Under the illumination of the surrounding ambient lights, Sunday's figure appeared so majestic and holy.
Although what he said wasn't human language, the compassionate expression on his face was incredibly genuine, and no one could question it.
Sunday truly wanted to do this!
"...Although what you said seems to have a tiny bit of reason, my intuition tells me this is wrong."
Stelle looked down at Sunday and said, "If you really want to do this, then we really have to control you."
"Hahahahaha!"
Sunday burst into laughter: "Miss Stelle, do you really think that I've been patiently talking for so long just to simply persuade you?"
"Time is money; time is power."
Beep beep—beep beep—beep beep—
As Sunday's words fell, a red light suddenly lit up on the massive body of the Harmonious Choir, and immediately after, countless points of light scattered from its body, revealing the three people suspended in the air.
Stelle: Eh?
A sense of weightlessness came, and just as she thought she was about to suffer a heavy blow, March 7th and Firefly timely grabbed her, gently holding her as they landed on the ground.
"Any creature with a massive body requires an extremely huge amount of energy to maintain normal activities, let alone an Emanator-level incarnation like the Harmonious Choir." Sunday smiled: "Right now, everyone has lost the only weapon that could stop me."
"Leave now, and no one will get hurt. Although I can't hand over the shares to you, I will still transfer fifty... to each of your accounts."
Stelle: "Fifty billion? Although this number is a lot, compared to the shares, it's still too little."
Sunday: "It's fifty digits."
Stelle: "It doesn't seem impossible either. Being content brings constant happiness, hehehe... Cough cough, no, for the sake of the Penacony in Mikhail's heart, we still have to stop your ambition!"
Sunday: "Since you say so, then the final round of negotiations ends here."
Sunday turned around, walking on his own toward the center of the award podium, saying: "Do you believe in the existence of heaven?"
"As the story says, that is a world without suffering, and my existence is to create a heaven for everyone!"
"People ultimately have to go to heaven!"
"I greatly respect the first person to become a capitalist, because who knows, they might end up hanging from a lamppost."
Rumble rumble—
Accompanied by Sunday's murmur, a circular area in the center of the award podium suddenly descended, and a puppet with hands covering its face slowly rose, suspended in front of him.
Seeing that puppet, Stelle's eyes narrowed. She was not unfamiliar with this thing; it was precisely the third phase of the Harmonious Choir boss battle: Dominicus.
Did Sunday want to use this to deal with them? Heh, it was within expectations.
Unlike the original "Ena's Dream," if Sunday wanted to weave a dream for everyone where there was only work and no rest, it would most likely be automatically shaken by the free will within it the next second, not even needing the Galaxy Baseballer and songs to help.
"[Dominicus]."
"..."
"[Amber of the Sacred Body]."
However, a scene that ultimately exceeded Stelle's expectations appeared. Following Dominicus was a massive and majestic piece of amber, similar in material to Stelle's flame spear.
"[Countertemporal Strike]."
Sunday pulled out a revolver and fired a shot into the air. In an instant, purple streamers rushed straight into the sky, as if transmitting some signal to the universe.
"[Extraterrestrial Cantata]."
"[Purified Severance]."
"[Fruit of Creation]."
"[Exquisite Chroma]."
"[Black Obsidian of Perdition]."
"[Alaya's Bloom]."
"..."
Symbols from various Paths swirled around Dominicus, forming a spiral shape.
It was at this moment that Dominicus suddenly opened its mouth wide, swallowing all the materials into its belly. With each material swallowed, the divine light on Its body grew brighter.
"In my ideal, my [Order] will encompass all Paths. Only under [Order] will suffering be eliminated, and we will bring salvation to the world."
(Stelle: "Why do we need salvation? And who brought the suffering?!")
"I'll say it one last time."
Sunday's body slowly lifted into the air, merging into Dominicus: "Rest time is about to accelerate!"
"[Dominicus]!"
...
At the same time, with Penacony as the center, the entire Asdana star system began to be enveloped by the Path of [Order], bringing about many abnormalities as a result.
"I'm so tired, I can finally get off work today."
A corporate slave wearily walked out of the office building, "Today I'm going to sleep for six hours, hehehe."
Ding ling ling—
However, in the next second, his phone alarm suddenly rang. He opened it to check, and it showed that it was time to go to work.
"What?!"
...
In a restaurant, a chef who had been busy for a month without rest wiped his sweat, "After continuous overtime for so long, once the red envelope comes, it should be enough for me to be a guest at the Reverie Hotel once, right?"
Ding dong!
A text message arrived: Hello, due to the adjustment of the entire star system's policy, implementing unpaid overtime system, your 60,000 credit points overtime pay will not be issued. Wishing you a pleasant life.
"Nani?!"
After seeing this message, the chef's heart pounded with anger, but soon, his eyes became dazed, and his cognition was gradually altered: "Oh, oh, what was I just doing? How could I get angry?"
"Isn't overtime my honor? Labor is the most glorious! How could I want overtime pay?"
"No, no, to make up for my wrong thinking, I must work overtime for another month!"
...
Various places in Penacony.
"We protest! Protest! Protest!!"
Employees with severe dark circles under their eyes held steel pipes and tools in their hands, standing uniformly below the office building, shouting at the high-level personnel on the top floor: "We collectively protest! If you don't agree to our demands, we'll collectively strike!"
"That's right! Strike, we must strike!!"
"We work to exercise ourselves, how can you pay us wages?!"
"This is an insult, this is a blatant insult!! You're humiliating our personality!!"
"Cut wages! Cut wages! Cut wages!!"
A manager ran out from the office building, with a fawning smile: "Everyone, the bosses have heard your demands, but the wage issue really can't be cut anymore."
"Your current hourly wage is only 0.5 credit points, if we cut it further, even the Interastral Peace Corporation will despise us!"
The leading employee waved his hand grandly: "That won't do either, you actually treat us as people?! We are employees, not people!"
"If you treat us as people, wouldn't we become member people (ape people)?!"
"We must work without pay!"
...
"I've heard it, the changes in this world!"
Sunday's laughter came from Dominicus's mouth: "If your world can save more people, then step forward..."
"...And personally cut off my path ahead."