Sunday spoke coldly, recalling some deeply unpleasant things. For example, some people could buy indulgences once they had money, then come to the Family to confess.
"Cut it out. You still haven't changed back..."
"Are you afraid the evil spirits will notice your scent, then Ruan Mei and Herta will besiege you again? If you can't withstand the pressure of two Emissaries of Intellect, there's no way you can stand against the Corporation."
The silver-haired beauty's first words made Sunday's eyelid twitch. This guy was far too sharp-tongued...
That mocking attitude, that complete disregard for an Emissary's status... it felt like he had seen it somewhere before.
"Say whatever you want. I'm very grateful to you. After all, without you, it would have been difficult for me to contact certain friends while Herta and Ruan Mei were still on Jarilo."
Before Sunday had even finished speaking, his gaze shot like a sword toward Screwllum and Pom-Pom, its edge fully revealed.
"Then let us raise the curtain on this game."
Screwllum's words sounded like a battle horn, awakening the stagnant air. The Stellar Train immediately set off for outer space, hoping to avoid involving too many people.
Sunday slowly closed his eyes. Dreams surged in like a tide, tightly linking his consciousness with Pom-Pom and Screwllum, as though weaving an intricate web of thought.
Pom-Pom, the floppy-eared rabbit who had personally witnessed the power of an Aeon, possessed the most precious spell blueprint in his memories!!
And the God Sunday's powerful power of Order was like the work of a skillful craftsman, assembling those hazy fragments of Pom-Pom's memories into a vivid tableau of reality.
Screwllum's computational power was like a tireless sculptor, constantly chiseling and refining this model through repeated denial, eliminating every possibility of failure and making it ever