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"Hello, hello, big bro!"
Sol Mercer looked at Sunday and raised his hand in an enthusiastic wave of greeting.
He looked completely open and aboveboard, not the least bit bothered that his actions just now had been caught red-handed.
If Acheron could sense Sunday's presence, then of course he could see him as well.
Besides, he was upright and honest—he was merely exercising his perfectly normal right to dream.
He wasn't even pretending anymore!
Sunday's expression darkened, his hand clenching into a fist.
In front of his sister, this man had addressed him respectfully as Mister Sunday—yet now, when alone, he called him big bro straight to his face.
In front of his sister, he debated dreams versus reality with him; once alone, he immediately started thinking about how to cultivate a harem.
"Hey, hey, hey, I was just trying to fulfill my wishes normally. Do you really have to be that petty?"
Sol smacked his lips and sighed. "Your dream just isn't very good. My first two perfectly normal wishes were realized in an extremely half-baked way."
"Are you telling me you can't even fulfill the last, simplest wish of getting close with girls?"
"No way, no way. This is supposed to be a dream that can fulfill all wishes, right?"
If he couldn't dream freely, then what was the point of dreaming at all?
After finally finding a feature that could be used, only for it to be forcibly interrupted—he was definitely leaving a terrible review.
Veins bulged on Sunday's forehead. He wished he could punch the shameless man opposite him straight into oblivion. "Those are not the people's beautiful wishes. Those are evil human desires!"
He wanted to create a heavenly kingdom of Order, where everyone was sacred and free of worries, enjoying the greatest possible blessings.
Desires such as lust and destruction were not permitted here. Most of the time, they would be automatically filtered out; in rare cases, he would forcibly suppress them himself.
Only hell, filled with demons, would be so filthy and corrupt.
"See? There you go getting worked up again." Sol shook his head slightly and clicked his tongue. "Human desire has always had two sides—good deeds that follow virtue, and destruction born of malice."
"You've blocked off half of human nature. How can this place be called a paradise? It's more like an evangelist's show—you're trying to guide their thinking."
"So, admit it. This place isn't that perfect."
"You want to create a virtual heaven, intoxicating people with its beauty."
"But clearly, you can't do that yet. Even if ordinary people can't tell reality from illusion and sink into your dream, they're not truly satisfied—they're sliding toward the abyss of Nihility."
If such a dream world were allowed to exist long-term, drawing in more and more lives—
Wouldn't this be yet another great abyss, following catastrophes like the Dusk Wars, the Swarm Disaster, and the Anti-Organic Wars, completely deviating from the Paths of Aeons such as Preservation, Harmony, Remembrance, Erudition, and Equilibrium?
His future big bro standing before him was, in truth, the incarnation of a great demon king born of human nature.
He was a critical threshold in life's spiritual pursuit—the embodiment of the question of the spirit's march toward Nihility.
Just as the Aeon of Nihility was the incarnate avatar of the greatest abstract crisis known as Nihility.
"What you say makes a lot of sense. There are indeed many shortcomings here." Sunday's golden eyes were earnest as he acknowledged it. "But nothing in this world is immutable. In the future, I will improve it based on your feedback—if there is a future."
He had let these people in precisely so they could give him advice.
So far, the feedback had been very solid.
"Undeniably so."
Sol nodded in satisfaction, clearly pleased with Sunday's response.
Sunday's face darkened as he ground his teeth. "That may be true, but wasn't our original topic your absurd ideas?"
"I really should let Robin see what you were just like! Then she wouldn't believe your nonsense!"
One thing at a time. Sol's critiques were valuable, but he had huge objections to that damned lust-driven wish.
His wonderful little sister—how could she be led astray by such a despicable hedonist?!
"Oh, so you noticed my change of topic."
Sol blinked, completely unapologetic, and said with a smile, "But I never hid that part. Robin walked straight into the flames of her own accord."
His third little Sparkle, fourth Silver Wolf, and fifth Black Swan had all been exposed in front of Robin already. He had never pretended to be some righteous gentleman.
"She saw that?"
Sunday froze, disbelief flashing across his face.
If she had seen it, why would she still rush forward? He trusted that his sister was obedient and clever since childhood—she wasn't some ignorant girl who'd be lured away by a flashy outsider.
Seeing through Sunday's confusion, Sol spoke with a trace of emotion. "Sometimes I really feel sorry for her. With such an unreliable big brother, how much pressure does she have to bear?"
"You want to shape a so-called heavenly kingdom of Order, to re-nurture Ena of Order. Several Aeons would never wish to see such an ending—you were doomed to fail from the very beginning."
"This is a beautiful dream. But the more magnificent the dream, the greater the pressure Robin will face when she wakes up. Accountability from other factions of The Family, the Interastral Peace Corporation taking advantage of the situation, and the voices of criticism from across the galaxy."
This outcome was foreseeable. Someone had to take responsibility for this incident. Even if Sunday himself and the Oak Family disappeared together, that enormous pressure would still fall upon those around them.
"Robin…"
Sunday admitted that Sol was right, his emotions wavering rarely.
On the path to godhood, one need not fear betrayal from mortals—their power was far too weak.
What truly required caution was the manifestation of Aeons, forces from an entirely different dimension. In an era where many Aeons coexisted, both reviving Ena and establishing a heavenly kingdom of Order were exceedingly unlikely.
His plan did indeed place far too much pressure on Robin.
"But actually, that isn't the key point." Sol smiled faintly. "If she didn't care about you, she could have flown far away on her own, still shining as the galaxy's brilliant songstress."
"Unfortunately, she wants to protect you—protect all of Penacony. That's why she's become so fragile."
One had to admire Robin's sense of responsibility. It was far beyond what ordinary people could manage.
Faced with such a catastrophic starting situation, she still persisted and pushed forward.
Even in the original timeline's far harsher circumstances, she had maneuvered between multiple major powers, carving out the best possible outcome for both Penacony and Sunday.
Of course, that ending wasn't truly good either—Penacony ended up jointly held by three parties, its sovereignty falling into a semi-collapsed state.
That was only because it was the Strategic Investment Department that came to Penacony instead of the Market Expansion Department. Otherwise, even the Astral Express's influence wouldn't have helped—Penacony would have truly become something like a colony.
"…"
Sunday fell silent, his heart weighed down heavily.
His ideals were firm, but he was not foolish. His experience leading the Oak Family had taught him just how difficult such things truly were.
Surrounded by wolves on all sides, trying to maintain balance was like snatching chestnuts from a fire.
Under the current circumstances, preserving both himself and Penacony was nearly impossible. Yet Robin had plunged in without hesitation.
"And after doing all that, she can't even allow herself a single moment of indulgence within the dream."
"As one of the Twins of Harmony, her perspective on this dream is probably similar to mine—she can easily see through its flaws."
"But fortunately, Robin met a great good man like me." Sol looked at Sunday, smiling with narrowed eyes. "From now on, the big brother she once relied on can no longer be her support—but she still has me."
"She came like a moth to the flame. I'll provide her shelter and help."
It was already the critical moment of harvest, and it seemed that Sunday was the only one he could share this joy with.
Though he felt a bit sorry, he truly couldn't help himself.
Just like villains who always reveal their inner journey at the final moment—if all the storms along the way were only witnessed by the protagonist alone, such an inspiring story would lose half its joy.
"It's my fault."
Sunday lowered his eyes and took a deep breath. "I dragged Robin into such an embarrassing predicament. From now on… I'll have to leave her in your care."
He made a difficult decision, going against the will he had upheld for so long.
It was hard to imagine—entrusting his sister to a man who had just tried to use his dream to devise a harem strategy.
But for Robin's sake, he had no choice but to accept this damned reality.
Sunday looked at the tall young man opposite him, grinding his teeth inwardly.
He was both furious and regretful.
The sister he had watched grow up since childhood was being taken away by this man—all because of his own carelessness.
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