Huo Hua: It's done, today's broadcast time is long enough. Based on the last experience, it should be ending now. I'm also very curious about what I've done, hehe~
Now Playing — Dream Master: I swear, I'm really not an insider.
Huo Hua: ?
Sampo: Hahaha.
Silver Wolf: LOL, your mouth is almost as bad as a crow's.
Huo Hua: Boohoo... No, no, this isn't fun at all.
Sushang: Really? You're already so dejected?
Huo Hua: Hehe, of course I was just teasing you all. Now it's time to analyze the title~ Can this sentence be understood as — the Dream Master is a traitor? Wow, is the little chicken-winged boy going to start a magnificent rebellion?
Xing: Hmm... Why would His Majesty rebel?
What first came into view was a completely black screen, followed by Gallagher's familiar, low voice.
"You talk in your sleep, little bird. It's time to wake up."
As soon as he finished speaking, the screen suddenly lit up, revealing Gallagher and Sunday standing side by side. They were by a seat in Dreamscape Reef, with the boundless Great Void as the background.
"Ha..." Sunday took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.
Seeing this, Gallagher's lips curled up slightly, and he asked with a hint of playfulness, "What's wrong? Can't stand steady? Do you need me to help you?"
"I'm not dead?" Sunday's eyes widened as he spoke in disbelief.
Gallagher snorted coldly, a mocking smile on his face, and replied, "Are you happy?"
Facing Gallagher's sarcasm, Sunday didn't pay much attention. Instead, he frowned deeply and said firmly, "...Tell me where Robin is. Now."
Huo Hua: Never forget the original intention.
March 7th: Sunday was really kept in the dark, I thought he was faking it.
March 7th: So Gallagher might really be the big boss behind the scenes, he can even deceive the family's administrator.
Gallagher: Your imagination is indeed quite rich, but unfortunately, you guessed wrong.
"Heh, I knew your first reaction would be her." Gallagher chuckled, then said, "She's right here, don't worry, your sister is very safe. Now... she's probably still visiting the streets."
"If I were you, at this critical juncture, I'd be more concerned about yourself... After all, there's a scoundrel standing in front of you who just stabbed you in the chest."
Silver Wolf: I thought it was a common village, then I thought it was a werewolf, but it turned out to be someone from the clergy.
Yukong: He has a clear self-awareness.
Xing: So Gallagher really just brought Sunday to find his sister? He's quite a good person.
"If you truly intended to kill me, you wouldn't have given me a chance to exchange pleasantries... State your purpose, Clockmaker's dog." Sunday said with a somber expression.
"Hmph, you saw through that? No wonder you dared to go against the Dream Master and the Four Great Families. It seems my choice was correct." Gallagher's lips curled into a subtle smile.
"Choice?" Sunday frowned upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.
"You know what I'm going to do. My 'Fiction' has also been seen through by you, and there isn't much time left, so there's no need to pretend anymore...." Gallagher chuckled, then continued, "I want to cooperate with you."
Black Swan: If 'Fiction' is seen through, it's as good as not existing. In other words, Gallagher's life has entered a countdown.
March 7th: What? Then why did he do all this?
Gallagher: For the dead, for the idealists, for... the dreamers.
Gallagher: You will know sooner or later, there's no need for me, an Old Dog, to explain it all. Keep watching.
"Why do you think you can cooperate with me?" Sunday looked at him with cold eyes.
"Because the famous Robin also chose to stand on this side. Plus a clue from a traitor, and the bright future of Penacony—can such a special drink satisfy your appetite?"
However, Sunday remained unmoved. He sneered, "I find it hard to believe that a person full of lies can speak a few words of truth."
"It's okay, you don't have to believe me. What you should believe... is the justice in your heart."
After a brief silence, Sunday finally spoke slowly, his tone firm, "First, let me see Robin."
"Alright," Gallagher turned his gaze to the other side.
"As you wish, she's here."
As Gallagher's words fell, Sunday sharply turned his head. However, what appeared in his line of sight was not the sister he yearned for day and night, but a strange woman—Firefly.
Firefly looked at Gallagher with a bewildered expression, then shifted her gaze to Sunday, her eyes filled with confusion and incomprehension.
Firefly: Why... is everyone looking at me?
Huo Hua: Yes, I am Miss Robin.
Robin: Brother...
Sushang: What is this... situation? Are you doing something I don't understand again?
"What tricks are you playing again?" A hint of anger was clearly added to Sunday's eyes, but he still managed to suppress it.
"Hahaha, just kidding. I mean, this lady will take us to see Robin, right?" Gallagher said with a laugh.
Firefly crossed her arms over her chest indignantly and glared fiercely at Gallagher: "Of course, and the Astral Express and me. There are too many people... who need an explanation from you."
Xing: Ugh... I feel like this gaze has no killing power at all.
March 7th: Too bad, ready to glare.jpg
Xing: Where did you get so many strange emojis?
Firefly: I feel... a little embarrassed.
"Haha, that's really great. This way, distinguished Oak Family Head. Now all the actors... are here." Gallagher said with a smile, leading the two towards the distance.
....
After a black screen transition, they arrived at another location.
What came into view were three gravestones. It's worth noting that the one in the middle had nothing carved on it.
"These are the monuments I mentioned before. The names on them... should be familiar to everyone." A male voice came from off-screen.
"Lazarina and... Tiernan." Welt looked at the names on the gravestones and was silent for a moment.
The male voice continued to introduce:
"In the era when Penacony was still called 'Frontier Prison,' it was Trailblaze that connected it to the stars. They were all heroes who saved Asdana, and their names should have been carved on the monument of time, not on these small stones."
"However, now, The star of the Festival is left with only beautiful dreams, and the heavy history, like that prison... has long since vanished without a trace."