the flames in the sky finally dispersed and the massive rift was completely repaired, what remained was once more a tranquil, peaceful night sky.
The raging fire from moments ago seemed like nothing more than a dream, the aura of destruction gone without a trace.
The silver giant stood quietly upon the land, gazing toward the horizon, beginning from his feet as his form dissolved into a rain of light.
Droplets of light fell upon everyone, effortlessly merging into their skin.
Sunday reached out, wanting to catch a single mote of light.
But the light seemed mischievous, changing direction midair and drifting away.
"..."
Sunday was left speechless. Could it be that even the sun refused to shine on villains?
Beside him lay the Raven, already devoid of life, having experienced the destruction and rebirth of the dream in such a short span.
He didn't know what had happened on the Dreammaster's side, but from all indications, the Dreammaster had suffered complete death mid-conversation.
That Dreammaster—mentally linked with over a hundred thousand members of the Oak Family, omnipresent within the dream—had truly fallen into eternal slumber.
And according to the Dreammaster's earlier intelligence, he had discovered clues related to Sol Mercer and intended to expel that unstable factor from Penacony.
Then, right as the Dreammaster was making bold declarations… he suddenly died.
"So that battle just now was between the Dreammaster and Sol Mercer. And the sky of the dream burned because of him."
Sunday confirmed the truth. The Dreammaster's death was far too pinpointed.
His expression grew heavy.
Killing the Dreammaster. Igniting the sky of Penacony.
That level of power was already a formidable enemy on his path to realizing his ideals.
What angered him more was that Sol Mercer was also secretly manipulating Robin, for reasons unknown.
Aside from Sol, there was also that giant who stitched the sky back together.
Though that giant was repairing the sky destroyed by Sol Mercer, every sign pointed to one conclusion—that giant was undoubtedly connected to Sol Mercer.
And given the giant's command over energy, its destructive capability would surely be no small matter.
In an instant, his road toward realizing his ideals was overgrown with thorns.
A sister who opposed his ideals. Sol Mercer, who slew the Dreammaster. A giant who harvested the goodwill of the masses…
Any one of them was a major obstacle.
"Trying to make me give up?"
Sunday curled his lips into a smile, boldly staring into the radiant sky.
"Absolutely not!"
"You won't know whether something can be done unless you do it. If you all stand in my way, then I will insist on creating a beautiful world!"
"If it's never been done, how can you say it's impossible?!"
His eyes burned with unwavering conviction.
If the weak are left without shelter, and the strong act on whim—
Then he would be the one to define order, and create a paradise of his own.
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