After the words were spoken, the air fell into a deathly silence.
Gallagher laughed for quite a while after hearing Sunday's revelation.
"Haha... hahahahaha! You've got guts, impressive! I underestimated you..."
Faced with Gallagher's relentless advance, Sunday's body tensed almost imperceptibly, and he subconsciously took a half-step back.
"I admire you. But so what? Does that prove I killed your sister? And how powerful would I need to be to disappear with a [ Emanator ]?"
Gallagher chuckled softly; this little bird probably overestimated him.
"That proves you and the Memory Zone Meme [Death] are birds of a feather—that's enough."
"Listen carefully..." Sunday's voice finally trembled slightly.
"I don't care how you did it... I only care about one thing now, the answer to one question--"
"You bastard, you damned stray dog, why did you kill her?!"
Gallagher remained unusually calm in the face of this question.
He walked straight to the sofa and sat down, flicking open the old-fashioned lighter with a "click," the golden flame leaping continuously.
"Those involved are often blinded... People can't see the sand in their own eyes; they only know that the sand is there."
"Want an answer? I can give you one; it's all because of that damn... twist of fate."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sunday noticed a dark figure appear silently behind him and turned around abruptly:
A Memory Zone Meme, its entire body shimmering with silvery-white starlight and seemingly transformed, stared at him.
Upon closer inspection, a unique, refreshing fragrance can be detected on Sunday, sweet but not cloying... It's similar to a beverage, but not like SoulGlad, which is quite strange.
At the core of its body is a huge, multifaceted crystal that appears to be sculpted from solidified tears, which the modifiers call the " Tear of Eternity ".
"That familiar power... [ Eternity ]?!"
He looked at Gallagher in disbelief. Could it be that the death of the Robin was truly a conspiracy between the Church and this hound?!
"Hahaha~ What a wild idea, with a halo... I'm admiring you more and more."
The tone shifted, Gallagher's voice turning cold. "But here's a piece of advice: watch your words and actions."
At the Clock Studios Paradise, ' Acheron ' stared at the terrifying crack in the sky, unsure of what to say.
She turned to look at Fulisina, who was also silent.
Then, ' Acheron's' gaze fell on the Oak Family employees who were gathered in a circle.
"... We don't plan to do anything." Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion.
"That's not up to you."
The child at the head spoke, and his voice encompassed the voices of countless men, women, and children.
"Did you know? People who arrive at their Land of the Dreams for the first time will instinctively stop in their tracks to make sure they are still standing on solid ground. Then, they will all look up at the sky without even realizing it."
"Whether in reality or in dreams, looking up at the sky is a human instinct. Since the day [ Golden Hour ] was completed, it has always been there, watching over every night of revelry and debauchery."
"But now this night sky has been ruthlessly severed, stained with the gloom of [ Nihility ] and the irreversible [ Eternity ]. And this process... is merely a matter of a single thought from you."
The will of the [ Dream Master ] focused on Fulisina through countless faces, his voice chilling to the bone.
"It is with great regret that the [ The Family's ] cooperation with the Church comes to an end. This grand event has gathered far too many guests who should not have been invited."
Even though [ Harmony ] encompasses everything, for the sake of Penacony's peace, I must still issue an order to leave some of them...
" The Planet of Festivities cannot accommodate the puppet of ' Eternity,' much less the puppet of ' Nihility.' Those who live in the shadows need not step onto the stage of light."
Upon hearing this, Fulisina's expression underwent a subtle change, but her words were stopped by ' Acheron ' raising his hand.
"In terms of living in the shadows, we should be no different." ' Acheron's' lips curled into an enigmatic smile as he casually pointed his finger at the terrifying rift in the sky.
So this masterpiece is actually a gift for you... Do you like it?
"And... didn't anyone teach you that you should reveal your true self when talking to others? Penacony's [ Dream Master ]."
Her gaze pierced through the child's body, looking directly at the myriad wills behind it.
Fulisina blinked, then tilted her head in confusion. It seemed a bit contradictory for Him to say that... Well, Lord Yite must have had a deeper meaning in doing this. As long as He's happy.
"Haha~ Now there's another reason why we can't let you stay."
"But whether you believe it or not, this is the real [me]." [ The Dream Master ] snapped his fingers crisply, and the circle of the Oak Family members gradually tightened.
"Not only that, every single one of them is."
"So that's what 'united as one' means... No wonder it's the Family."
' Acheron ' raised its eyes with interest, glancing at the deep purple night thrush standing still on the iron pole in the distance.
"My mortal body has long since vanished; the 107,336 children of the Oak Family are now my eyes, ears, and mouth. In times of need, I will spread joy in this beautiful dream; when necessary... I will banish sin from this Paradise for me."
"Sounds like you're asking me to leave Penacony?" ' Acheron's' tone remained lazy, as if he didn't care at all.
"I'm glad you still have self-awareness, but to be precise..." [ The Dream Master ]'s lips curled slightly. "... it was you who didn't even have the word 'please'."
"No problem, let's go."
Before he could finish speaking, ' Acheron ' turned around decisively and walked away without looking back.
Just kidding, the Dream Master didn't say they couldn't come back; it's just a formality.
The Dream Master was equally surprised, clearly not expecting ' Acheron ' to agree so readily. Really?
Sure enough, ' Acheron ' stopped after taking only a few steps.
"Are you mocking me?" The [ Dream Master's] voice was solemn, and the child's face was covered in frost.
"No... Before I leave, I want to give you one more gift. You're not the first, nor will you be the last, person to show such malice after knowing 'my' identity."
"This has happened far too many times. When I ask them questions, most people will retort, 'Why not?'"
' Acheron ' slowly turned around, "But the outcome... will always be impossible, and it will never change."
As Fulisina gazed at ' Acheron's' retreating figure, her eyes blazed with almost fanatical excitement. She had once again witnessed Lord Yite's unparalleled acting skills!
This aura of looking down upon all living beings—it's a pity that this awe-inspiring scene could not be witnessed by more believers in [ Eternity ].
"You are confident, but remember— our the Family is humble, but never weak. The melody of [ Harmony ] resonates throughout the world. If you do not obey, the moment that long sword is drawn, you will never escape the wrath of [ The Great Septimus ] for the rest of your life."
Legend has it that when the Family first arrived, the infamous Antimatter Legion coveted Penacony's territory.
The Family held a special " Charmony Festival " at the time, which summoned not the " The Choir," but an enraged " The Great Septimus."
The "Sword of Shared Fate " was sheathed by 4.63 million hunting dogs, forming an endless rainbow. When the refugees looked up, they only saw that the endless Voidranger had been swallowed up by the seven-colored radiance.
From then on, the iron hooves of [ Destruction ] never set foot on the Planet of Festivities again, which is enough to prove the value of [ The Great Septimus ].
At the core of Fulisina's unwavering faith, only one thought shone: even if [ The Great Septimus ] was an avatar of [ Harmony ] Xipe, it was nothing but a futile struggle before the supreme Lord Yite.
"And before that... one hundred and thirty-seven people, these are the foreigners I have personally exiled since becoming the Dream Master. Among them, some have broken my wings, some have burned my body..."
"But today, I still stand here, and I don't mind adding another entry to that number."