Just as many players were anticipating Sunday to say those words to himself...
The corner of Sunday's mouth slightly curled up.
He said:
"I really... dislike you."
Wonweek in the plot was stunned!
Countless players watching the plot were also dumbfounded!
What...
Is this right?!
"What's going on, are you sure you didn't say it wrong?" Wonweek looked surprised.
...
"Hahaha the previous comments about softening are killing me."
"Laughing to death, Wonweek's moved for nothing."
"Were you expecting him to say he likes you? Hahaha..."
"He always manages to surprise..."
"Everyone run, this is not narcissism!"
"How to put it, I feel like Sunday really would dislike himself."
"This is tsundere, right! He must be saying the opposite!"
"Done for, putting myself in Wonweek's shoes, my heart is completely chilled."
"Cutting ties with oneself."
...
At the screening venue.
Wonweek had almost the same expression as his character in the plot!
"How can there be such a person!"
"Disliking oneself, yet wanting to control everything!"
"Completely disregarding others' feelings... you're simply the worst person in the world!"
Seeing Wonweek breaking down.
Sunday, however, remained calm and composed.
In fact, if you looked closely.
There was a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.
As if seeing Wonweek break down was something quite amusing to him.
And on the big screen at this moment.
Sunday in the plot was still launching a Follow-Up Attack!
...
"Many of the qualities you possess do indeed lie within me. On many occasions, I too have wanted to say a few witty words, express my thoughts directly, or show my dislike for someone without any reservations..."
"Or perhaps love. I also want to tell her that I love every one of her songs."
Wonweek was already on the verge of breaking down, thanks to Sunday.
He argued, "Then go and do it, Sunday. You always talk about keeping the bird in a cage, but in reality, you're the one who's imprisoned."
"Look in the mirror—self-discipline, hesitation—what else is left in your life? Living like a piece of marble, you can only shatter into pieces when you fall."
Sunday shook his head, "But I won't become you. I can't do it."
"I despise frivolous people, and even imitating them makes me uncomfortable. Even if I fail, I won't easily let go of certain principles, like propriety and nobility."
"And my attitude towards Harmony is largely the same. Whether it's you or the Path, if what I once questioned or resisted turns out to be the very strength I must rely on in the future..."
"Then this time, I will entrust the tuning to my true self."
"I will ask you to complete it."
Wonweek looked astonished, "What is this? Tossing a coin into the sky and letting it decide your fate?"
"You're not that kind of person. Did the train hit your head? Or have you been possessed by the company's gambler?"
...
"Wonweek really speaks my mind."
"Aventurine: Feels like he's insulting me, not sure, let's see."
"Looks like a certain company executive left quite an impression on Sunday."
"Just looking at Wonweek, I know Sunday would fit right in with our Astral Express Crew!"
"Wonweek doesn't even bother to straighten his halo."
"I thought it was just the angle, but he did it on purpose. Wonweek, you really [facepalm]."
"Rebellion is his thing."
...
"Failure is always the best teacher. To save more people, you must first understand why they live and why they die. The best way is to experience it yourself."
"See, I'm already trying to make changes."
"Whether it's merging into one or one side disappearing, I leave the outcome of this tuning to fate, and by this, I will test—whether I can open my arms and embrace everything I once detested."
"Only then can I truly step into the world and walk the earth with all beings."
Wonweek: "And if you can't do it?"
"Then there's nothing to be done. It just means I'm the same as before..."
"Just someone who always disappoints my Little Sister."
As the words fell.
A door appeared on the stage ahead.
There, lay the "endpoint" Sunday was about to reach.
Walking along the broad red carpet towards the glowing curtain.
Sunday's voice echoed like a prayer.
"Falling is but another name for flying."
"That's why I'm grateful for my broken wings."
"To the mortal world, to see the earthly realm."
"And then to live as a human, to die as a human."
"Until the end, I will reach out to the sky with the weak."
"On this Planet of Festivities, whatever identities I've had, they no longer matter."
"What responds to us won't be the gods, but the self that belongs to tomorrow."
At the center of the stage.
Was a Light Cone engraved with Sunday's image.
In the Light Cone, his expression was unclear, but his contemplative posture was evident.
And around him, five fingers pointed towards himself.
...
"Magnificent!"
"Old Feather, I want this Light Cone!"
"Turning it into merchandise would definitely make a fortune!"
"The four hands on the Light Cone belong to Gopher Wood, Robin, Ena, and Xipe. Only the fifth hand in the lower left corner is unidentified..."
"That fifth hand should probably be Sunday himself."
...
Wonweek smiled with relief: "I don't seem to have much to say. But since it's time to say goodbye, here's one last piece of advice for you."
"When cracking jokes, use your heart, not technique—and definitely don't explain them every time."
"Though, forget it. For you, it's probably better not to joke at all."
Sunday nodded: "I can't deny that."
"That's the most frustrating part. How did I become such a boring person? 0 ..."
Wonweek looked helpless.
He chuckled.
He continued:
"But even so, don't overwork yourself. There will always be someone who feels sad and hurt."
"Mm."
The two of them walked forward together.
Sunday paused on the stage.
While Wonweek continued to stride ahead.
Bathed in golden light.
He murmured, "The Planet of Festivities, the land of dreams. Now, I bid farewell to my homeland."
His feet left the ground.
His entire body floated into the air.
He spread out his hands.
His body formed a cross shape in the air.
A grand chant echoed in the background.
"If one wishes to take their final bow..."
"They must first return to the stage."
His final words had already transformed into a chorus of many voices, both male and female.
And a colossal divine statue rose from the ground!
It appeared before Sunday like a mountain.
...
"Oh my god, the change in his eyes here, my heart aches for the little bird, wuwuwu..."
"He still loves Wonweek, after all!"
"Don't do it! I quite like Wonweek, I still want to touch the fluffy ball on his head!"
"Emanator of Harmony. The Resonant Choir. Dominicus of Many Wishes, reboot!"
"Old Yang in the audience: Put your hand down!"
"Sunday: I'm fighting the Resonant Choir, is this real?"
"Will you win, Sunday!"
...
At the same time.
At the viewing site.
Wonweek, seated, also smiled with satisfaction.
Because,
He heard himself deliver that line.
It was indeed cool!
Very fitting.
"Then..."
"Next..."
"Let the plot and reality... merge!"
His finger lightly tapped the armrest.
It seemed like he was making a move to stand up.
But his entire body began to float into the air.
Sunday, realizing something was amiss, asked with a serious expression, "You... what are you doing?"
Wonweek turned his head.
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
He whispered, "Since the plot has progressed to this point, it's time for us to take this step."
Sunday's expression changed!
He stood up abruptly from his seat.
"Are you trying to recreate the Resonant Choir here?"
"This wasn't agreed upon with anyone..."
But,
It was already too late to stop Wonweek.
His figure grew more distant.
Flying to a position below the large screen.
"Haven't you figured it out yet?"
"Your path ahead is filled with surprises and variables, nothing will develop according to your wishes..."
"Before we set off, let me teach you one last time."
As his words fell.
Within the vast venue.
Golden rain began to fall!