What Is the Object of Death

Trait Devour triggered for the first time! Target deceased, analyzing... Analysis complete!

Temporary trait obtained in the simulation: Sneak Attack (Blue).

Effect: Enhances the next attack, dealing a large amount of additional damage, with a chance to inflict Defense Down.

This is a one-time trait. Load it? (Current loadable trait slots: 0/3)

Hearing the system prompt, Jiang Mo was delighted. He had finally used it—Trait Devour!

Though it was only a three-star critical-hit trait, it was better than nothing.

At least it proved that this trait worked and really could capture other people's traits.

It also gave quite a lot of Villain Points. It seemed the system liked fighting violence with violence—definitely a bonus.

No matter what, he should load the trait first.

Sneak Attack loaded successfully. Current loadable trait slots: 1/3)

At twenty-one, while handling Family affairs, you discovered that somewhere deep within the Penacony Grand Theater, there seemed to be an unstable yet immensely powerful source of energy.

One quiet night, you avoided all watchful eyes and infiltrated the deepest part of the Penacony Grand Theater alone.

In the end, you saw a Stellaron radiating an ominous purple-black glow...

At that moment, a familiar figure appeared soundlessly behind you.

"Looks like you found this place after all, my most outstanding child."

You were not surprised to see Geffert when you turned around. You only wondered why there was a Stellaron here.

But he did not explain where the Stellaron had come from. Instead, he revealed a secret you had vaguely anticipated.

"I never truly believed in Harmony," Geffert said, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's. "The blueprint painted by Xipe and the Family is far too weak. It cannot eradicate chaos."

"Everything I have done, every plan I have laid over the years, has had only one ultimate purpose."

"To resurrect that ancient Aeon who fell long ago, yet represents the ultimate truth of the universe—Order!"

He spoke with fanatical devotion.

"And this Stellaron, along with all of Penacony, will be the cradle and sacrifice for Their return to this world."

Geffert's gaze locked tightly onto you. "Sunday, I know that deep down, you have long agreed with the ideals of Order."

"The age of Harmony is destined to end. Only absolute Order can bring true and eternal peace."

"Join me. Become the first apostle of Order's revival."

"We will join hands and create a flawless, perfect new world."

He paused, his voice becoming even more alluring.

"A new world... where your most beloved sister can remain safe forever and sing without a care."

That final sentence struck precisely at the most obsessive part of your heart.

Faced with Geffert's invitation, you chose—

1. Agree. This plan suited your dream perfectly, and you wanted to spare no effort in helping him realize this beautiful vision.

2. Refuse. The plan was too insane and dangerous. Geffert could not be trusted. You would insist on advancing Order in your own way.

3. Play along. Pretend to join him, but remain absolutely vigilant and use Geffert's plans and resources to achieve your own goals.

Seeing the options, Jiang Mo thought for a moment.

Agree or refuse?

Hmm... no, neither would do. Option 3 was better.

For Order, for his sister, Sunday could pay any price.

And Geffert was nothing more than a stepping stone on his climb upward.

First, he would cooperate with him in name. Then he would use him, drain him dry, and ultimately... replace him!

You chose to play along. Villain Points +50.

You expressed your agreement with "Order" to Geffert, along with your determination to devote yourself to it.

Geffert was extremely satisfied with your resolve and began revealing more about the forces of "Order," the Stellaron, and the details of his resurrection plan.

At twenty-two, you began navigating between Geffert and the Family.

On the surface, you used the new authority and resources Geffert had granted you to actively advance the plan to revive "Order."

In secret, however, you remained utterly wary of Geffert, waiting for the right opportunity.

At the same time, you quietly began investigating Penacony's secrets.

During one investigation, you accidentally came into contact with traces of extremely ancient residual energy.

It was neither "Harmony" nor "Order."

Instead, it was a... terrifying aura that seemed endlessly abundant, madly proliferating, and chilling to the depths of your soul.

The waters of Penacony were even murkier than you had expected.

This power was strong, but it was also dangerous.

Yet you believed that any power, so long as it could be assimilated by Order and used by you, would become perfect and harmless.

So, you touched it...

At twenty-three, Robin's injuries had fully healed. Compared to before, her vocal cords had suffered almost no damage. Her singing remained beautiful, perhaps even more beautiful than before.

Yet because of this, Robin once again longed to sing and yearned for the world outside. She naïvely believed that, now that she had recovered, she could continue using her voice to spread the joy of Harmony throughout the universe.

However, under the name of protecting her, you still refused her request to leave.

Once a cage had been built, how could it be so easily broken?

Yet that day, Robin hid it from you and carefully planned an escape.

Through secret channels, she contacted old friends and quietly arranged a ship to leave Penacony, preparing to head for the next planet in need of her singing.

Unfortunately, none of her little moves could escape your eyes.

Just before she was about to depart, you appeared on the path she had to take and stopped her.

The unexpected encounter instantly drained all color from Robin's eager face.

She looked at you in terror, trembling slightly like a child who had done something wrong.

You did not get angry. You did not blame her. You did not even raise your voice.

You merely gazed deeply at her with an almost sorrowful look.

Then, you spoke.

Your tone was gentle, yet it carried a suffocating sense of pressure.

You told her that you could not imagine what would become of you if she were to suffer another accident.

The terror of losing her, the agony of being powerless, would be enough to completely destroy you.

Every word pierced her heart; every sentence seemed stained with blood and tears.

Your words seemed to possess some kind of magic. Robin listened for only a moment before her psychological defenses collapsed completely.

Guilt, self-reproach, and countless emotions drowned her.

With tears blurring her eyes, she apologized to you through sobs and promised that she would never make you worry again.

After that, Robin completely gave up on leaving Penacony.

She became quieter and increasingly dependent on you.

She no longer took the initiative to mention the outside world or her singing career. She even showed avoidance and a trace of fear toward such information.

You were incomparably satisfied with this outcome. You believed your protection had succeeded, and your sister was finally completely safe.

At twenty-four, within Dewlight Pavilion, your sister Robin's living environment became even more exquisite and luxurious, but also even more isolated from the world.

Every letter, information stream, and even book delivered into her hands had to be personally screened by you.

You claimed that this was to "filter out the noise and malice of the outside world," allowing her to recuperate peacefully in a pure, undisturbed environment.

Robin believed this completely.

Most of the time, she stayed quietly in her room like an exquisite doll.

She practiced the scores you selected for her and reread the letters you had written to her in the past over and over again.

She seemed to have truly lost interest in the outside world.

Every day and night, she only looked forward desperately to the time when you would come to visit her.

You had become the only light and color in her monotonous life.

Your high-pressure policies and centralized behavior finally caused unease among some conservative elders within the Family.

One particularly senior elder from a collateral branch attempted to join forces with several others and question some of your decisions during a Family meeting, citing "excessively radical actions that could trigger unrest."

However, you seemed to have prepared for this long ago. You struck first, defining their doubts as an open challenge to the authority of the current Family head!

Then, like a hunter who had long laid his trap, you produced the evidence you had prepared.

It was irrefutable proof that this elder had used his position to secretly profit for himself and had even colluded with outside forces!

Faced with conclusive evidence and your overwhelming pressure, the elder had no defense. He was stripped of power on the spot, then secretly dealt with by you on charges of "endangering Family order."

The remaining questioners fell silent in terror.

"Does anyone else have objections?"

No one dared respond.

From then on, your position as Family head was as stable as a mountain, impossible for anyone to shake.

At twenty-five, Robin, who had remained in a semi-isolated state for a long time, had become dependent on you to the extreme.

Her world had narrowed until it seemed to contain almost no one but you. All her joys and sorrows appeared to revolve around you.

Whenever you finished work and went to visit her, she would always beam with happiness. "Brother, did work go smoothly today?" "Thanks for all your hard work, Brother... Shall we play together today? I wrote a new song for you."

Or she would nestle against you and tell you contentedly, "Brother, as long as you're here, I feel so happy and safe."

Her eyes were filled with trust, along with an intense emotion that grew stronger by the day, nearly reaching madness.

You began guiding her deliberately.

You made her believe that if her singing were used to serve your "Order," it would wield a power even greater than "Harmony," a power capable of changing the world.

Something Unto Death

At twenty-six, Penacony's long-prepared Symphony Gala finally drew near.

Guests invited from all corners of the universe arrived one after another.

On the surface, Penacony was immersed in a grand scene of songs, dances, and prosperity.

But you, Sunday, head of the Oak Family, had already cast a vast net behind the scenes and planned everything out.

That day, the highly anticipated Nameless—the members of the Astral Express—arrived in Penacony.

You happened to be handling affairs in the lobby of the Daydream Hotel.

Your gaze swept across those faces, each with a distinct temperament.

Your instincts told you that these people were entangled in exceptionally complex karma.

They were enormous variables and potential threats to your plans.

At the same time, from the corner of your eye, you noticed a blond young man dressed in extravagant clothes not far away.

He was watching everything with great interest, a faint smile on his lips.

You sensed the same strong incongruity from him.

It was as though immense ambition and calculation, carefully concealed, were practically spilling out.

The guests entered the dream one after another.