Penacony Grand Theater.
Sunday stood at the center of the stage. Opposite him were his younger sister, the Stellaron Hunters, the Memokeepers, the Masked Fools, the Astral Express Crew, the Interastral Peace Corporation, and the mysterious traveler named Sol Mercer.
He looked like a lone warrior, facing layers of encirclement without retreating.
Even Aventurine, who stood as his enemy, could not help but admire the man's will at this moment.
Compared to ordinary gods, he possessed an even stronger resolve to save the world.
"Sunday, it seems you've completely solidified your ideals and won't be easily shaken anymore." Sol looked at Sunday, the corner of his mouth lifting. "If we just defeat you like this and forcibly shatter that dream, you'd feel pretty unwilling, wouldn't you?"
"Let us go in and try it—your so-called land of dreams that you take such pride in."
"After experiencing it firsthand, perhaps we'll change our minds. And even if we don't, we can at least point out its flaws to you more clearly afterward."
Sunday's Dream of Ena was something that simply could not be ignored.
Sol also wanted to see just how far that dreamscape could fulfill wishes. Some things could not be expected to appear in reality anytime soon—experiencing them in a dream first was not a bad thing.
He wanted to see the limits of the dream. This would be a critical experiment.
"My dear, you always manage to come up with something new."
Sparkle could not help but praise him, then provocatively shouted at Sunday, "If you've got the guts, let me in! I can't wait to find some fun inside that dream!"
"We really should go in and experience it. As the saying goes, without practice, there's no right to speak!"
Silver Wolf licked the corner of her mouth, anticipation overflowing.
In reality, she was firmly suppressed by Sol and might not get a chance to turn the tables for a long time.
But in a dream where wishes came true, she could at least enjoy being on top for once.
Fortresses are often breached from within.
Himeko and Welt Yang thought the same and therefore did not raise any objections.
Acheron held her tachi in silence. She seemed to have grown somewhat softer lately, wanting to take another look at the world before it was eroded by Nihility.
"…"
Sunday looked at Sol, momentarily uncertain.
What exactly was this man thinking?
Was he planning to enter the dream to sabotage it more effectively?
Or was it truly as he said—simply wanting to taste the dream for himself?
But soon, Sunday made his decision and chose to let Sol in, even though it might turn into a disaster.
The dream he had constructed was meant to be an equal haven for all. If he refused Sol's request, he would be judging people selectively, which went against his original intention of realizing everyone's ideals.
Sunday gave everyone a deep look and said in a low voice, "I agree."
He bowed deeply as the immense power of Harmony stirred, reconstructing a brand-new dream. "Then I wish you all a pleasant stay in the dream."
A massive, pale-blue memory bubble appeared before everyone. By stepping into it, one could connect to the Dream of Ena and realize the wishes within their hearts.
"Thank you for your generosity. We'll see each other again shortly."
With a smile on his face, Sol was the first to step into the dream.
Robin glanced at her brother and followed right after. She wanted to see what kind of world her brother was so obsessed with.
Himeko, March 7th, Stelle, and the others followed as well—among them, Silver Wolf was the most impatient to realize her so-called spiritual victory method.
In the blink of an eye, only Firefly, Kafka, Welt Yang, and Aventurine remained outside.
The two Stellaron Hunters had little interest in witnessing an illusory paradise. Reality was cruel, but it was precisely that cruelty that revealed the true beauty of life. The things they sought—if such desires could be fulfilled by a mere dream, there would have been no need for them to join the Stellaron Hunters in the first place.
Welt Yang silently took out the Star of Eden. As a mature man, he intended to leave a way out for those who entered the dream.
Aventurine, meanwhile, kept his eyes locked on Sunday. He had already seen enough illusions inside dreams—next, he would record all of Sunday's atrocities to prepare the company's reclamation of Penacony.
Sunday stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
He ignored the few remaining outside and focused his attention on the dreams of those who had entered.
He looked forward to them uncovering his flaws, using facts to prove him wrong.
He also wanted to see what their wishes were, to peer into their hearts.
Sunday sank his thoughts and began to observe.
...
First came the dream of Silver Wolf and Sparkle.
The mischievous Masked Fool had no idea why she insisted on barging into someone else's dream.
"Silver Wolf, how did you get so strong?" Sol's figure exclaimed in utter shock, speaking in disbelief. "Out of these hundred games, you completely crushed me!"
"That kind of gameplay is practically god-tier. I'll never reach that level in my lifetime!"
He was utterly stunned, completely conquered by Empress Silver Wolf's techniques.
He was also utterly distressed—his face was covered in crosses, he had signed an extremely cheap contract selling himself, and he had even lost a man's dignity… his underpants.
Wait, why was a man's dignity his underpants?
"Ahahaha!" Silver Wolf laughed triumphantly with her hands on her hips. "Convinced now? You were so arrogant before—look at you now, a total clown!"
"I'm telling you; I was just going easy on you back then. That's why you got to act smug for so long!"
"Once I unleash my true strength, beating you is effortless!"
She looked down from above, bestowing the king's contempt upon the loser.
She was the proud Empress Silver Wolf, the game king who dominated the entire galaxy.
Her face was full of worldly weariness. Tempered by time, she had finally far surpassed her former greatest rival and now stood invincible in the world.
Life was truly lonely like snow.
"Waaah, Silver Wolf, I was wrong! I'll never dare again!" Sol wailed loudly, grief-stricken to the extreme. "Silver Wolf, just let me win once—just once! I'm begging you!"
"Impossible!" Silver Wolf lifted her chin arrogantly. "Here, everything is decided by strength alone! Accept your punishment obediently and don't even think about running!"
"Then fine." Sol's mood sank, before he revealed a strange smile. "Then I won't hold back!"
Sparkle revealed her true form and pounced, knocking Silver Wolf to the ground and licking her fiercely.
"Wait, this isn't right, is it?!"
Silver Wolf's brain froze, unable to react for a moment.
Why had Sol turned into Sparkle? Why was she suddenly licking her?
"What's not right about it? This is the wager you lost!" Sparkle curled her lips into a wicked grin. "I lost to you—cross-dressing, my first kiss, and plenty of other things that are very important to boys, you know!"
"Huh?" Silver Wolf was dumbfounded, her face blank with shock. "That's not right, is it?"
So, the one in front of her was Sol disguised as Sparkle, being forced to offer his first kiss to her?
Sparkle gave a sly smile and said solemnly, "What's wrong with that? When you lost to me back then, it was the exact same process!"
"T-this…"
Silver Wolf's face flushed bright red, her head spinning.
That did seem to be the case.
She had lost her first kiss to Sol back then, and now Sol was losing his first kiss to her—it sounded perfectly fair.
No, wait—did Sol even still have his first kiss?
She had taken a massive loss this time!
"…"
Sunday did not know what to say and chose to skip over this dream entirely.
As expected of the Stellaron Hunters—galaxy-famous wanted criminals really did know how to play things wild.
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