How long have you endured this loneliness all by yourself?"
Hearing Hod's strange words, a question mark slowly appeared on Angela's face.
"Hod, what are you talking about?"
Hod looked up at Angela, meeting her eyes.
"The loops, the script, the memories—I know it all. You must be in so much pain."
Upon hearing this, Angela's expression instantly darkened.
"Heh, put away your hypocrisy. I don't need your care or sympathy."
Angela's expression became very ugly.
Angela turned to leave.
"No, Angela, I'm sincere this time!"
"I don't care. If there's nothing else, get back to work."
At this moment, Ayou and Roland were watching the situation.
"This, this isn't right, is it?"
Roland's mouth was still bound, and he continued to make muffled noises.
In a blink, Angela was about to leave.
"Angela, it's not just sympathy. Like I said before, if you don't say it out loud, no one will understand you!"
"At least I can listen to you!"
Angela left without even looking back.
Roland was still making muffled noises, so Ayou flicked his finger across Roland's mouth, unbinding it.
Afterward, the two of them walked over to Hod's side.
"Hod, what was that just now?"
"Ah, it's nothing. Where were we just now?"
"Oh, Angela, we were talking about Angela coming to see me, right?"
"Yeah, she praised me."
Angela returned to the main hall.
She sat in her chair and took the diary out of the drawer again.
Light in her hand condensed into a quill pen.
She wrote down azure-blue text.
"Don't you have anything you want to explain?"
After a moment, brownish-red text appeared in the diary.
"Little Angela, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Even if I said it, it wouldn't be understood, right?"
On the History Floor, several people from Streetlight were helping Marcus.
"Senior, in your eyes, am I that fond of cake?"
"Why are you asking this suddenly?"
Shan was a bit confused.
"The fridge in your inner world is stuffed with cake."
"Ah, that's because you two argued over cake before, so I probably thought that as long as there was cake, you wouldn't fight anymore, right?"
"Cake?!?"
Marcus heard this and looked over.
"Were you just talking about cake?"
"Mars, yes. Is something the matter?"
"Hmm, do you want to eat some? I can make it for you."
"Really?"
Upon hearing that Marcus could make cake, stars appeared in Lulu's eyes.
"Leave it to me."
Marcus was using light to prepare the supplies needed for making the cake.
"Cake... cream bread..."
After continuous molecular restructuring, a "cake" was created.
Marcus looked at the "cake" that had been made.
"Hmm, why does it look a bit different from what I imagined?"
"Come on, one piece each."
Marcus cut the small "cake" open.
"Uh, what? Such a good thing, I definitely have to let Mars eat it first."
Seeing that "cake," Lulu resolutely decided to give it to Mars to eat.
Shan, seeing that "cake," had the same thought.
"Ah, Mars is still growing, so let's let Mars eat it."
Mars looked at the "cake," and then at the two people's gazes.
After swallowing a mouthful of saliva,
"Alright, I'll eat it."
As the small "cake" was eaten by Mars, "Mars's" expression was very spectacular.
"Go-good... delicious!!"
Seeing "Mars's" reaction, Marcus smiled happily.
Lulu and Shan, seeing "Mars's" current state, hurriedly changed the subject and said to Marcus,
"Uh, we're going to go find the Director for a moment, we'll be back soon."
Then the two of them dragged "Mars" away quickly.
"In that case, I'll have a taste too."
After Marcus also ate a piece of that "cake,"
"Ugh... delicious?"
The two dragged "Mars" to the main hall.
"Director."
Angela looked up, saw the three people arriving, and stopped her pen.
"What are you here for?"
Lulu said to Angela,
"It's just, uh, can you replicate that cake from my memories?"
"Cake? What is that?"
"Ah? It's something you eat."
"No, I mean, what are its components?"
"This... I don't know."
"Sorry, then I can't do it."
"Alright."
Lulu looked a bit dejected after hearing that.
But Angela hadn't finished speaking.
"Call Ayou over. I can have him go out and bring your portion back."
Then the three people, including "Mars," were shocked and widened their eyes upon hearing that Ayou was to be sent out.
With a snap of her fingers, Ayou appeared in front of everyone without warning.
At this moment, Ayou was still holding a book in front of his chest.
Ayou looked at his current location, looked at the people in front of him, and then looked at the empty book in his hand, gradually realizing what was happening.
"Uh, Director, do you have any orders?"
"Do you remember your silver invitation?"
"I remember, what about it?"
"I've made some improvements to it, you can go out now."
"Oh."
Ayou didn't show any joy, just responding lightly.
"There's a mission outside: go to their Office and retrieve that cake."
"Ms. Lulu, sorry to disturb you, please sleep for a while."
Then, with a snap of her fingers, Lulu turned into a book.
The few people watching this scene didn't react much.
Angela picked up Lulu's book, flipped through several pages, and the image stopped on the page of Lulu's memories.
"Watch carefully, this is the location of their Office."
"Wait! Let me finish this time."