[Announcement: This viewing session has concluded. The next viewing will begin in 1 day, with the title: I Will Ignite the Ocean!]
[Silver Wolf: In every sense of the word, this was a video full of malice.]
[Huo Huo: Boohoo, so pitiful, Firefly died~ and became Firefly-chan~]
[Huo Huo: But Xiao Hui Mao, don't be sad, after all, if you win the resurrection match, you might even have a chance to appear again!]
[Aventurine: Oh, Ignite the Ocean, sounds like a very powerful friend.]
[Firefly: Yes, yes.]
At the Oak Family Manor, Sunday watched the final scene where Firefly was pierced, his eyes shifting between light and shadow.
This injury was exactly the same as Robin's in his previous viewing. So that's it, the Memory Zone Meme called 'death'...
There must be a mastermind behind this, but... who exactly is the other party?
Sunday's mind raced through various possible suspects: The Riddler, The Fool, the Company... but he quickly dismissed them one by one. Although most of these individuals acted erratically, they didn't seem to possess the corresponding ability or motive. So, who could it be?
Could it be a Memory Zone Meme controlled by the Clockmaker's lackey?
Sunday couldn't help but frown, falling into deep thought. The name Clockmaker had always been shrouded in mystery; his true origins and family had yet to be uncovered. And now, all the incidents that had occurred, upon closer inspection, seemed to be related to his so-called legacy.
While contemplating, Sunday slowly raised his head, his gaze falling upon the newly updated suspect list in his hand. It was densely packed with names.
"The lackey hidden within the Family…" Sunday murmured softly, a hint of determination in his voice, "No matter how you hide, you cannot escape my eyes. If you dare lay a hand on my sister, then don't blame me for being merciless!"
Thinking of this, Sunday's fists involuntarily clenched. Time was short; if he couldn't quickly find and eliminate the enemies lurking within the Family, the consequences would be unimaginable.
— — — — — — — —
In the deepest part of the dream, Gallagher stood quietly at the edge of Dreamscape Reef, his gaze fixed on the huge void in the distant front, muttering to himself:
"Old man… your plan might really be about to come true."
The Nameless of the Astral Express, the enigmatic Fool, and the seemingly well-behaved Company executive—in the future shown in the viewing, various forces were drawn into it, and upon seeing Xiuyan appear, he quickly realized that he himself would soon be exposed.
"Although those Nameless are young, they are indeed capable of doing this... just like you all were back then." Gallagher gently swirled the wine glass in his hand.
"What a pity, you couldn't witness this scene with your own eyes." Gallagher sighed, accompanied by a bitter smile, "I'm afraid I won't have that fortune either... When 'fiction' is seen through, it's as good as not existing." As if foreseeing his own end, an inexpressible melancholy welled up in his heart.
"Mikhail, Mikhail, I don't know if what they say is true, but if you yearn for freedom, do you deserve to go to hell…."
"Then I'll be going down to find you soon, old man."
"Let's have dinner together again in hell…"
.....
At the same time, Jarilo-VI synchronized orbit, Astral Express
"It's over! It's finally over! Uncle Yang, Himeko!" Star tightly hugged her phone, letting out a bloodcurdling scream.
"Don't worry, Star." Himeko sighed helplessly, comforting her, "Your 'little girlfriend' is safe and sound now."
March 7th nodded repeatedly in agreement: "Yes, we also think, just as Black Swan said, everyone here seems to have unknown secrets, each with their own ulterior motives, hiding themselves too deeply!"
"While that's true!" Star said, "The waters of Penacony are too deep, and besides, she's just a stowaway, maybe she can't even leave the dream on her own!"
"Little March, Star, don't be so anxious." Welt gently shook his head, turning his gaze to Dan Heng, and asked, "How is it, have you found any useful information in the database?"
Dan Heng also shook his head, a hint of apology on his face: "Currently, this is all the content that can be found. It's very regrettable; it seems a lot of key information was lost before."
"This makes things difficult…" Before Welt could finish his sentence, a clear holographic projection suddenly appeared in the viewing carriage without warning.
It was a woman, holding an exquisite umbrella, wearing leather boots and a long coat, looking heroic and dashing, as if she had stepped out of a magazine—this person was none other than the Stellaron Hunter, Kafka.
"Long time no see~~ everyone on the Astral Express, I am Kafka." She raised her head, her gaze sharp, sweeping over everyone in the room.
Welt reached out and adjusted his glasses, his right hand lightly gripping the cane he held.
Himeko raised her hand, as if admiring the bracelet on her wrist.
And Star, who was beside them, regained her calm expression after seeing Kafka, looking at her obediently.
When Kafka saw Star, a subtle smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, then she spoke:
"The timing is excellent, everyone is here." Her lips curved slightly upwards, especially when she saw Dan Heng, her eyes seemed to hold a deeper meaning, "Even... more perfect than originally envisioned, everyone is present."
Pam, on the other hand, looked at Kafka blankly, then turned to look at Welt, and then shifted his gaze back to Kafka, looking left and right for a while before coming back to his senses.
"Charming self-introductions are quite unnecessary," Himeko said, her tone somewhat stiff, "Stellaron Hunter."
"Himeko," she extended her hand in a gesture, "right?"
"I apologize for interrupting your gathering, but I believe that once you hear my request, you will understand my intrusion."
As she spoke, her projection walked to one side of The Train, lightly tapping her finger on the table while softly saying, "I want to ask you—to change your destination."
Himeko did not reply, but instead asked coolly, "Stellaron Hunter, I've seen you, but it was on the Company's bounty list. That's an astronomical amount of bounty—and dead or alive. Do you know what your bounty is?"
"I don't really care," Kafka shook her head indifferently, "The Company's bounty list, rather than a bad reputation, is more like high praise. The larger the number, the greater the praise."