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"Thank you… for not harming them. I know they made many mistakes, but I just couldn't bear to see them hurt…"
Robin clung tightly to Sol, tears streaming down from the corners of her eyes.
Those tears held gratitude, and also overwhelming relief.
How wonderful—her brother hadn't died, and the 107,336 members of the Oak Family hadn't died either.
What they had done—forcing the fate of all Penacony into a single path—should have been an unforgivable sin. Yet she did not want to see her brother die, nor did she want to see those members die.
Thankfully… mercifully…
Sol gently patted Robin's back and said softly, "This is what they deserved. After all, they weren't acting with the intention of destroying everything. The impact they caused was merely granting people a beautiful dream."
No one had died in the dream—except for the Dreammaster Gopher Wood, and that schemer truly had it coming.
Robin steadied her emotions and spoke earnestly once more, "But no matter what, thank you for giving my brother what he wanted. Thank you… for helping me."
To be defeated by the will of all people—this was exactly the failure Sunday had longed for.
And for no one to be hurt—this was what she had hoped for most.
"As long as you're happy, that's enough."
Sol once again wiped the tears from Robin's eyes.
Helping someone like this—someone so sincerely grateful—felt genuinely good. This was what it meant to help others and find joy in it yourself.
"…"
Robin's cheeks flushed slightly as she let out a quiet sigh in her heart.
Such a great kindness… something I could never repay in a lifetime.
"Septimus was defeated just like that? Seriously?!"
March 7th rubbed her eyes, hardly daring to believe it.
Earlier, so many of them had struggled desperately just to force Sunday into his second phase.
To be a little embarrassed—she had been firing arrows from the sidelines and hadn't even scratched a single layer of Sunday's golden defense.
And yet that glowing giant appeared and instantly wiped out Septimus, like smashing rotten wood!
"It has to be real!" Stelle patted March 7th on the shoulder and said confidently. "Look, Sunday and the others all dropped out. That's obviously the loot you get after beating a BOSS!"
March 7th scratched her head and complained, "What kind of BOSS drops that as loot?!"
She urgently wanted someone to be shocked with her—properly shocked. "That was an Emanator! Don't you think it's insane how easily he lost?!"
The Harmonious Choir: Dominicus—a genuine Emanator of Harmony, was absurdly powerful!
"Well… when you put it that way, maybe we're still in a dream?" Stelle glanced eagerly toward Sol. "I already beat Sunday once in my dream earlier."
If we're still dreaming… would it be okay if I went over and kissed him a couple times?
"I feel like you're thinking something bad again."
March 7th had already given up trying to get this shameless gray-haired gremlin to empathize—she was clearly wired differently.
"What a miracle-like power."
Himeko praised the light sincerely, admiring it to the utmost. "Using awakened hope to sublimate power—there is no force more radiant or just than this."
Everyone present—Black Swan, Kafka, Firefly, Silver Wolf, Aventurine, and the others—had all been shaken by the golden, sacred giant.
The power came from the hope of those awakened within the dream—tiny, star-like sparks that seemed weak, yet once gathered and sublimated became strong enough to shatter a Harmony Emanator.
This power was wielded by Sol, an Emanator of Erudition, yet it clearly did not belong to any known Path.
Or perhaps… this very power was the reason Nous had cast THEIR gaze upon him?
They did not know the answer, but one thing was certain—this brand-new power was worthy of Nous lowering THEIR gaze.
Firefly and Acheron felt it even more deeply.
The golden, sacred giant radiated brilliance that pierced straight through the body into the soul.
One suffered from entropy loss, the other was eroded by Nihility—yet under this light, both felt warmth, and the possibility of resistance.
Compared to the light they had experienced before, this was a tremendous transformation.
This light… had gained a soul.
"Glitter Ultraman Tiga really is strong."
Welt Yang pushed up his glasses, which reflected the golden holy radiance.
It was almost exactly as powerful as he remembered—one kick per monster, and even the ultimate beast Gatanothor wasn't a match once Tiga entered his Glitter form.
Yet he was absolutely certain that the Ultraman Tiga from his memories was just a TV series.
Seeing him appear in Penacony and actually help them defeat Sunday felt like a dream in itself.
"This is troublesome… very troublesome."
Aventurine clenched his shattered cornerstone, staring at the two figures not far away with a headache-inducing expression.
Sol, who had summoned the golden giant, clearly had feelings for Robin—and there was a high chance he would interfere in Penacony's affairs.
So, what now?
This time, he had not only explored the Dreamflux Reef but had personally witnessed the entire battle of Penacony.
Originally, at a moment like this, he should have used Sunday's crimes as leverage to give the Interastral Peace Corporation an excuse to intervene.
But now… it was no longer appropriate.
He couldn't read Sol's intentions.
Would this man interfere in Penacony's internal affairs? And if so—how much would he interfere?
If he misjudged that line, the Corporation's entire investment in Penacony would yield nothing. All his elaborate maneuvering would be wasted, and he would face serious punishment.
Giving up outright was impossible.
He had to find a balance.
And at this moment—
As the massive form of Septimus dissipated, the dream world he had constructed also began to collapse slowly.
Yet the people within it were not harmed at all; all of them returned to the first layer of Penacony's dreamscape.
Those who had been immersed for so long had experienced a thoroughly beautiful dream. Awakening hazily to a world that no longer revolved around them, they revealed many unbecoming reactions in their sense of loss.
One moment they were surrounded by every imaginable beauty; the next, they were back in cold reality.
The enormous contrast left them despondent, longing desperately to return to that heaven-like world.
Most people came to Penacony precisely to escape reality.
They were more prone to sink into dreams, to give up on reality altogether. They could be called cowards—but cowardice was not a crime.
In truth, Sunday's haven was meant for people like them.
They were the weak that Sunday envisioned, and they truly longed for the eternal dream he wished to grant them.
Yet the very existence of that haven was a mistake.
A haven of Order could not endure. If it were built with the power of Harmony, perhaps it might have been possible.
But some people were different.
They firmly chose to break free from the dream, contributing their strength to the Glitter Giant and fighting alongside it.
They remembered everything clearly.
They knew they had once faced the danger of eternal descent into illusion.
They had offered their own small portion of power, fused with the light, and together defeated the Aeon who sought to build heaven within a beautiful dream.
And yet, even they felt confused.
How could their tiny strength possibly defeat such a powerful Aeon?
These Awakened Ones looked toward the direction of the Penacony Grand Theater, doubt rising in their hearts.
Was what they experienced… real?
At the same time, within the Penacony Grand Theater—
Robin supported the unconscious Sunday as over a hundred thousand members of the Oak Family gradually awoke in confusion.
Sol raised his head and met the gaze of the giant radiating golden holy brilliance.
Those eyes held no intelligence, yet were filled with extraordinary divinity—born in response to wishes, flawless in their sacred nature.
Yet this power ultimately originated from him.
Planned by him, generated by him—and now, perfectly mastered by him.
Sol extended his right hand, and the Glitter Giant transformed into a streak of aurora that continuously descended into his palm.
In the end, it became a small sphere of light, containing the secret of Tiga's Glitter form as well as the Hope bestowed by the Awakened Ones.
From this moment onward, he had fully grasped Tiga's Glitter form.
The integration of hope had activated and evolved this Light power.
From now on, all manifestations of it would be of this nature—it would never regress.
"Thank you… for your help."
Sol smiled gently as most of the light flowed into his body like water.
But the tiny sparks of hope contributed by the Awakened Ones still remained in his palm.
He raised his hand and released them, carrying with them a portion of the Light's power.
Like droplets of luminous rain, they fell gently across all corners of Penacony's dreamscape, precisely merging back into each Awakened One.
Only then did they truly understand—
Everything had been real.
They had truly made a miracle-like choice within the dream.
From this day forward, they were under the protection of the Light.
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