Hearing that Pei Guang was about to sing, Robin felt a strange sense of anticipation.
Maybe it was the lingering influence of Pei Guang's bizarre Harmony power, but she found herself wondering if his singing could make her feel a different kind of resonance.
Watching Pei Guang and Stelle, Acheron remained silent. By rights, she should have taken these two out already, but… for some reason, sitting in this chair, she didn't feel like leaving.
Seeing how unnaturally lively the two were, even climbing walls in spirals in strange ways, Acheron was sure they wouldn't be affected by this dream world.
If they weren't affected, wasting a little time here wasn't unacceptable.
And when she heard there was even music to match the chair, Acheron found herself… a little expectant.
Pei Guang pulled out his small speaker, found a track, and hit play. As the BGM began, Robin and Acheron listened intently.
It was strange. Just background music, yet it filled them with energy. Robin even felt the urge to hum along.
But…
Even though this was a dream, the body in the dream was a true copy of the real one. Since her real body was impaired, Robin couldn't sing here either. Her expression turned complicated.
Pei Guang noticed, but said nothing.
Instead, the ever-perceptive Stelle spoke up first: "Eh? What's wrong? Do you want to join in but feel shy? No need to be embarrassed: our Ah Guang will sing even if it kills him. Is it your voice? Don't worry! If your voice isn't good, just hum. You can talk, so humming should work, right?"
Robin: "I…"
Her expression grew more complex. Pei Guang casually turned off the speaker and said: "Exactly. You can already make sound, so if you want to join in, just do it. It's not like a stage performance, it's just dream revelry. Worst case, clap, whistle—hell, use a machine, your stomach, even your butt if you want. Just join in."
Stelle's eyes went wide: "You can make sound with your butt?!"
Pei Guang nodded: "Of course. By controlling the rhythm of farts, you can produce the sound you want. But… that's something I can't really pull off."
Players aren't omnipotent. Some things only gag characters can do, and players usually can't.
Even those who can… tend to be from comedy games.
Clearly, Pei Guang didn't see himself as a comedy-game player right now.
Stelle: "I see. Got it."
Robin felt this wasn't learning, but unlearning.
For their suggestion, she only shook her head. Though a bit regretful, her mood for now could only allow her to sit and watch.
Sensing Robin's emotions, Pei Guang's face broke into a mischievous grin.
If it had been a direct refusal, Pei Guang wouldn't have pressed the issue. But seeing the complicated look on Robin's face, as a player, he wanted to do something.
Thinking this, Pei Guang switched the BGM.
Songs about power didn't matter now. What he really wanted to know was: would the song he was about to play make Robin sing or move along without realizing it?
The music started, and as the cheerful melody filled the air, Pei Guang began marching in place.
The upbeat tune made Acheron a little confused while sitting in the chair, but the chair was just too comfortable. Coupled with the fact that Pei Guang and Stelle showed no sign of leaving, she decided to remain seated and see what would happen.
Robin, on the other hand, was in real trouble.
As soon as the music began, her body reacted. Strangely, just the prelude alone gave her the illusion that she was standing in a bustling city square.
"The vast horizon is my love~ Beneath the rolling green hills, flowers are in bloom~"
"What kind of rhythm sways the most~"
"What kind of singing brings the most joy~"
Pei Guang sang along with the music, and hearing his own voice, Robin sharply drew in a breath. Maybe because of the dream, that single breath even made the air here feel warmer.
What Pei Guang was singing was none other than the well-known "The Most Dazzling Folk Style."
It was one of the few songs Pei Guang had never learned, yet could sing anyway—all thanks to the grandpas and grandmas dancing in public squares, who had engraved the song into his DNA.
And as for his dancing?
Of course, it was square dancing!
Back home, it was an art form so widespread that anyone could join.
While some people disturbed others by dancing without consideration, most gathered at the right place and time, enjoying both exercise and the joy of dance.
"The Most Dazzling Folk Style" was considered the ultimate square dance song. Back in Pei Guang's world, it was a household tune. Even though he had crossed into another world, its catchy rhythm and simple, meaningful lyrics immediately captivated Robin.
At that moment, Robin also realized just how awful Pei Guang's singing was.
In her eyes, being able to take a song completely off-key without trying was, in a way, a kind of talent.
He wasn't singing off-key on purpose: it was the natural result of pouring himself into the music, expressing his feelings, and unconsciously drifting out of tune. Compared to intentionally singing badly, this was far worse, with even greater destructive power.
And yet… while her body felt assaulted by the sound, Robin's spirit felt an unprecedented comfort. It was as though she could see the Aeon of Harmony singing together with Pei Guang, countless people following the same rhythm, all united by the same song.
The first time the song played, her body trembled. When it began again, Robin took a deep breath.
"Whether I can make a sound or not… doesn't matter…"
This thought came to her.
She was already showing signs of giving in. Even though she couldn't produce a voice, her mouth could move, and her body could move.
She opened her mouth.
No sound came out, but the voice in her heart resonated.
In the dream, the voice of the heart and the voice of reality fused into an impossible harmony. Different worlds, different races, different art styles—yet all producing the same sound together.
Watching this, Acheron stayed silent. Something vague came to her mind, but the moment she tried to grasp it, her head throbbed, and heat spread through her body.
She rubbed her forehead while still seated. Since she couldn't recall it, she chose not to dwell on it.
Still, this dream was quite interesting.
At that moment, a perfect scene unfolded in the dream: Pei Guang, Stelle, and Robin square dancing to "The Most Dazzling Folk Style," singing together.
In front of them, Acheron sat in the chair, leaning on her blade, expressionless as she watched. On one side, the square dance went on in full swing; on the other, she was immersed in the sensation of power—of "Power."
Acheron, seated in the chair, feeling Power, turned her gaze upon the square dance!
At the same time, Black Swan, sensing something amusing within the dream, turned her gaze toward it. She thought it would be the same as usual, simply watching interesting memories.
But when she saw what was happening here, she fell silent.
For ordinary people, leaving this place was like waking up from a dream: they would forget what had happened.
But for a Memokeeper, preserving memory was easy.
Such a beautiful scene, of course, she would carefully preserve. She didn't know how Robin and Acheron had been dragged into this nonsense, but she knew this was something not only she would enjoy—others would as well.
And she was very curious. If she kept this memory and later showed it to Robin and Acheron, what kind of expressions would they make?
Of course, to her this was no more than an appetizer.
What Black Swan truly anticipated was the arrival of the Trailblazers, and what kind of change they would bring to Penacony, which had already become a muddy mess.
Compared to other factions, as a Memokeeper of the Garden of Recollection, Black Swan knew a bit about Pei Guang. Precisely because she knew, she completely altered her original plan—no Memokeeper could resist a memory truly one of a kind.
"But…"
That was for later.
For now, Black Swan looked at the scene before her, a smile on her face. She didn't mind making this moment even more interesting… after all, scenes like this were rare.
And beyond keeping it as a collection, this memory could also be used to tease that amusing Fool.