To be honest, Robin had been waiting for this day for a very long time.
From childhood to adulthood, her eyes could only hold one person: Sunday.
Because the image of him in her heart was so perfect—doting on his sister, excelling in both studies and character, exceptionally handsome... If asked to list Sunday's virtues, Robin could go on for an entire day.
But there was one thing she had to admit: Sunday liking men was his biggest flaw.
And how could she be blamed for that? Admittedly, she had indeed driven away every woman around Sunday over the years, but Sunday still had her!
She could completely take on the role of every woman in Sunday's life journey—whether as a sister, childhood sweetheart, classmate, teacher, superior, colleague, delivery rider, plumber, creditor...
Yet Sunday showed no appreciation at all, and even now, he was still at odds with her.
"Robin? I've told you, what's happening now has nothing to do with you. Don't get involved..." Seeing this familiar face, Sunday said somewhat angrily.
"Brother, why didn't you tell me earlier that you like being hit?" Robin asked with a look of pity on her face.
Sunday: "Wha... what?"
Robin raised her small hand high, a sickly gleam flashing in her eyes: "Brother, if you like it, you could have just told me. I would definitely satisfy you... But it's not too late to say it now, right?"
Smack smack smack!
While this pair was putting on a show of deep sibling affection over here, at the boundary of the Asdana star system, a cosmic fleet quietly warped in and arrived.
This was Asta's private fleet, though nominally it belonged to the Herta Space Station. This identity cleverly avoided taking a stance with Asta's company faction, preventing unnecessary political entanglements.
After this fleet entered the Asdana star system, the influence of Ena's Dream followed closely, pulling them into a dream named Exploitation.
However, this time, the dream did not go as smoothly as before. Not long after the fleet members fell into the dream, they keenly noticed the oddity of Ena's Dream:
"This level of oppression—how could we possibly accept it?"
"Even the lowest-tier contracts Miss Asta has are not this stingy!"
"Hmph, what kind of lousy corporation is this? If you can't pay properly, then don't operate! There are plenty of others who can run a corporation if you won't!"
"..."
Although Asta always spoke in a lazy tone during calls, she had listened patiently and carefully to every word Stelle said, and the fleet she sent was carefully selected.
Asta had specifically chosen a fleet with top-tier contracts—these people mostly earned over a million in annual salary, with three months of non-holiday vacation each year, and daily body maintenance by top health nutritionists. Once they fell into this dream of exploitation, they would notice the anomaly faster than anyone else.
At the same time, due to Aventurine's ongoing "slacking off" debuff, the very foundation of Ena's Dream had begun to waver. With the addition of this group of "refuse exploitation" free wills, Ena's Dream faintly showed signs of loosening and collapsing, and some of the stronger Pathstriders also began to gradually awaken.
...
Smack!
"Is this your backup plan?"
Sunday caught Robin's fist with one hand, saying coldly: "Dragging out time with me here, trying to take the opportunity to break Ena's Dream?"
"You're thinking too simply."
"Whether it's Gallagher or Robin, I admit that personally, I do indeed have some selfish desires and fetishes, but... if I put my personal selfishness on one side of the scale and the future of the masses on the other, I would unhesitatingly choose the latter!"
"The final negotiations end here. Now, Dominicus, heed the summons and return!"
Rumble—
Countless light points gathered around Sunday, ultimately recasting that golden and white sun.
"Hm?"
As the Dominicus formed, Stelle suddenly felt a surge of power from the [Harmony] within her body being stirred, achieving some kind of frequency resonance with the Dominicus.
In this moment, Stelle and Sunday locked eyes, both able to sense the power of Xipe emanating from the other.
"This is..." Stelle was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized—this was [Harmony], hearts united as one, selfless sharing.
After all, the Dominicus's body contained a portion of [Harmony]'s authority, so when this power was activated, Stelle, who was also under Xipe's gaze, naturally sensed the disturbance in that power.
And it was precisely because of this principle that a bold idea emerged in Stelle's mind:
Was there a possibility: she could charge into the Dominicus's divine body and vie with Sunday for partial control of the Dominicus?
"Oh? I almost forgot."
Sunday sneered, "This body still holds the power of [Harmony], but let me share a fun fact with you—in the song of [Harmony], everyone's thoughts are shared with each other."
"In other words, when we both use the power of [Harmony] at the same time, I can hear your inner voice."
"Your plan is already completely exposed!"
Hearing this, Stelle was stunned for a moment and asked cautiously: "Ah? Really?"
Sunday: "Of course..."
Stelle's inner voice: Sunday, you are a XXXXXX (fragrant, soft, glutinous, cute, and adorable... —translated from synesthesia beacon)
But before he could finish his words, his handsome face suddenly darkened: "What you said is way too crude, isn't it?"
Stelle smiled awkwardly, scratching her head somewhat guiltily: "I was just testing it out."
Stelle's inner voice: Oh oh oh, so he really can hear my inner voice now. That's bad—if that's the case, the plan being exposed is a small matter. What if he hears something he shouldn't? Thoughts are hard to control.
For example, that night on the train before...
Sunday, unable to tolerate it any longer, interrupted Stelle's thoughts: "Don't think about those weird sounds and dialogues—they're too cringeworthy!"
Stelle: "Sorry."
Sunday: "..."
"Hmph, no more chit-chat with you all. After dealing with you, I still need to handle that esteemed guest from the company."
Sunday snorted coldly, "The Twentieth Day, Twenty Layers of Primordial Opus!"
In that endless chaos, a divine and majestic hand extended out. The Dominicus faced its fingertip, briefly making contact for an instant—
"..."
The imagined energy shock did not come immediately, because after the two fingers met for an instant, they underwent multiple separations, meetings, separations, meetings...
(Acheron, who had been knocked flying earlier, thought: Kids, I've gotten used to it.)
Stelle: "Isn't this basically spamming the skill twenty times in a row? It's a turn-based game— you're exploiting a bug to cheat!"
Rumble—
At that moment, a roar of engines suddenly sounded from the horizon. That was not the sound effect of Primordial Opus, but... a train crossing the galaxy!
"Nameless Guest! The Conductor's here to help you, Pom!"