Chapter 571

Violet hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand, and a bright purple-red flower appeared in her palm.

"Usually, when customers need to convey their feelings, they only need to place a purple flower on the door, and I will come to them in response to their thoughts. However, the starry sky is too far away, and I cannot be everywhere... If the Trailblaze Crew needs to deliver a message, please use this flower. Hang it on the train door, and I will come as summoned."

Violet explained the rules and handed the flower to Himeko.

Then, as if remembering something, she turned to Pom-Pom and said earnestly:

"Of course, this requires the train conductor's permission first. Would this method violate train regulations?"

"No problem! As long as it's not deliberate vandalism or unauthorized intrusion, the train welcomes all friendly visitors! Hanging a flower on the door is perfectly fine too!"

"You are a responsible, generous and understanding gentleman, Mr. Pom-Pom."

"A gentleman... a gentleman? Hehehe, me too, it's alright~~"

The puppet train conductor put his hands together and started to writhe.

March 7th couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Pom-Pom has been completely won over!"

Welt nodded.

But then again, who wouldn't like a good-looking and polite child?

"Himeko. La Signora, and the others, do you have any further questions?"

"No, please come again next time."

"Okay, then I'll take my leave."

Violet, carrying her suitcase, bowed in farewell, and then her figure faded and disappeared from the sight of the Trailblaze Crew.

She stepped into the world of memories once again.

The shackles of matter and space have disappeared, leaving only countless fragments of memories from ancient times to the present, interwoven and linked together, forming both a historical monument and an infinite road.

Violet held the letter, sensing the shared memories of Himeko and Ragna contained within it. The connection between the two memories guided her. Just as she had arrived, Violet easily returned to the distant alien planet.

'An incredible ability.'

'Although I have no intention of becoming a star god, the value of my destiny cannot be ignored.'

'The power of the Finality, corresponding to civilization, inherently possesses infinite variations. If one deeply understands the functional characteristics of different destinies, and then exercises the power of the Finality ... given sufficient energy accumulation, the Herrscher of Finality can become equivalent to a multi-destiny Emanator, or even a Star God!'

This is the value of the Great Universe, this is the value of the new system.

Just imagining that future made Violet's heart tremble with excitement.

Then she knocked on Ragna's door.

"Who?"

"La Signora. Ragna, this is your reply."

"Ah?"

Ragna blinked in astonishment. He'd received a reply this morning to a letter sent last night. Even for local mail, such efficiency was unparalleled; how much more so for interstellar mail?

Could it be that Himeko has returned? Or was it all just a prank from beginning to end?

Ragna's mind was buzzing. He took the letter but didn't know how to react. By the time he came to his senses, the serene and beautiful Auto Memory Doll had already left.

Violet finished her work and walked down the street, looking thoughtfully at her hands.

'Indeed, philosophical concepts are abstract. Those Pathwalker don't rely on conventional methods, require no practice, and simply increase their available energy by practicing their destiny and taking actions related to it... In other words, I can become stronger simply by repeating the previous rituals. Are those who practice their destiny favored by it?'

Violet smiled slightly, realizing what she needed to do.

That is to continue her cosplay, and to cosplay even better, to cosplay into the Cosmic Realm.

'However, Ninti is unaware of this information yet, so I must begin exploring the Path of Destiny. It's alright, who goes first doesn't matter; it's all for the benefit of the Anqi Faction.'

Violet stopped, picked up the suitcase, and gently stroked the leather surface of the suitcase.

She could sense that the box and the typewriter inside it had acquired a strange power because they were part of her destiny.

Through the box and the typewriter, she looked ahead again—this time without the aid of a camera, Violet directly sensed every purple flower hanging on the door of this planet, and saw the memories of longing condensed within the flowers.

Ah, fate, this thing, it's so damn abstract!

Violet smiled, transcending the boundary between reality and memory, and calmly walked towards the memory closest to her.