Inside the livestream.
[Aventurine: Not bad. She actually found herself a bodyguard. That way, she'll have help in the dream.]
[Stelle: Tch, that Acheron doesn't look reliable at all. She should've just given me the pill instead.]
Stelle was clearly unhappy that Jaina hadn't given her the pill. What, was she looking down on the Stellaron-powered being of the universe?
[March 7th: I think she's more reliable than you—only second to me, of course.]
[Jade: Sigh… there's still one pill left. I hope it goes to me.]
[Dr. Ratio: Obviously, I would be the most useful to her. It should be given to me.]
[Argenti: Oh~~~ of course it should be given to me. As a Knight of Beauty, I cannot remain in such a state.]
Those who still cared about their image all felt the final pill should go to them. After all, once infected, everyone became at least a little abnormal. No one wanted to do something socially humiliating.
[Black Swan: Stop dreaming. The last pill will definitely go to the stowaway.]
[Robin: Who exactly is the stowaway?]
[Silver Wolf: Heh, you can guess. I'm very much looking forward to Miss Robin mutating.]
[Charlotte: This is big news. It deserves proper coverage.]
[Sunday: I think you should report on yourselves instead. Don't forget—someone chose Fontaine.]
[Furina: Does that mean… I'll transform too?]
[Chevreuse: Hmm… headache.]
[Lynette: Huh? Why did it suddenly start raining?]
[Lyney: The Hydro Dragon must be crying again. Quick, say the spell.]
[Furina: I'll do it… Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don't cry.]
[Sigewinne: Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don't cry.]
[Valerius: No way… was he scared into crying? That would be something.]
[Neuvillette: ... ]
[Stelle: I don't care about Fontaine. Just watch—I'll knock Jaina out with one swing later.]
Stelle couldn't care less about Fontaine. All she knew was that Jaina had pills and didn't give her one. That was enough reason—Jaina had to be eliminated.
[Nicole: Heh, she has a bodyguard. Can you handle that?]
[Stelle: Sounds like you don't know the power of the Galactic Baseballer.]
[Valerius: You… should probably avoid throwing your life away.]
[Stelle: What do you mean? You think I can't beat Acheron?]
[Valerius: Can you beat Jing Yuan? Can you beat Feixiao? Can you beat Phantylia?]
[Stelle: What do you mean, picking only Emanators for comparison?!]
She was speechless. Every example he gave was an Emanator. There was no way she could win.
[Welt: Mr. Valerius's point is… Miss Acheron is also an Emanator.]
Welt reacted quickly, hitting the key point.
[Aventurine: Damn… a big shot.]
[Jade: An Emanator?!]
[Black Swan: As expected.]
[Boothill: Well I'll be damned, she's an Emanator? Then why pretend to be a Galaxy Ranger?]
[Acheron: To draw out the Galaxy Rangers and return the relic.]
Since everyone was already in the livestream, Acheron simply explained. If anyone wanted the relic, they could come get it.
[Valerius: Alright, take that discussion elsewhere. Stelle, you can go challenge Acheron now. I've seen "Illuminating All Rivers"—now I want to see "I Weep for the Departed" once.]
[Stelle: Hmph… hmph… hmph… I'll let her off this time.]
[Sparkle: She chickened out, chickened out. The little gray-haired girl chickened out.]
[Herta: What's there to fear? Do a few more runs in the Simulated Universe, and I'll back you up.]
As if she wasn't an Emanator herself. Against someone like Acheron, she could definitely win… probably… maybe.
[Silver Wolf: With your little Herta dolls? Don't make me laugh.]
[Herta: Jade, I'll send you Silver Wolf's game account later. Delete her data.]
[Jade: Understood.]
[Silver Wolf: You—you—you can't do that! We can negotiate anything, just don't delete my save data!]
[Jade: Too late. I've already given the order.]
[Silver Wolf: How can you do this?! Do you know how long it took me to grind that?! I finally got lucky for once—how are you going to compensate me?!]
[Kafka: Alright, you're not a child anymore. Stop crying and making a fuss.]
[Silver Wolf: I am not crying or making a fuss.]
[Yae Miko: Aww, how pitiful.]
[Valerius: Don't worry, Wolfy. I've got plenty of fun games here. No need to use the company servers.]
[Silver Wolf: What game?]
[Valerius: Getting Over It.]
[Silver Wolf: I'll try it sometime.]
[Valerius: Good, I'll set it up for you.]
Just try it—you won't say a word after one run.
As everyone chatted idly, time passed, and the next day arrived inside the space.
Seeing all the guests gathered in the lobby, Jaina was surprised. Wasn't the dream supposed to be beautiful? Why were they all wandering around the lobby instead of staying inside?
At that moment, Robin slowly approached the front desk.
"Excuse me, I need a spacious place to practice singing. Could you arrange one for me?"
"Spacious?"
Jaina found it strange. Shouldn't singing practice require a quiet place? What was this about needing space?
But Robin was wearing a white dress, and Jaina didn't dare offend her.
"You can use the lounge area over there."
Following the direction Jaina pointed, Robin looked over and nodded in satisfaction. "That will do."
Arriving at the lounge, Robin took out a microphone and a disc.
"Hmm, which song should I practice?"
These were items she had obtained in the dream, and the disc contained many songs. She planned to learn them all.
In the end, she decided to go through them one by one.
[March 7th: Oh! Miss Robin is going to sing! I'm excited.]
[Barbara: Wow~~ can't wait, can't wait.]
[Furina: Then allow me, Fontaine's great artist, to appraise this performance.]
[Sunday: Heh, just listen carefully—my sister's beautiful voice.]
[Valerius: This is a bizarre world. You'd better not expect too much.]
That reminded everyone—Robin might be an excellent singer, but this was a corrupted world. And she herself had been affected. Could her singing still be normal?
"Do, do, la, fa! cough cough."
She warmed up her voice first, fully opening her throat before finally beginning to sing.
At the same time, the speakers beside her started playing.
"No matter how I try, I can't escape this dazzling world. Turns out I'm just a drunken butterfly…"
[Valerius: Pff—!]
He nearly spat blood. Her vocal warm-up had sounded fine, and he had actually been looking forward to it—but then she started singing this?
The mismatch was unreal.
[Sunday: …Robin?]
He couldn't understand. What exactly was his sister singing? It didn't match her style at all.
[Barbara: I think it sounds pretty nice—very catchy.]
[Serval: As expected of a superstar. Just one line, and it leaves an impression.]
The livestream was full of praise. Even though everyone felt the song didn't suit Robin, she still sang it well.
But the infected people inside the space didn't see it that way.
The moment the music started, all of them stood up, walked over to Robin, and formed neat rows.
"1, 2, 3, 4."
Following the rhythm, everyone began to dance.
As for the dance…
…it was square dancing.
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