Chapter 196
[Returning to the world of consciousness, the gathered Nameless drew their weapons with unwavering resolve, facing Dominicus directly! "...Have you broken free from the dream of [Order]?"
March 7th remained her usual energetic self: "We've slept long enough, Stelle! Show him your morning grumpiness!"
"If you have convictions—then prove them to me."
Amidst the fierce battle, Sunday, carrying the 'Harmonious Chorus' of the Oak Family members, declared: "I swear with 107,336 musical notes to proclaim unto you—join the glorious chorus! Return to heaven!"
"If dreams are no different from reality, can they still be called false?"
"I command with a flawless movement—recreate paradise!"
Within the melody of [Resonant Choir]'s Divine Sunday, the Nameless began to falter. Then, feathers descended from the sky. The 'Harmonious' voice of Robin resounded across the battlefield.]
[Stelle]:"So strong... It seems if I were alone, I really couldn't whip Sunday like a top."
[March 7th]:"Don't worry! We're all here with you!"
[Herta]:"The usurped authority shouldn't be limited to just this. This isn't its true power."
[Herrscher of Sentience]:"Welt finally made it to the grand finale. I thought he'd sleep through the second round too."
[Eden]:"Miss Robin truly lives up to being a universe-renowned singer..."
[Silver Wolf]:"Excellent, the Astral Express wins. On the battlefield, even the BGM is playing—it'd be embarrassing not to win at this point, right?" ["It seems another voice has emerged within the movement of [Order]..."
"Those imprisoned by sweet dreams are awakening for [freedom]."
Within the beacon of song, the Astral Express sailed through the stars, crashing directly into the Resonant Choir! "Robin... is that you singing?"
"Brother, you've heard the voices of the people. This isn't the paradise they wished for."
"But they still don't know which path to take. That's why I must become the sole star in the sky to guide them."
"Even if that star exists in... an eternally lonely night?"
Sunday sighed with regret: "If neither of us were ever alone, how could we have embarked on paths growing ever more distant...?"
"Let this final negotiation... end here."*]
[March 7th]:"No way! Sunday hasn't even gone all out yet!?"
[Dr. Ratio]:"An avatar of 'Harmony' usurped using the will of 107,336 Oak Family members—how could it be weaker than a normal Emanator?"
[Stelle]:"Run him over, Astral Express!!"
[Qingque]:"You guys can actually drive the Astral Express to crash into people?"
[Aha]:"The Astral Express can not only crash into people, it can also crash through Qlipoth's Wall! Hahaha!"
[Sparkle]:"But if the Astral Express really ends up killing the chicken-wing boy, little gray-haired one, do you think that would count as a traffic accident?"
[Yanqing]:"What kind of question is that..." ["The work of all creation is complete."
"The day of certainty has come, O Philosophical Fetus—""Remold heaven and earth for us!"
[Philosophical Fetus]
Sunday: "If your paradise can save more people, then personally cut off my path forward."
"The First Day, bestow [Reality]..."
"Dead Aeon, I pay homage to you."
"The Second Day, bestow [Calendar]..." "The Third Day, bestow [Language]..."
The fetus spread its hands, commanding here: "By this seven-day oath, I command you to heed my call—"
"The Fourth Day, bestow [Value]..."
March 7th instinctively prophesied: "With this commotion, something incredible is about to arrive."
"The Fifth Day, bestow [Rules]..."
"The Sixth Day, bestow [Meaning]..."
"It was not you who created all things."
"Rather, humanity recreated you!"
"The Seventh Day, bestow [Dignity]... soon to witness [Primordial Action]!" "—With your divine body, lay the foundation for our paradise!"
Reaching toward the sky, the Philosophical Fetus extended a finger. In the heavens, a deity likewise extended a finger. Their fingertips touched, and a massive shockwave swept across the entire field!*]
[March 7th]:"This is Sunday's true power? So strong!"
[Mobius]:"If Aeons are embodiments of philosophical concepts, then can a Philosophical Fetus be considered an infant Aeon?"
[Herta]:"I suppose so. Although the probability of becoming a god is extremely low, Sunday at least has a sliver of possibility."
[Theresa]: *"So you're saying if Sunday were more selfish, he could potentially become the new [Order]
[Ruan Mei]:"No. Aeons are pure. If Sunday had ulterior motives, a Philosophical Fetus couldn't even exist."
[Fu Xuan]:"Although his methods were somewhat extreme, Sunday genuinely wanted to save the world." ["I swear by the desire of [Order]—"
"That's enough."
Robin said: "The paradise we agreed upon wasn't meant to have only [Order] as an option!"
"True happiness should be all things that still stand tall before [Nihility]. That is the true way for a person to live!"
Unmoved, Sunday continued unleashing Primordial
Action: "Taiyi, heed the call and return!"
"Brother... the weaknesses of humanity aren't for others to redeem."
With everyone working together, accompanied by the Astral Express's final crash, Sunday finally fell. "So... why does life slumber?"
Amidst everyone's vigilance, Stelle put away the hat in her hand and firmly gave her answer to
Sunday: "Because... someday..."
"We will wake from the dream!"
Sunday trembled. The Philosophical Fetus fell from the stage. "The night is... still too short..."
Robin gently caught the falling Sunday, whispering softly in his ear: "Brother... it's time to wake up."]
[Tesla]:"This sibling hug got me teary-eyed... You two must be okay..."
[Stelle]:"We finally won!"
[March 7th]:"I think in the end, Sunday did let go."
[Otto]:"He merely abandoned these methods. With his personality, the dream of creating a beautiful paradise for humanity won't disappear."
[Qingque]:"I really didn't expect the final blow in this battle to be delivered by the Astral Express crashing into him."
[Aha]:"Aha says the Astral Express should add a ramming prow to its front~ That would make crashing much more satisfying~"
[Pom-Pom]:"You shut up! Absolutely not allowed, pa!"