Chapter 216: Sunday's fanatical ecstasy! "The Dream of the Order" has been realized!
Astral Express.
Outside the carriage window.
A massive, bustling ring of star rails.
It resembles a giant steel dragon lying silent in the cosmos.
On the other side of the train window.
The corresponding view is the opulent and intricate entrance of The Reverie Hotel.
The iconic clock-face disc.
Its hands are turning incessantly.
March 7th leans against the window, watching the bustling scenery, her mouth slightly agape.
Beside her.
Stelle is gazing out with her.
Although they have already warped to Penacony.
On the train.
Everyone has unanimously made a decision—
To stay on the train for now!
March 7th leans against the window.
Watching the bustling scenery, she can't help but gape in awe.
Stelle reminds her: "Stop looking."
"At least now isn't the best time for us to go on vacation."
"The upcoming plot includes tropes like [ relatives turning against each other, broken homes, separation by life and death, rivers of blood ]."
Hearing this.
March 7th immediately reveals a look of helplessness.
She defends herself: "That was just something I said off the cuff in the plot, right!"
"It doesn't necessarily mean it will come true, does it?"
"Feathered Spirit shouldn't go that far, right?"
Stelle says nothing.
She gives March 7th a meaningful look, leaving her to interpret it herself.
Just then.
Himeko's voice suddenly comes from over there.
"Stelle, little March… come over quickly."
"There should be an important plot point coming up."
The two immediately return to the sofa and sit down.
At this moment.
On the projection screen.
Stelle arrives in front of the Dreampool.
She tries lying down in this bathtub-like Dreampool.
Although it is filled with a certain liquid.
It doesn't seem to possess the properties of a liquid.
The announcer's gentle voice rings out: "Please relax, feel the rising and falling of your body…"
"Focus on your breathing, imagine a paradise…"
"Imagine… a land of dreams."
Stelle stares at the ceiling.
Her vision becomes increasingly blurred.
It's as if many colorful bubbles are floating up.
The scene shifts.
A library-like setting appears.
Numerous white whale patterns.
And then… a giant clock.
Himeko's gaze narrows slightly!
She acutely notices.
A shadow is reflected within that clock.
The image of the shadow is actually the hotel bellboy—Misha!
To be honest.
When she first saw this bellboy, Himeko felt something was a bit strange!
And now.
The small details in the plot prove once again.
This bellboy is definitely not as simple as he looks!
Just then.
A voice is suddenly mixed into the background!
"Mikhail…"
"Come back…"
"MIKHAIL…!!!"
The voice carries an indescribable sorrow.
It is delivered almost like a cry.
And amidst this changing scene.
The image of a blue-haired boy flashes by!
It is Misha!
March 7th was originally sitting casually on one side of the sofa.
At this moment, she quickly scoots over.
And sits together with Himeko.
Stelle asks: "March, did you hear that…"
"There seems to be someone crying in the background!"
"Crying so miserably."
March 7th nods.
She says with some trepidation: "I… I'm already starting to get scared."
"This crying is so creepy…"
"It wouldn't really come true, would it?"
"Didn't The Family say it's absolutely safe in the dream?"
March 7th looks at Himeko.
At this moment.
Sister Himeko's sense of security is magnified to the extreme!
However.
You don't know until you look.
At this moment.
Except for herself and the bewildered Stelle.
Himeko, Welt… even Pom-Pom are all looking solemn!
It is as if the three have reached some kind of agreement.
The air suddenly becomes heavy.
A moment later.
Pom-Pom is the first to break.
Actually choking up a little.
"Pom-Pom… didn't hear it wrong, did I…"
"That voice, it was calling… Mikhail's name… right?"
Pom-Pom looks at Himeko with watery eyes.
Himeko nods.
"That's right."
"Former Nameless, Mikhail Char Legwork."
"It seems that what is happening on Penacony far exceeds our imagination."
Pom-Pom looks up.
Its gaze becomes sharp.
"If, if Pom-Pom finds out what injustice Mikhail has suffered on this planet…"
"Pom-Pom… Pom-Pom will drive the train and ram into those bad guys!"
March 7th and Stelle look at each other.
A bit surprised.
They don't know if Pom-Pom means this or is just expressing its anger…
"Speaking of which."
"Can the train really be used as a weapon?"
"Just drive it over and ram people?"
March 7th licks her lips: "I, I don't know either."
"But back during the Argenti plot, weren't we swallowed by a giant space bug?"
"Didn't Uncle Yang suggest accelerating the train to burst through the bug's stomach wall…"
Stelle's eyes light up slightly.
"Could it be… that we might really see the scene of the train ramming people in the future plot?"
"What are you getting so excited about, hey!"
......
Penacony.
The Family.
Sunday and the Hidden Thrush, representing the Master of Dreams, are watching the plot together.
The Master of Dreams speaks: "Aventurine… the hound sent by the IPC, you have already confiscated his Cornerstone, for now, he is not to be feared."
"However, this woman who calls herself a Galaxy Ranger…"
"Her existence is a hidden danger."
Sunday shakes his head.
"Galaxy Ranger? No, she is an… Emanator."
Sunday stares at Acheron in the plot with a solemn gaze.
Aventurine has just left.
What remains in the room are Stelle and Acheron.
Acheron says: "In any case, it's good that you are safe. I should return to my room too."
"But before I leave, may I ask you one more question? It might sound strange, or even rude to you, but I want to know…"
"…Have we met somewhere before?"
[ Such a familiar dialogue… ]
Acheron's following words.
The subtitles turn bright red again.
"Is that so. Ever since a moment ago, I've had a lingering sense of familiarity… Perhaps this is what they call déjà vu, haha, it's also a kind of fate."
"Galaxy Ranger, Acheron… that is how they refer to me, you may use it as you wish. We should meet again."
"Finally, just a gentle piece of advice… there is a type of person who possesses an unwavering will and conviction, yet does not intend to use it for the right path. And on that gentleman's face, I saw a familiar expression."
"If one carries a blade, one must eventually cut something down with it. And a gambler, before losing everything, will certainly burn their bridges and stake it all… I can only say this much."
"Before making a choice, you should know these things. Farewell."
Suddenly!
A look of shock flashes in Sunday's eyes!
Followed by realization!
Then a huge, explosive surprise!
The Master of Dreams even tilts his head.
Clearly.
He is very puzzled.
Why did Sunday, who is usually very steady and refined, suddenly have such an exaggerated expression?
"What did you notice?"
Sunday also realizes he lost his composure a bit.
He strokes his chest lightly.
But the corners of his mouth still hang in a difficult-to-suppress curve.
He explains: "I just realized something."
"Even we, as the instigators, were deceived by Feathered Spirit's plot."
"However…"
"He has been hinting from the very beginning."
"These red subtitles, the various anomalies appearing in the dream, are all clues."
As he speaks.
Sunday's expression becomes increasingly solemn and grave.
The following words.
Make even the Master of Dreams feel incredibly surprised!
"The Dream of Ena succeeded from the very beginning."
"Whether it is the Astral Express, the IPC, or this [ Galaxy Ranger ] Acheron…"
"They seem to have just arrived on Penacony, but in reality, they have been in the dream the whole time!"
The Master of Dreams gapes.
This information is clearly something he cannot accept all at once!
"So… that is the case…"
"Our plan, was it successful from the very beginning?"
"The great undertaking that has not yet been completed in reality has unexpectedly been completed in the game… hah."
"This can only be called… a marvelous surprise!"