"How can you be sleeping at your age?"
With that, Leon cracked a whip on Phantylia.
"What's our slogan?"
"Work on sunny days, seize the cloudy days, treat a drizzle like a good day,
Treat the moonlight like daylight, one sunny day is worth two,
Work hard in light rain, work tougher in heavy rain, find a way to work in a storm, and work like hell when there's no rain! Work, work, work!"
Tasked with providing Heliobus energy, Phantylia recited through gritted teeth.
"Then why aren't you working? You think I'm keeping you around to do nothing?"
Leon cracked the whip again, stimulating her potential.
Phantylia's overall color shifted from cyan to crimson, yet the loyalty in her heart forced her not to resist.
"Enough, enough! This amount is sufficient for now."
The cyborg quickly called a stop.
To be honest, he originally had some aesthetic objections to her rabbit-headed appearance.
But when Phantylia could provide him with energy far exceeding that of a purebred Heliobus...
He suddenly found that rabbit head to be absolutely beautiful!
Even a straight-laced guy couldn't resist that!
He meant the stats.
"Thanks to your help, sir, these custom bullets will likely have a considerable deterrent effect even against an Emanator of Remembrance."
No other "demon sword" could achieve this effect.
Phantylia's power level was in a league of its own; as an Emanator of Destruction, any weapon created using her power was guaranteed to be devastatingly potent.
"Alright, everything's ready. Let's go over the plan," Boothill nodded.
"Our goal is to resolve the Holstein Great Silence, but that doesn't necessarily mean we have to go to war with the Garden of Recollection."
"Listen up. Our main mission is to retrieve the Memory Bubble related to 'Holstein.'"
"Once we get it, we retreat immediately. No unnecessary entanglement."
Boothill said gravely.
"But I came here to fight the Garden of Recollection."
Leon held the opposite view.
A bunch of scoundrels from the Garden who forcibly steal memories without permission were clearly within the jurisdiction of the Galaxy Rangers' crusade.
They were a huge XP pack.
Besides, what did they take people's precious memories for!?
"How about this... we still don't know how many high-tier combatants the Garden has."
Boothill hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and committed.
"If there's only one Emanator, we'll wipe them out. If there are two, we retreat!"
"Fine."
Leon agreed on the surface, already planning to send Boothill away when the time came.
Hehehe, the Garden of Recollection acts so arrogantly, harming people across the entire galaxy. Do they really think no one can stop them?
...
...
Garden of Recollection Branch.
After preparing their weapons, the two arrived at the location Boothill had scouted.
The surroundings were a barren wasteland, with nothing in sight.
Nowhere did it look like a Garden of Recollection branch stronghold, which puzzled Leon.
Boothill crouched down and felt around for a while.
"Son of a... finally found it!"
By tracking the residue of Path energy and using the powerful intuition of The Hunt, Boothill successfully found the entrance.
Bang!
He fired, and the special bullet shattered the disguise of Remembrance.
A life-sized mirror appeared before them, its surface swirling with a starry sky.
"You sure you don't want some of these anti-Memokeeper bullets?"
Before entering, Boothill asked Leon one more time.
"No need. I prefer to trust my own stats."
Leon pointed to Phantylia beside him. "Besides, if I really need some, I can just extract it on the spot."
"Alright."
Boothill nodded.
"The Garden of Recollection is a space created from the turbulent flow of Remembrance."
"I've broken into the Garden once before. There are many unknowns inside. After we enter, I can't guarantee we'll still be together."
"If we get separated, don't look for each other. Finding the Memory Bubble is the top priority."
"Every Ranger is prepared to sacrifice themselves for the cause. We rendezvous after getting the 'Holstein' Memory Bubble, understand?"
Boothill wore a solemn expression.
"Fine."
It didn't matter to Leon.
What's with all the fuss? Can't I just blow up the whole Garden in the end?
"Well then, good luck, brother!"
Boothill grinned, then was the first to fall into the mirror.
"Let's go."
Leon gestured to Phantylia, and they followed him into the Garden of Recollection.
...
...
The sensation of entering the Garden of Recollection was bizarre.
A massive amount of Memoria washed over his body, and the various emotions attached to others' memories assailed him.
A moment of carelessness could truly make one lose themselves and become a lamb to the slaughter.
Fortunately, Leon's will was strong enough.
Leon landed steadily on the ceiling.
"Flashy nonsense."
He commented, looking at the light-blue, circular Memory Bubbles that filled the area and the inverted space that stretched as far as the eye could see.
"Got any intel on the Path of Remembrance?" Leon glanced at Phantylia.
"The Remembrance faction is split into two schools."
The words left Phantylia's mouth before the thought of refusal could even form.
"The Cremators and the Garden of Recollection."
She sighed internally. She had to speak, even if she didn't want to.
Loyalty was insurmountable.
Being disloyal meant getting a lethal cocktail from The Hunt.
"Both originally belonged to the Garden of Recollection."
"It's just that some members' philosophies changed over the long years, and eventually they formed their own school."
"You mean they still have to sit at the same table for family dinner during the holidays? That kind of relationship?"
Leon thought of the classic dysfunctional family joke.
"...Yes," Phantylia replied, speechless.
"The philosophy of the Garden of Recollection is that every tiny fragment in the universe has a right to exist, and mortals have no authority to judge the value of a memory."
"The Cremators, on the other hand, believe everything must be ranked and sorted. Memories are no exception—the good are kept, the bad are erased."
"Lest they tarnish Fuli's Sudarśana Heaven."
Phantylia continued.
"You Galaxy Rangers are looking for the Cremators. This place is their stronghold."
"This pile of Memory Bubbles in front of you are memories they have discarded. The good memories are all kept in display cases."
Phantylia told him everything she knew. "The memory of Holstein is extraordinarily valuable; it should be in the latter group."
"Sounds like a lot of work."
Leon started walking, preparing to search the area.
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of empty footsteps echoed in the inverted space.
Leon walked past many abandoned Memory Bubbles.
Sealed within were the trivial happinesses of mortals, unrelated to any major event in the universe.
No wonder they were discarded.
"What do these guys take people's precious memories for?"
When Leon thought about how these victims' memories were not only treated like trash, but that the individuals themselves would also lose that part of their lives...
He felt compelled to fight for them.
If you forget the joy of gradually increasing your stats, forget the smile that unconsciously forms on your face while playing, then what's the point of life?
Seriously, as a Galaxy Ranger, he really had to annihilate the Cremators.
"Is there something inside..."
As he walked, he came to a closed door, and his intuition told him something big was hidden here.
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