Phantylia was ultimately not Sunday; she did not know that for the protagonist group, nightmares often only triggered their "face-the-difficulty-head-on" mentality.
March 7th ran wild and enjoyed herself freely in the "nightmare," turning the nightmare into a beautiful dream and breaking free.
Dan Heng, due to excessive fear, awakened his own potential in the nightmare and relied on his willpower to break through it.
Bailu was even more relaxed, because this so-called "nightmare" merely let her live through an extremely ordinary day again; she could awaken with ease.
As for Jing Yuan and Yanqing, the master-disciple pair relied on their stubborn willpower to painstakingly repay all the debts in the dream realm and woke up with resentment.
Ah, of course, there were also some more unconventional cases. For example, Welt said he no longer dreams, so he simply never fell asleep!
But without a doubt, the moment the protagonist group broke through the nightmares was the day of Phantylia's downfall.
——[Luofu Arc, End]
As the live broadcast screen gradually darkened, a line of subtitles floated onto the screen.
——It's finally over.
This was probably the common sentiment in everyone's hearts as they watched.
Those who had appeared in the viewing—such as Jing Yuan, Bailu, Guinaifen, and others—undoubtedly felt fortunate in their hearts: Thank goodness, it's finally over, and I finally don't have to lose face anymore.
Jing Yuan felt that if he continued watching he might end up sitting at the same table as Jingliu and Blade; Bailu felt that her counterpart in this universe had far too low an IQ; and Guinaifen was terrified: I'm just a tiny streamer, what virtue or ability do I have to be General's boss?!
But it was good that it was all over.
Those who had not appeared in the viewing were also very relieved.
Kafka, Silver Wolf, and Blade's drastically altered appearances had all been seen by everyone; no one wanted their own drastically altered image to appear on screen and be displayed under the gaze of the entire galaxy.
Although everyone knew this was some kind of "parallel-universe counterpart" viewing and had nothing to do with them, they still had the same faces, so it was impossible not to feel a sense of substitution.
Plus the voices were the same too… just thinking about it was… sigh.
However, some people felt rather regretful. For example, Skott.
"Sigh, what a pity. Such a great opportunity, yet there wasn't any company leadership dirt?" Skott sighed and muttered to himself, "If I could get first-hand P45-level leadership dirt, my future promotion path would be much easier."
"What a shame."
——[Don't leave after watching, there's still a small egg~]
Everyone: ???
It's not over yet? There's still a master?
When this line of subtitles appeared on the screen, from the Emanators above to Skott below, everyone could not help but collectively suck in a breath of cold air—Aha, please take back your divine power!
Jing Yuan's earlier words were especially correct: If in this universe you are inexplicably pranked with no evidence, you can assume without exception that Aha did it.
After all, this Aeon of Elation is publicly recognized, alongside Akivili of [Trailblaze], as one of the "two most human-like Aeons."
Under everyone's tense gazes, the scene changed, and a rather technological-looking spaceship appeared before them.
The specifications of this spaceship were by no means small, but its price was probably in the eleven- to twelve-digit credit point range. Its exterior was low-key and luxurious, and its interior decoration was even more high-end and elegant. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, one could still see a shadowy figure standing by the window…
That was… Blade?
A collective question mark popped up above everyone's heads. At that moment, a black cat jumped onto Blade's shoulder, licked its paw, and said, "This time the task concerning Amphoreus will probably still have to be left to you."
Blade: "Why me again? Are the Stellaron Hunters really out of people? Why is every mission given to me? Do you all think I'm easy to bully? Let me tell you, I just came back from the Martial Exhibition Ceremony and I'm holding a stomach full of anger. You'd better—"
Black Cat: "I have no choice either. Boothill went on a mission, Kafka is on vacation, Firefly spends every day in her room watching surveillance and peeping on someone, and Silver Wolf… sigh, I feel like this account might be ruined. I'm considering whether to pull her girlfriend in."
Blade: "Girlfriend? Isn't Silver Wolf a girl? How can she have a girlfriend?"
Black Cat: "Aren't you a guy too? I saw in that manga you also have a guy… meow meow meow, I mean, the world is unpredictable."
While the two were talking, the camera moved and switched to the depths of the spaceship. In a huge room full of gaming atmosphere, Herta and Silver Wolf were lying on the sofa and bed respectively with their eyes closed, resting.
The atmosphere between the two was somewhat subtle.
[Silver Wolf: ber… Isn't this the egg about Blade's story? Why is the camera on me? And what's up with this woman? Why is she in my room?]
[Big Herta: How rude! What woman? Little girl, it's your honor that this genius has graced your room, got it?]
[Silver Wolf: Are you narcissistic?! You you you—what do you mean by that? You don't have any improper thoughts about me, do you?]
[Big Herta: Hilarious. I still prefer the big one. You? Forget it.]
[Silver Wolf: You… Hmph, hilarious. You're not that big either.]
At this moment, the person in the frame moved—it was Silver Wolf. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, then she looked warily at Herta on the sofa, a trace of surviving-a-disaster relief in her eyes.
She was so silly, really.
She had simply thought that she and Herta had naturally become "best" friends, but she never expected that after years of social anxiety, Herta had dumped all the accumulated feelings on her. She simply could not hold on!
One or two days were still okay, but this had already been… how many days?
Once a socially anxious person takes off their mask, their combat power is still somewhat abnormal. At least Silver Wolf was now struggling to hold on.
She moved gently, quietly got out of bed, and tiptoed little by little toward the door—one step, two steps… As the distance to the door grew closer, her distance to Herta also grew closer.
It's fine, she's asleep.
Silver Wolf comforted herself this way in her heart.
However, just as Silver Wolf sneakily reached the door and opened it, Herta woke up.
—"What are you doing?"
"Ah!"
Silver Wolf was startled by Herta's sudden words and retreated several steps in a row before stammering an explanation: "I've been playing these past few days and my limbs are a bit weak, so… so I got up to move around a bit."
Herta stretched her neck, her tone no longer carrying her usual social anxiety: "Right, exactly. My neck is particularly uncomfortable sleeping on this sofa. How about we go sleep together on that bed over there? It'll definitely be very comfortable."
Silver Wolf retreated a few more steps: "D-don't touch me!"
"Aren't you supposed to be very shy?! You, you—your true face is actually this kind of person!"
Silver Wolf was still young and inexperienced, so she naturally did not know that the more socially anxious a person is, the more perverted the side they hide inside.
Herta smiled shyly: "My true face… haven't I already shown it to you, Silver Wolf? Don't worry, in this life I'll only show it to you alone. Come, Silver Wolf, let's go back to bed and sleep."
"N-no, don't come over. I-I-I—I won't run anymore!"
Upon hearing this, Herta's expression suddenly changed. She sneered: "Hmph, I don't believe you. You're only thinking about escaping. It's safer if I hold you while sleeping."
"D-don't! I-I was wrong. I shouldn't have scolded you before. Please let me go!"
"Silver Wolf~ What nonsense are you saying? Aren't we 'intimate' best friends right now? Come, turn around. I forgave you long ago, really~"
"No, don't—!"
[Herta: ???!!!]
[Silver Wolf: !!!???]
[Asta: Wow! This is truly… truly eye-opening.]
[Arlan: Who put this live broadcast on my phone?]
[Perper: Woof woof!]
[Ruan Mei: So you like the smaller one too. (sticker·smile)]
Seeing such a "cruel and inhumane" scene, Herta and Silver Wolf rarely had the same thought: Who would be with this guy?! There's not even two taels of meat on the chest; anyone who didn't know would think the clothes were worn inside out.
This is absolutely slander! It must be that [Enigmata] Emanator who took action! Ptui! So disgusting!
Even in a parallel universe, the two of them could not imagine how they could ever fall for each other!
So this is definitely fake! Whoever looks dies!
Thus, almost at the same time, the two very tacitly began attacking the live broadcast platform. Unfortunately, they had no way to stop the video from continuing to play.
"It's over, it's all over now. Damn it!"
Silver Wolf gritted her silver teeth: "Scandal! This is definitely the biggest scandal of my life! Who wants to do this kind of thing with that narcissistic ghost Herta?!"
On the other side, Herta simply stared silently at a text message on her phone.
It was a "smiling face" sticker sent by Ruan Mei.
"..."
"Aaaah! Bastard! Who?! Who made this video?! I'm going to tear him apart!!"
In a fit of rage, Herta split the desk in front of her in half.
...
——[Dear viewers, please don't leave. Next up is the "Penacony Arc · Trailer"]
Everyone: ???
No way? There's still a master?!
Just a small egg already caused Herta and Silver Wolf to suffer together, and now there's a trailer… and it's even the Penacony arc?!
Who's going to suffer this time?!
In the next second, the scene changed. Firefly appeared in the lens. At this moment, she was standing on a bustling street with all kinds of strangely shaped passersby behind her. She herself looked rather out of place.
Like the viewers, this "Firefly" also had a bewildered expression on her face, clearly extremely puzzled by her current situation.
"This… where is this?" she muttered to herself.
Snap—
Just like when all films end and the director shouts "cut," the scene ended here. The entire lens fell into darkness, leaving only four large words on the screen:
To be continued.