Pela: It's so touching to reconcile with one's past and hardships.
Fu Xuan: That's not quite right. It's not about reconciling with hardships, but with one's past self. Hardships are not worth pausing for or forgiving—only one's own heart is.
March 7th: I don't quite understand, but in short, it's a good thing.
Qingque: Speaking of which, the screen hasn't ended yet. Is there more content?
Amidst their conversation, everyone was astonished to realize that this broadcast's video had not concluded; the screen suddenly went completely black. However, after only a moment, two female voices broke the silence.
"The light of the sha jin stone... has disappeared," one of the female voices said, her tone calm and firm, as if she had long anticipated this outcome: "This only represents one result."
Bronya: That voice... Is it Topaz?
Qingque: Oh-ho? Another senior executive from the Strategic Investment Department?
Then, another voice emerged—that was Jade's reply, "He fulfilled his promise and got what he wished for."
One could hear that the exchange between the two was accompanied by slight static, as if they were conversing through some kind of remote communication device.
Topaz's voice sighed softly, then said, "As planned, your stones have been successfully delivered into the family's territory. So—"
"Let's fulfill our duty and begin the harvest."
When the screen lit up again, what appeared before their eyes was a room deeply buried in a beautiful dream.
In the independent room, there was only a crystal-clear jade stone. At this moment, it was gradually emitting a captivating glow, attracting the gaze of the guards present.
"I come to pay homage, I come to pour wine, I come to possess," Jade's chanting voice sounded from off-screen as the jade stone's light grew even more dazzling.
"I bestow poison upon the sweet dew, planting in spring and harvesting in autumn, quietly awaiting withered fruits on the branches."
"All dedicated to... the Amber Lord."
Goodbye, Kakavasha, The End.
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Onboard the Astral Express.
March 7th was delightedly playing with a Light Cone that had suddenly appeared before her. Besides the Light Cone, there were also many interesting photos from the Herta Space Station, Jarilo, and The Train.
The angles of these photos were all optimal, as if they had been taken by a professional photographer who was always following along.
March 7th carefully put away these photos, intending to sort and organize them thoroughly when she had time later. However, just as she was immersed in her joy, a loud "bang" suddenly came from the adjacent room.
"Uncle Yang? Are you alright?" March 7th's heart tightened, and she quickly opened her door to check the situation, only to her surprise finding a robot twice her size standing prominently in the middle of The Train's corridor.
"Wow... What on earth is this thing?" March 7th couldn't help but be startled.
"It's me, little March~" Welt's familiar voice came from inside the robot.
"Uncle... Uncle Yang? What exactly is this thing?" March 7th was still shaken.
"This is the MSR-7 Skyfather Giant Robot!"
Welt couldn't hide his excitement, his voice even trembling slightly, "It can not only freely change its size according to the user's needs, like this mini form now; but once it enters combat, its body can even expand to hundreds of meters tall! Whether it's power or firepower configuration... ahem."
Welt, in his excitement, seemed to realize that his persona was about to be compromised, and quickly cleared his throat to cover his embarrassment, then swiftly walked out from behind the robot.
"Wow, this is really great... By the way, where did Stelle go?" March 7th curiously looked around, but was surprised to find that where Stelle's seat usually was in the carriage, there was now only a rather delicate-looking golden garbage cans.
"Hey there, I'm here!" Just as March 7th felt confused, she saw the garbage cans suddenly shake, and then Stelle poked her head out from inside, cheerfully shouting:
"How about that, didn't expect it? Although this garbage cans looks quite small, its internal space is actually almost as large as an entire carriage room! It's simply amazing!" Stelle's eyes sparkled with excitement.
Facing this situation, March 7th was clearly somewhat unable to comprehend, but she still chose to give full respect.
Then, she turned her gaze to the other side of the carriage, only to see Himeko completely engrossed in tinkering with a brand new coffee machine, and beside her, piles of various coffee beans and related tools...
"Hmm? Wait, coffee? It can't be real..." March 7th's smile gradually froze.
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At the same time, Dreamscape Reef.
Gallagher was sitting quietly near the Great Void. Suddenly, a slight tremor came, followed by a soft voice that sounded in his ear:
Due to unforeseen circumstances affecting the viewing live stream, the 'Fiction' was directly exposed. As compensation, the body created by 'Fiction' will be replaced with 'Reality'.
Before hearing this news, Gallagher had already prepared himself for his impending disappearance, but when the voice sounded in his ear again, he realized that this did not seem to be a joke.
"Reality..." he murmured to himself, simultaneously keenly aware that his five senses had undergone a tremendous change. In the past, those fictional things, whether touch, taste, or sight, were vastly different from real objects; but at this moment, all sensations became so real, as if he had never left the real world.
"Old Man... It seems I won't be able to go to hell and drink with you for a while." Gallagher smiled bitterly and shook his head, then skillfully mixed a cocktail and raised it to the void:
"With this 'Premature Burial' I salute you, Dreamer—"
He gazed into the distance and said softly:
—To the stagnant time.
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Company Headquarters, Billpoint, Strategic Investment Department, Aventurine's lounge.
A strange roulette wheel appeared in a corner of the room.
Aventurine's gaze fell on this newly appeared strange roulette wheel.
Initially, he didn't have much expectation for this roulette wheel; after all, a spinning wheel? Heh, the thing he trusted most was his good luck, and there could only be one possibility: the grand prize.
So, with a nonchalant attitude, he slowly walked towards the roulette wheel.
Compensation includes one draw chance. Please pull the lever to draw. The prize will appear directly in a reasonable location.
Third Prize: Ownership of a barren planet.
Second Prize: Ownership of a random commercial area in Billpoint.
First Prize: Partial shares of Interstellar Peace Corporation (1%).
Grand Prize: Resurrection Coin.
However, when Aventurine saw the prize description for the grand prize flashing above the roulette wheel, his originally relaxed and casual expression instantly became somewhat stiff.
Aventurine's eyes widened, his lips slightly parted, but he couldn't utter a sound. His throat was dry, as if a fire was burning within.
He took a deep breath with all his strength, then slowly exhaled, trying to calm his turbulent emotions. But each breath came with a slight tremor, preventing him from fully settling down.
Luck... luck... luck... As an experienced and battle-hardened gambler, Aventurine had been through countless thrilling gambles, but he had never imagined that one day he would be so nervous.
Finally, after a difficult struggle, Aventurine slowly extended his trembling hand, moving closer to the roulette wheel. His fingers tightly gripped the lever, feeling the cold metallic touch, yet he still couldn't suppress the tension and fear in his heart.
After a long and painful psychological struggle, Aventurine finally mustered the courage and, with all his might, pulled down the lever.