Astral Express, Parlor Car
"Yay! I'm going back to my room to check the camera's storage space! We're going to take some beautiful photos this time!"
"Please also share this [good news] with Miss Black Swan."
And so, everyone returned to their rooms. Exploring the world beyond the star map for the first time would have been exciting for anyone.
The second floor of the Party Car, Star's room
She and March 7th looked at the large milk tea-shaped plush pillows piled up in front of their bed, and the corners of their mouths unconsciously turned up slightly.
I can't believe it's been so long... It feels like just yesterday I was boarding the train.
"Hey, you know what? I just opened my camera and found myself looking at old photos without even realizing it."
On March 7th, flipping through the photo album, she said, "Let me ask you, from the beginning to the end of a journey, what was your favorite moment?"
"Of course, it's at the beginning of the journey, when facing the unknown, that truly embodies the Trailblaze spirit of the Galactic Baseballer!"
"Oh, then let's take a couple of pictures as soon as we land in Amphoreus!"
"Oh dear! I can't just keep chatting, I need to prepare a few more batteries, just in case I leave them in some really remote place."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xing picked up a battery and poured a trace of Imaginary Energy into it.
"As long as [ Eternity ] exists, there's never any need to worry about battery power! Except when it breaks down."
On March 7th, Xing rushed back to pack her luggage. After much deliberation, she concluded that inadequate preparation was equivalent to no preparation at all!
So she simply threw her luggage aside and prepared for the extreme challenge of 'living on a strange planet for 100 days with nothing'!
Well, being prepared is better than being unprepared; formalism has its necessity.
In the Party Car, Xing sat on a soft sofa, sipping milk tea. She'd gotten used to warp jumps after a few experiences.
Still refusing to believe in superstitions, on March 7th, he squatted in a horse stance, hands clasped together, muttering incantations:
"I won't fall, I won't fall..."
This spirit of getting back up after falling down is truly precious, and Xing cast an approving glance at March 7th.
[Attention passengers! The train is about to make a jump! Please hold on tight!]
With a slight sway of the carriage, a familiar feeling spread through Xing's body once again, and she knew in her heart that something was wrong.
"No way, not again..."
The whispers of the stars were swallowed up by the hum of the jump.
The familiar feeling of weightlessness enveloped my entire body, and my consciousness spread rapidly like a drop of ink thrown into water.
Those broken, uncontrollable fragments of Remembrance surged forth once more:
She saw the majestic deity bathed in the Destruction Black Tide, its figure as tenacious as an ancient reef.
She saw a silver-haired figure descend from the sky, its holy radiance dispelling the gloom and extending a helping hand to those in despair...
Are these... scenes from the future?
The thought had barely formed when the scene abruptly shifted—a slippery bar of soap was spinning in the air.
Immediately afterwards, Xing's vision was captured by a cup of clear milk tea with a straw, emitting an enticingly sweet aroma.
Wait, why are there soap and milk tea too? This isn't a proper precognitive dream, is it?
Meanwhile, the Scepter δ-me13 - [ Tomb of the Nameless Titan ].
The familiar data flow, the familiar Ye Yan.
"Where did this come from again?" He turned to look at the mask that was flying freely, and twitched his lips.
" Aha ~ [ The Eternity Journey] must start from scratch! What's that saying again? Witnessing the futility of continuing for thirty million lifetimes, how it is forgotten by the world... Waaaaah~"
[>>> Warning: Object does not have access permissions.]
"Um..."
Ye Yan remained silent for a moment, then grabbed the mask and slammed it against the heavy iron door using the most primitive solution.
[Buzz! Operation authorized...]
" Aha, so this is another way to solve it!"
Instead of complaining after being hit by Ye Yan, the masked man became even more excited.
Before Ye Yan could even make his next move, the mask delivered several more ' Elation headbutts' to the iron gate.
boom!!!
The iron gate collapsed with a crash, and the sound of the Scepter abruptly ceased.
[>>> Accessing: Regression #3355∞-->>> Error process: Parsing in progress-- Access failed! Access successful!]
"Tsk, how come this Scepter is like a battle between the left and right hemispheres of the brain?"
"It's just a Scepter abandoned by [ Erudition ] scrap metal, what else do you want the child to do!" the scarlet mask retorted.
"Let's not talk about the Scepter, let's talk about you." Ye Yan shifted his focus back to the mask. "You broke someone's Scepter, so you'll have to pay for it."
" Aha ~ Go find that pile of scrap metal and get it reimbursed, He's the one who made Aha do it."
The mask perfectly shifted the blame. If the Nous wouldn't reimburse them, then they could use that as a pretext to fire the first shot of the [ War of the Aeons ]!
Why not just not let Nanook go? They keep taking advantage of the young Aeon. Anyway, for the Erudition Nous, [ Eternity ] is just infinite and chaotic mess, so it doesn't matter who goes instead.
"So, what should we do now?" The scarlet mask deliberately swayed in front of Ye Yan.
"Good question. Don't move around here, I'll go buy some milk tea."
With Elation banished from within the Scepter, my ears finally had some peace and quiet.
Afterwards, Ye Yan left a cup of milk tea here as a [landmark], concealed his aura, and with a flash, jumped to another space.
The first thing that catches the eye is a dreamy white and pink color scheme. In the distance, a pink-haired girl kneels before an iron cage, telling a story to the [ Seed of Remembrance ].
Hey~ Did you miss me?
"Just kidding, this is [my] first time standing in front of you..."
[>>> Execution Protocol 003-097: Formatting Objects.]
[>>>Formatting process: 0.015%...]
The pink-haired girl lowered her head, somewhat dejected. "Looks like this is the last time."
>>>PhiLia...093..."
"Since time is limited, let's get started. As always, I'll read this book to you."
[>>>Formatting process: 23.815%...]
"In this way, it will no longer be just [ Cyrene's ] memory."
"Which page should we begin this time? Let me see..."
[>>>Formatting process: 45.147%...]
Cyrene flipped through the ancient book in her arms, "I've got it! Let's start with Nasha encounter between [ Stonehewn Sage ] Mydeimos... and [ Chrysos Heir Champion ]?"
The words had barely left his lips when the cold, metallic sound of the Scepter rang out again:
[>>>Formatting process complete...]
Cyrene closed her eyes helplessly. "Honestly, it was so hard to find this. Looks like I'll have to speed things up next time."
However, the girl's expected disappearance did not occur; she remained standing there, unharmed.
"Huh?"
After thinking for a long time, Cyrene put down the book in her hand and carefully walked towards Ye Yan.
Then, she received a cup of clear milk tea.
Cyrene stared at the cup of milk tea, pondering for a long time.
"Really? Are you... encouraging me?" she murmured to herself, staring into the void.
>>> 0, 9, 3...
>>> Size..., Grayscale..., Scale..., Threshold...
>>> Output analysis results...
>>>PhiLia093 = Peaches
>>> Peaches's record #8128, archived.