The shattered giant screen smashed onto the ground, sending out dazzling sparks and producing loud thuds.
After doing all this, the drone transformed back into the weapon case and returned to Himeko's hands.
"Sigh…"
After a long while, a sigh suddenly sounded. Immediately after, Sunday's voice appeared in everyone's ears once more.
At the same time, everyone felt the world spinning. When they opened their eyes again, Sunday's figure was still standing in the original spot, just as before.
"Sunday…"
Stelle picked up her baseball bat, March 7th took out her composite bow, and Misha summoned a broom… Hmm? A broom?
Stelle and March 7th looked at Misha with puzzled expressions. In response, the latter smiled awkwardly and then explained.
"Haha… um, don't mind the details. This thing works too, haha…"
Why Misha used a broom as a weapon was simply because when he woke up, he had mistakenly thought of himself as a bellboy.
In essence, Misha was originally a "Memokeeper memetic entity" whose body was composed of memetic matter, so his weapon was fixed as a broom. Of course, this did not mean his weapon could not change—it was just momentarily somewhat difficult to alter…
"I have understood all of your positions. The reason I raised this question was actually to explain one thing, and it is also a fact—that—"
"Penacony's predicament cannot be created by the Harmony. The paradise we envision should not be created by Xipe either."
"Only by using strength to aid the weak, only the Order, can we establish a true paradise of beautiful dreams and lead Penacony toward an even more distant future!"
Sunday's voice grew increasingly passionate. By the end, this gentlemanly head of the Oak Family even spread his arms, as if wanting to embrace the entire world.
"Nonsense!"
Stelle immediately interrupted Sunday's words. At this moment, the protagonist from the original worldline raised the weapon in her hand. The tip of the bat pointed straight at Sunday's head.
"Sunday, you believe only the Order can save Penacony. Then tell me, what exactly is your so-called Order? Is it like taking revenge on Kasbeliat-VIII, using force to kill all the enemies you designate?!"
Sunday: "…It is not so. That was not the Order's choice. That was my choice, as a brother…"
"Sunday, your choice is very disappointing…"
This time, the person who interrupted Sunday was Misha. As Mikhail's embodiment, she also could not agree with Sunday's statement. For the sin of one person, implicating an entire planet—even if the Order paradise he spoke of was incomparably beautiful, it would still be nothing but empty talk.
"...Hmph! Since all of you have quite a lot of objections toward me and toward the Order, then let us settle this with our fists."
Having been interrupted multiple times, even the well-tempered Sunday could not help but feel a surge of anger from the bottom of his heart. Since these Nameless guests did not agree with his path and were unwilling to leave Penacony, they were his enemies.
And toward enemies, the Order had never been merciful.
With a thought from Sunday, the surrounding environment changed once again. Accompanied by another dizzying spin, when the Trailblazer team came back to their senses, they were already standing at the center stage of the Penacony Grand Theater.
As the organizer and initiator of this "Harmony Ceremony," Mr. Sunday lightly tapped his toes. The next moment, his body soared into the high air.
"Everyone, please allow me to extend a warm welcome. Welcome to the Penacony Grand Theater—the true Penacony Grand Theater."
"This is the center of all beautiful dreams, and it is also the location of the 'Stellaron' that you Nameless guests are interested in."
At this point, Sunday's tone paused for a moment. A smile appeared on his calm face as he continued.
"Of course, this is also… the place of the deathmatch that will decide Penacony's future."
"Stellaron?!"
Upon hearing this, everyone present except Misha was shocked. The Stellaron? It was actually inside the Penacony Grand Theater?!
After learning the Stellaron's location, the Trailblazer team's gazes unanimously began wandering around the magnificent theater, as if trying to observe the Stellaron's movements with their own eyes.
"Hehehe, there is no need for that. I can tell you the Stellaron's position directly."
Seeing this scene, Sunday folded his arms and chuckled lightly as he looked at the Nameless guests who were searching for the Stellaron with their eyes.
Hearing Sunday's words, Stelle and the others also stopped their movements. Their gazes uniformly fell on Sunday.
These gazes contained surprise, doubt, and, of course, even more suspicion.
They did not believe Sunday would be so kind as to tell them the Stellaron's location.
Seeing everyone's suspicion, Sunday did not continue to keep them in suspense. He very openly informed the Nameless guests present of the Stellaron's position.
"Do you see the curtain behind me? It is right behind that curtain. Or rather, you can also regard it as the theater itself."
Hiss~
The Trailblazer team drew in a sharp breath. The Penacony Grand Theater was actually the Stellaron itself? Such a small thing—how did it turn into such a colossal entity?
"In the early stages of constructing the dream world, in order to build the foundation of the dream world, we tried countless methods. Unfortunately, all those methods failed."
"Without the help of a Mysticism Emanator or a Remembrance Emanator, we could not construct the foundation of beautiful dreams. It was at that moment that we thought of the Stellaron—this thing you call the 'Cancer of All Worlds'…"
Himeko: "So you used the power of the Stellaron to construct the foundation of the dream world? What a bunch of madmen. The Stellaron has never been a stable force. Your actions are no different from planting the seeds of disaster for the future."
"Perhaps. But at least we have succeeded for now, haven't we?"
Sunday did not deny it. He shook his head with a light smile, then paced toward the back of the curtain.
As Sunday's footsteps fell, the theater's curtain slowly opened. When Sunday reached the stage, the entire theater's curtain stretched out fully.
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