"…"
Acheron's words directly rendered our Mr. Aventurine speechless. After a moment of silence, Aventurine raised his head. A scrutinizing glint flashed through those beautiful eyes unique to the Avgins.
Even someone as clever as him couldn't quite understand at this moment what Acheron's words truly meant.
"The door wasn't locked, so I walked in."
Was this sentence mocking him? Did it have some other implication? Or… was he overthinking it?
"So, Miss Acheron, may I ask what brings you to seek me out so suddenly?"
Though his heart remained extremely wary, as a seasoned veteran, our Mr. Aventurine still put on a seemingly very gentle smile and asked the question toward the Acheron before him.
"Actually, it's nothing. I simply entered the wrong room."
In response to Aventurine's confusion, Acheron merely shook her head lightly. Then, with an expressionless face, she uttered the words that left Aventurine with a face full of black lines.
"Entered the wrong room… Miss Acheron, though I'm no match for you, I don't think you need to toy with me like this, do you?"
Hearing Acheron's words, Aventurine's brows furrowed deeply. Honestly, a trace of anger had already ignited in his heart at this moment—Acheron's statement was far too absurd. No normal person would possibly believe her.
"I'm not toying with you."
As she spoke, Acheron gently shook her head. In her amber-like eyes, a fleeting streak of purple lightning flashed and vanished.
"I truly did just enter the wrong room."
"Originally, I was planning to leave directly. However, just as I was about to depart, you suddenly mentioned my name. That's why I presumptuously stayed."
At this point, Acheron's tone paused for a moment. Then, a contemplative expression appeared on the beautiful, emotionless face of the woman.
"Just now, I heard you mention my name. I wonder if there's something you'd like to ask me? Or perhaps… you intend to make an enemy of me?"
In an instant, the air in the room froze solid. An invisible pressure emanated from within Acheron, like a predatory beast choosing its prey, enveloping Aventurine entirely.
Feeling this pressure filled with boundless killing intent, Aventurine's expression changed slightly. As expected, the information available was still far too little.
For powerhouses at the level of Emanators, they were, in general terms, merely an intangible concept. Only when one truly stood in opposition to such a powerhouse could one genuinely comprehend what an Emanator was!
Merely an aura alone was enough to nearly stagnate the Imaginary energy flowing within his body. Even if he were to use the power of his "Cornerstone," he probably wouldn't be able to last even one move against her.
"Hahaha… Miss Acheron, you must be joking. You and I have no past grudges or recent enmities—how could I possibly stand against you?"
Enduring the overwhelming pressure like a collapsing mountain, his expression shifted slightly before he revealed a formulaic smile, seemingly ingratiating as he laughed toward the Acheron before him.
"Mm. Since you have no intention of becoming my enemy, then let's consider this matter settled."
Hearing Aventurine's words, Acheron gave a slight nod. The oppressive aura enveloping Aventurine gradually dissipated. Once the pressure had completely faded, she gave the young man before her one last glance and spoke faintly.
"I'll take my leave."
With that, without waiting for Aventurine's response, Acheron turned and walked toward the open door on her own.
Tap, tap, tap…
The sound of her heels colliding with the floor struck Aventurine's heart like the giant hammer of Qlipoth. The young man stared straight ahead, watching this "God of Slaughter" depart.
"By the way."
However, just when Aventurine thought she would leave for good, Acheron, who had already reached the doorway, suddenly stopped in her tracks. She turned her head, as if something had occurred to her.
"Avgin, let me give you a piece of advice: do not casually provoke those two Emanators of the [Causality] Path. Neither of them is someone you can afford to provoke."
"Whether it's that black-haired man named Yun Fan or the girl with the cream-white hair, both of them possess the power to effortlessly overturn this planet called Penacony."
With those words, Acheron left Aventurine's room—and thoughtfully closed the door behind her for him.
Our Miss Acheron had already departed, but the words she left behind plunged our Mr. Aventurine into boundless contemplation.
This conversation with Acheron had not been entirely fruitless. She had provided him with an important piece of information.
Two Emanators of [Causality]—besides that Yun Fan, there was also a girl with cream-white hair. In that case, the Miss Firefly he had encountered that day was likewise an Emanator of [Causality].
"Two Emanators of [Causality]… Could it be that the Lord of Samsara has also set their sights on this former frontier prison?"
....
"We no longer have time to keep waiting, child. You should already have sensed it—yet another Emanator-level powerhouse has descended upon Penacony."
In the Dewlight Pavilion, the Dreammaster Gopher Wood flapped his wings and flew over, landing steadily on Sunday's desk.
Hearing Gopher Wood's words, the quill pen in Sunday's hand, which had been writing steadily, paused for just a moment. In that tiny pause, the originally neat and elegant line of text on the paper immediately lost its harmony.
Staring at the mistaken character he had just written on the paper, Sunday gently closed his eyes and fell into a prolonged silence.
"Yes, yet another Emanator-level powerhouse has descended upon Penacony… and moreover… this one is no ordinary Emanator."
In essence, Penacony's dreamscape was jointly constructed by the power of the Stellaron and [Order]. Therefore, whenever a powerhouse exceeding certain limits descended here, Sunday and Gopher Wood could naturally sense it.
After communicating with Robin that day, Sunday had originally intended to schedule the Charmony Festival a week later. But given the current situation, they could no longer afford to wait.
If they waited any longer and yet another Emanator-level powerhouse arrived, then at that point, it would no longer be a struggle between [Order] and [Harmony]… but a grand melee—a chaotic battle among multiple Path factions.
"Two days from now."
Sunday suddenly spoke those words.
"At noon two days from now, let the 'Dream of the One' descend upon Penacony!"
Sunday's words were filled with decisiveness and resolve. Just as Gopher Wood had said, they no longer had time to keep waiting. If not now, then when?
"Very well."
Seeing that Sunday had finally made up his mind, a trace of satisfaction appeared in Gopher Wood's eyes.
"In that case, we shall…"
Creak—!
"Who's out there?!"
Just as Gopher Wood was about to discuss the specific details and steps of the Charmony Festival in greater depth, the door to Sunday's office suddenly let out a creaking sound.
In an instant, the expressions of Sunday and Gopher Wood changed. Someone was eavesdropping at the door—which meant that the secret discussion the two of them had just held had been overheard by a third party. If they could not deal with this person, it would surely ruin the final grand plan.
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