Sunday: The mysterious minion, this Remembrance Domain Memetic you control.
Aventurine: The Werewolf game is nearing its Tail, and this 'Werewolf' gentleman has already been exposed.
Sampo: Bro, why are you in there too?
Sparkle: Oh, the chicken-winged boy has joined the revival match! Let's give him a round of applause! His opponents in the revival match are Firefly and ~ his sister ~ Robin~~~
Giovanni: A reunion for siblings, that's good.
Gallagher: Just watch, haloed one.
As they conversed, the next round of playback began.
Now Playing — Goodbye, Kakavasha.
Qingque: Kakavasha? Is this another one of Aventurine's stories?
March 7th: He really didn't die... So that means the others also...
Sparkle: Eh eh, should we congratulate all the revival match players on advancing?
Aventurine slowly awoke from the endless darkness, his eyes snapping open, revealing a gaze filled with confusion and bewilderment. "What... is this place?" he murmured softly.
The sight before him was astonishing: an unimaginably vast black sphere floated in the air, like a colossal beast devouring the heavens and earth. It exuded a strange and powerful aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
White light flickered at the edge of the black hole, as if light was being swallowed by darkness, or perhaps darkness itself was emitting a faint white glow.
"A giant black hole... and the sea..."
"Did I... succeed?"
Aventurine muttered to himself. He felt his body was no different from usual, but he noticed that the sha jin stone in his hand had vanished at some point. However, at this moment, he didn't pay much attention to these details; his mind was solely focused on one thought—to move forward.
The black hole ahead became the only focal point in his vision, seemingly an entrance to an unknown world. With each step closer, an inexplicable gravitational pull tugged at him more intensely. Just then, a sorrowful female voice suddenly echoed in his ears.
—It was Aventurine's mother.
"...Welcome to this sorrowful world, Kakavasha."
March 7th: I heard people see their lives flash before their eyes before death.
March 7th: ...A bit scary!
Tail: You're quite timid.
March 7th: Eh? Tail, what a strange name... I think I've seen it before.
Tail: What?! Do you have a problem?! I didn't want to be called Tail!
As he continued walking, some illusory figures appeared beside Aventurine; to be precise, they were images of Aventurine himself in his childhood.
"Your good fortune is our most precious wealth, and that of all Evians..."
Faint voices lingered in his ears: We must part here, so run, Kakavasha, don't be afraid, don't look back, we will reunite under the aurora, goodbye, Kakavasha.
Then came the slave master's low, indifferent voice:
—"Two days, come out alive, prove your worth."
Aventurine simply continued to walk aimlessly, and Jade's voice rang out again:
"Wealth, status, power... The Company will give you everything you want and don't want."
Immediately after, his sister's kind voice reached his ears:
"And we will reunite under the next Kakava aurora."
Like a revolving lantern, the voices gradually made Aventurine's consciousness hazy and lost. Just then, a cold voice abruptly rang out, like a basin of ice water poured over his head, instantly sobering him.
"I regret to say, this is not the place you expected."
Aventurine suddenly turned his head; Acheron had appeared behind him at some point.
Acheron stood there silently, and unlike her usual appearance, her exposed skin was covered in large patches of blood-red stripes, and her signature purple hair had turned gray and white.
Aventurine was silent for a while, then that familiar yet perplexing smile reappeared on his face: "Nihility, is that it?"
"Perhaps to you, I am an Emissary hiding my identity, but..." Acheron calmly and slowly explained:
"The Sleeper in No-Form never glances at anyone; he is faceless, formless, and has no will... 'Nihility' equally envelops everyone."
"It's just that some people walk further in His shadow, tainted by more of the void... That's all."
Aventurine's smile grew more bitter: "That's all... Friend, you really leave me at a loss for words."
"So... this is my end, the land after death?"
Acheron gently shook her head and slowly said, "This is merely a fleeting dream, one of the myriad manifestations of 'IX.' Under the witness of 'Nihility,' we briefly stay here, then proceed in our own directions."
Aventurine simply said calmly, "It seems my death is already destined."
He had clearly cast death aside, but unfortunately, Acheron shook her head: "Even if you wish it... I cannot promise it."
"Since your goal has been achieved, I think you can be more honest."
Aventurine gazed into Acheron's blood-red eyes, asking in confusion, "What do you mean?"
Acheron slowly explained, "Your performance in the paradise was brilliant, a bluff... a simple yet effective trick that fooled almost everyone."
"No one would have thought that you went to such great lengths, even risking your Old Woman life, just to reconfirm a fact that seemed to have been denied long ago..."
"There is no 'true death' in the dreams of Penacony."
Aventurine just smiled and countered, "What reason do I have to do that?"
"Because only then can you touch the secret more unspeakable than the serial murders...."
"Only then can you use death in the dream to go there, to that promised land people constantly seek in this grand event...."
...The Clockmaker's legacy, the true 'Penacony.'
March 7th: What does that mean? If you die in a dream, you can enter a deeper dream?
Silver Wolf: Uh, this setting reminds me of an old movie, but indeed... this concealment is too miraculous.
Welt: I see. Under the Family's protection, people cannot die through conventional means—Aventurine mentioned before that he had tried to kill himself, but always woke up.
Welt: That's why the creature 'death' exists.
March 7th: Hmmm, does that mean this terrifying, almost like a serial killer, Memetic... is actually just a... bus?
Gallagher: A good deduction.