"But unlike the Stellaron Hunters and the Astral Express, we've come together... simply for [each to get what they need]."
"The ten of us each have our own origins and our own destinies. And along this journey, we were invited by [ Diamond ] to travel with him."
"This journey can be short or long. Because each of us has an emptiness in our hearts, which we can only fill by constantly relying on external things."
"And [ Diamond ], he promised—to divide the [ Preservation ] Emanator tenfold, adding [ Cornerstone ] to that void."
"Flesh and blood are fragile, but my heart is as solid as polished stone. Otherwise, the way of ' Preservation ' would have no foundation."
"So do you understand now? This is not just a vow, but a pledge we [the ten of us] have made in exchange for opportunity, wealth, survival, and tomorrow..."
"And whatever they gain in return will make the [ Stoneheart ] even more indestructible, enabling it to achieve the great feat of [ Preservation ] in the inevitable [ War of the Aeons ]."
The Firefly fell silent, leaving only a stagnant buzzing in the room.
After a long silence, a complex mix of emotions flashed in her eyes. "... I understand."
"Go, child, you don't need to give an answer immediately." Jade regained her initial elegance, as if her previous confession had never happened. "Like I said, what I'm best at is waiting."
Her gaze drifted to the deep starry sky outside the window. "If fate truly turns that page, we will naturally meet again."
Meanwhile, in the cockpit of the [ The Radiant Feldspar ]
' Lycurgus's ' watertight and perfectly reasonable argument left March 7th speechless for a moment.
Xing wasn't so easily persuaded. She crossed her arms and scanned back and forth between the warning sign and the group of Origami Bird that looked lively and not at all like they were resting.
"Responsibilities? So this sign that names you is also your responsibility? Pink-haired photographer... March 7th just likes taking pictures."
"Oh, about that..." ' Lycurgus's' robotic arm gracefully pointed to March 7th's camera, "Dear Miss March 7th, your passion for the art of photography is admirable."
"However, the Origami Bird possess an extremely keen sense of energy, especially those... that embody a Trailblaze spirit."
His tone seemed to draw out slightly, "This will cause unpredictable shifts in the balance of the [ The Radiant Feldspar ], potentially leading to... well, 'artistic' distortions in the Origami Bird ' routines and even their flight paths."
"This clearly violates conservation principles. As for 'accompanying personnel'..."
' Lycurgus's' gaze drifted subtly towards the star, carrying a formulaic apology, "According to the supplementary explanation of Article 8 of the Penacony [ The Radiant Feldspar ] Code of Conduct, potential destabilizing factors must be isolated as well."
"Unstable factors?!"
Xing almost jumped up. How dare this guy talk about Galactic Baseballer like that? And what did he mean by causing the [ The Radiant Feldspar ] to shift? She has a Stellaron inside her; it shouldn't be that heavy, right?
' Lycurgus ' replied quickly, as if it were a pre-programmed script, 'Please understand, it's all for the harmony and peace of the Origami Bird.'
On March 7th, watching ' Lycurgus ' earnestly explain this seemingly absurd yet plausible reason, and recalling the warning sign that sounded like a prophetic omen, he thought...
A surge of anger mixed with a sense of absurdity welled up inside her. She gripped the camera tightly, her short pink hair practically standing on end in frustration. "Wow... your excuse is just too ridiculous! You really didn't make this up?"
"And this sign being placed here was clearly premeditated! My photography skills are beyond question!"
"Xing, I have a feeling this guy is trying to fool us, be careful."
' Lycurgus ' nodded slightly, as if accepting some kind of praise.
"Miss March 7th, your passion... shines as brightly as your hair color, but rules are rules."
Its metal shell gleamed with a cold luster under the soft lights of the observation deck, blocking the only entrance to the Origami Bird area like an insurmountable high wall.
Beneath ' Lycurgus's' seemingly polite demeanor, an elusive "silence" permeated the air, as if eagerly awaiting their next reaction. Xing vaguely sensed a hint of danger.
She stared at ' Lycurgus's ' expressionless face, then at the sullen March 7th, and finally her gaze fell on the group of what looked like Origami Bird.
A bold idea... no, the Trailblaze spirit of the Galactic Baseballer, began to stir in her eyes.
Rules? Ha... aren't they meant to be broken?
For the safety of the Origami Bird, the righteous Galactic Baseballer steps forward, ready to wage an unprecedented battle against the ' Intellitron ' who claims to be the administrator!
Xing's eyes suddenly sharpened, and the next second, she darted out like an arrow released from a bow.
The target was not ' Lycurgus ' directly in front of Him, but rather a slightly open area beside Him, and the speed of the movement even created a slight gust of air.
Her actions were completely unexpected, filled with the unwavering determination of a Trailblaze Nameless. Today, nothing can stop Galactic Baseballer from saving her Origami Bird friend!
At the Dreamjolt Bar, Ye Yan stared at Fulisina, who was lingering at the bar, lost in thought.
Ye Yan handed Fulisina another cup of milk tea; he already knew who the next person would be.
" Fulisina, mind your manners."
A calm and authoritative voice rang out, and a blond man walked in slowly. He was as upright as a pine tree, with a handsome face and golden eyes that held the wisdom and vicissitudes of countless Years.
He was dressed in a meticulously tailored dark tunic symbolizing the supreme authority of the Church of Eternity, with a sash embroidered with star patterns draped over his shoulders; every step he took exuded an unshakeable majesty.
Without a doubt, this is the supreme Chair the [ Church of Eternity ] —Blake.
The moment Blake entered the Dreamjolt Bar, his gaze swept precisely over Fulisina at the bar, before finally settling reverently on Ye Yan.
Ignoring Fulisina's shocked gaze, he stepped forward and bowed deeply in Ye Yan's direction with an ancient and solemn gesture, his right hand on his chest, and said in a low voice, "My lord."
Two simple words contain a thousand meanings.
Ye Yan's gaze swept calmly over Blake and Fulisina, who was trying hard to appear composed, and the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch upwards very slightly.
Shouldn't [ Dreamjolt Bar ] be renamed [ Eternity Bar ]?
They appeared one after another, following the order in which the Church members appeared. Next, it should be Screwllum to come here.
This time, Ye Yan didn't fixate on the gleaming glass. Instead, he sat on a high stool and pushed the 'identity card' symbolizing the bartender of [ Dreamjolt Bar ] to the two of them.
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