"Heh... You're saying all this just to make him give up on helping me while he can?" He looked at Dahlia, a trace of coldness flashing through his eyes.
"You only figured that out now?" Dahlia smiled. Under the dark red light, her smile looked exceptionally radiant—and exceptionally dangerous.
"Unfortunately, Mr. Aventurine, it seems your luck has run out for the time being."
"Compared to always winning, I've always found the process of losing more interesting, more worth remembering. Would you like to give it a try?"
"What are you doing?" Black Swan could not understand Dahlia's actions, her eyes filled with confusion.
In her view, there was absolutely no need to make an enemy of such an important executive from the Company here and now.
"Have you forgotten? This is one of the tasks the Dream Master assigned me..." Dahlia's tone suddenly became somewhat serious.
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"Your moral bottom line really is flexible."
Black Swan stepped forward helplessly, placing herself between Dahlia and Aventurine before saying to him:
"Mr. Aventurine, congratulations on uncovering the truth behind [Death] and winning your wager with Mr. Sunday."
"But as far as I know, according to the usual rules of dreams, you should have appeared in Dreamville first, not here."
Aventurine smiled calmly, seemingly unconcerned by his earlier brush with danger.
"Ha, that explosion hurt so much that I never got the chance to enjoy a peaceful slumber."
"Because of it, I sank into a deeper, more chaotic Primordial Memory Zone. After that, it was my [desire], my wish, that guided me here." His explanation was somewhat abstruse.
"...?" Black Swan did not fully understand what Aventurine meant, and even Dahlia at her side revealed a curious expression.
Seeing their expressions, Aventurine calmly continued, with a hint of self-satisfaction in his tone:
"As