Chapter 284: Disharmonious Noise is the True Order! The "Thief" Joins the Meeting Room
Inside the bar.
Boothill raised his arm, confirming that the device on it was hidden and functioning perfectly.
He waved to the brothers nearby who had helped him install it.
"Boys, I'm off!"
"This device can broadcast the recording live the whole time. I'm literally a walking microphone now, damn it."
"When I see Acheron, you guys can listen to exactly how I pull the trigger!"
In front of the bar counter.
All sorts of people raised their glasses to Boothill.
"Good luck!"
"Don't be in a rush to pull the trigger when you see Acheron. You can't beat her."
"Don't worry, if Acheron makes a move on you, we'll hear it instantly."
"Who said she's going to make a move? I reckon Acheron just wants to pass a message to the Galaxy Rangers."
Boothill strode out of the bar.
According to the intel.
Acheron was going to attend a meeting hosted by The Family!
Boothill was headed there now to find Acheron, make her finish what she didn't say that day, and get an explanation for her impersonating the Galaxy Ranger name!
...
Little Gui's livestream.
After the Dream Master's threat.
Acheron spoke calmly: "Then you will die."
"What I mean is… all of you will."
It wasn't a threat, nor was it wild talk; it was a calm statement of fact.
After Acheron said this.
She instantly silenced the Dream Master!
Fortunately.
A few seconds later.
Acheron added: "But that won't happen. Just as you said, I will leave."
"A very wise choice."
"It seems there are no other options."
The Dream Master nodded: "For you, this is indeed the only path. Please always remember that you and Penacony do not belong to the same world. Those born on the other shore cannot find a place of return on this shore."
"Leave, and never come back. The brilliance of the Planet of Festivities is too dazzling; it attracts too many liars, villains, and criminals. But even The Harmony… would absolutely never welcome a Self-Annihilator of The Nihility."
"Not to mention that this Self-Annihilator intends to bring everything around her into annihilation. Your power is clearly a gift from the Nameless Sleepers, bottomless, like a tributary flowing out from the abyss, bringing death and sin to all living beings."
"Acheron… the name fits perfectly."
Acheron stopped in her tracks.
She tilted her head slightly.
And said: "Take this as advice from someone from the other shore."
"You know better than I do."
"Penacony has already turned its back on The Harmony."
"Whatever your goal may be… I can only see one ending."
As she spoke, Acheron looked up at the Thrush of the Hidden Night.
"Its future is nothingness, just like all the worlds drowning in the shadow of IX [ The Nihility ]."
...
"Turned its back on The Harmony?"
"This clearly isn't about Gallagher…"
"There's still a real mole in The Family who hasn't appeared yet!"
"I think this Dream Master is highly suspicious, and Acheron's words imply it has something to do with the Dream Master!"
"Sunday."
"Brother Sunday, come out and explain this? This Thrush of the Hidden Night claims to be your servant! It turns out to be the Dream Master himself!"
"The Dream Master and Sunday are major suspects!"
...
Conference room.
Welt and Aventurine naturally saw the comments in the livestream.
For a moment, their gazes fell, intentionally or otherwise, on Sunday.
Welt spoke first: "Mr. Sunday, may I ask if Acheron's words in this footage are true?"
Sunday's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Indeed, they are."
"There is a force within The Family that does not belong to The Harmony, and it is stirring."
"And presumably, that so-called [ Discordant Noise ] is the culprit behind the problems with my sister's voice."
Aventurine leaned back slightly.
He struck a lazy pose and followed up: "Listening to Mr. Sunday, you don't seem surprised by this?"
"Or perhaps, you've been aware of it for a long time?"
"Of course, that is the reason I invited you both here to be open and honest today."
Sunday placed his hands on the table.
As if making casual conversation.
Yet at that moment, he dropped a bombshell!
"I can tell you both clearly…"
"This new force comes from… [ The Order ]."
Welt and Aventurine were stunned!
They never expected.
Sunday would state this fact so nonchalantly!
Aventurine felt shock and surprise at first.
But then!
It was as if a meteor had crashed into his mind!
There were remnants of [ The Order ] within The Family!
And they had likely infiltrated to a very high position!
—This was unprecedented, earth-shattering news!
Once made public.
The Family's credibility would suffer a severe decline!
It might even reach the point where their management of Penacony would need to be re-evaluated!
In that case.
The IPC would have another heavy chip to use in reclaiming Penacony!
But!
Why was this guy Sunday suddenly being so honest!?
Something was wrong!
Very wrong!
Aventurine subconsciously braced himself.
He was terrified that this old geezer would use some kind of Harmony baptism to target him and Welt, just like in the story!
But time ticked by second by second.
Sunday's expression remained as usual.
He seemed to be giving them ample time to react…
Just as Welt opened his mouth.
Outside the conference room.
Suddenly, a few muffled thuds were heard.
Followed by two "thumps."
The Family guards outside the conference room had been taken down!
Then.
The door was kicked open with a "bang."
Boothill spun his pistol while scanning the people in the conference room.
A look of confusion appeared on his face.
"How come it's just you guys?"
"Where's Acheron?"
Sunday, Aventurine, and Welt were, after all, people who had seen big scenes.
In this situation.
They didn't look overly surprised.
Aventurine gave a helpless smile: "Acheron?"
"We'd like to know where she is too."
"The whole world is looking for her right now."
Boothill pursed his lips.
Looking a bit troubled: "Is that so."
"Then sorry, I'm intruding. You guys continue."
Welt: "…"
As expected of someone who dares to hijack a train…
This style of doing things.
Really makes people want to curse!
"Mr. Boothill, as a member of the Galaxy Rangers…"
"Since you're here, why don't you take a seat as a representative of the Galaxy Rangers."
Sunday raised his hand in a "please" gesture.
Boothill paused in his tracks.
He gave a disdainful smile.
He was about to refuse.
Suddenly, he remembered the wiretap installed on his arm.
It could transmit the conversation directly to the bar.
And then from the bar to the entire hotel.
In that case…
Listening to what this chicken wing-brother had up his sleeve wouldn't be a bad idea.
"Fine, go ahead, I'm listening."
Boothill found a chair and sat down on his own.
At the same time.
He secretly activated the wiretap.
Sunday scanned the three of them.
And continued: "What I am about to say may come as quite a shock to you all."
"Please keep a cool head as you listen."
"Once this news gets out, it will inevitably shake all of Penacony."
Boothill was stunned!
He didn't expect!
That he would stumble into this place by accident.
And immediately be hit with such explosive news?
At the same time.
Inside the bar.
All the guests, from all walks of life, were stunned!
They all stopped what they were doing!
And looked in unison at the loudspeaker on the wall.
Sunday's voice came through it.
It wasn't loud.
But it was exceptionally clear!
It sounded as if he were speaking directly into a microphone.