"Mental perception, very strong."
Kosma evaluated, and then, seemingly feeling that the explanation was sufficient, fell silent again.
(Alright... the conversation killer.)
Tribbie sighed lightly in her heart, but she didn't feel uncomfortable.
Although Kosma spoke little, every word was sincere, without any sense of perfunctoriness.
She quieted down and focused on following him.
Just when Tribbie thought this silence would last until they reached their destination, Kosma suddenly spoke up proactively. His voice was still flat, but carried a hint of curiosity.
"You, are you from Amphoreus?"
Tribbie was stunned, and quickly nodded: "Yes! Like Cyrene and Anaxa, I am one of the Golden Descendants."
"Golden Descendants..."
Kosma repeated the term, his gaze seeming to drift away for a moment. "I heard that your world has been in an endless cycle of reincarnation?"
"Yes, over thirty million times..."
Tribbie's voice dropped. Bringing this up always made her feel complicated. "It was very long, and very... painful. But it's better now. Madam Herta saved us."
Kosma nodded slightly. Instead of pressing for details about the reincarnation cycle, he asked another question: "Then, how do you feel now?"
"Me?"
Tribbie thought for a moment, then flashed a sincere smile. "I feel great! Although many companions still haven't been rescued, being able to walk around freely, talk, and meet new friends like this... and seeing a miraculous place like the Paradise, I'm already very happy! And Madam Herta treats me very well."
Kosma looked at the bright smile on her face, and a flicker of approval seemed to cross his eyes.
He nodded and said nothing more.
Just then, music faintly drifted from the end of the corridor ahead.
Dynamic music with a strong rhythm and distinct drum beats.
Kosma paused his steps.
Tribbie also widened her eyes in curiosity.
The two exchanged a look, quickened their pace, turned the final corner, and arrived at the entrance to the Paradise Hall.
Then, both stopped simultaneously, as if a pause button had been pressed, freezing in place.
If the corridor just now was a silent sanctuary, then the hall at this moment was... a disco!
The spacious central area of the hall, originally used for gatherings and discussions, was now being swept by shifting, dazzling lights.
Deafening, dynamic music surged from hidden speakers, the drum beats accelerating the heart rate of anyone nearby.
And in the center, where the lights focused, a scene that could only be described as a "group of demons dancing wildly" was unfolding.
The lead dancer was none other than Anaxa, the one from Amphoreus!
There was no smile on his face; he was even serious, his brow slightly furrowed.
Yet, his body followed the intense rhythm with movements that could be called textbook-standard, performing a dance of a unique style!
The swing of his arms, the movement of his feet, the twisting of his hips—all were precisely on the beat, executed with an uncanny seriousness.
Following him, arranged in a triangular formation and also dancing vigorously to the music, were three Flame-Chasers, distinct in style but currently united under the bizarre banner of the "Sunglasses Vigorous Dance Troupe."
On the sofa at the edge of the hall, Cyrene was holding her forehead, her azure eyes filled with the silent message: "I can't watch this," and "Who am I and where am I?"
On the small coffee table beside her, Eden held a glass of wine, gently swirling it, as if appreciating an alternative piece of "performance art."
Tribbie's mouth dropped into an O-shape, her eyes wide and round, completely stunned by the scene before her.
(A-Anaxa?! He's... leading the dance?! Wasn't Professor Anaxa's 'condition' supposed to be dancing secretly alone? How did it become a group activity?!)
She subconsciously looked at Kosma beside her.
Although the habitually calm youth still showed no major expression, his eyes clearly reflected Kevin, who was dancing enthusiastically in the center of the hall, and his pupils seemed to slightly dilate for a moment.
(Kevin... is dancing?)
Kosma was considerably shocked internally.
(And wearing those sunglasses... his movements are actually... so powerful. Could this also be some kind of... new training method?)
He was rarely thrown into temporary confusion.
Just then, Cyrene on the edge sofa seemed to notice the movement at the entrance and turned her head.
When she saw Tribbie, she was clearly startled, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.
She quickly stood up, avoided the "dance floor," and jogged over to Tribbie and Kosma.
"Ms. Tiripis? Why are you here?" Cyrene's voice was filled with surprise.
Tribbie finally recovered slightly from her shock, looked at Cyrene, and tried hard to force a smile: "Ah, little sister Cyrene! Just call me Tribbie!"
Her tone was natural, even carrying a hint of intimacy.
Cyrene was stunned again.
(Tribbie... calling me'sister' again? And her tone... it sounds a bit like when she wasn't fully conscious before. What's going on?)
Tribbie seemed to notice her confusion, blinked, and her eyes held a warm smile: "What is it, little Cyrene? Don't you like me calling you that?"
The tone suggested they were intimate sisters who had known each other for a long time.
Cyrene felt a warmth in her heart, quickly shook her head, and displayed a slight smile: "No, I like it very much. I was just a little surprised... Tribbie."
She accepted the more affectionate address.
"That's good then~"
Tribbie smiled sweetly, then eagerly pointed toward the center of the hall, lowering her voice, unable to hide her confusion. "But... little Cyrene, w-what exactly is going on here? How did Anaxa... start leading the dance? And those three... why are they following?"
Cyrene followed her gaze, and the corner of her mouth twitched again. She raised a hand to rub her temple, wearing an expression that said, "The past is too painful to recall."
"It's a long story..."
She sighed, explaining in the most concise language possible. "In short... Ms. Elysia seemed to have said something unintentionally while chatting with everyone... and as a result, it seemed to flip a certain... well, switch in Professor Anaxa."
Cyrene recalled Anaxa's eyes suddenly going blank, his body beginning to sway slightly, and muttering phrases like, "Rhythm... tempo... the concrete expression of knowledge..."
Then, before anyone could react, he suddenly slid into the center of the hall and announced in an extremely serious tone: "Practice yields true knowledge. Allow me to demonstrate what the 'Dance of Reason' is!"
Immediately after, the music mysteriously started playing, and he began dancing meticulously.
"Ms. Elysia thought it was... well, very interesting, and immediately joined in, saying she wanted to 'explore the rhythm of beauty together'."
Cyrene continued, her tone helpless. "As for Mr. Kevin and Ms. Vill-V..."
She glanced at the two Flame-Chasers wearing sunglasses and dancing with exceptional dedication. "I don't know either!"
Tribbie listened, dumbfounded, yet couldn't help wanting to laugh.
Kosma listened silently on the side, his gaze returning to Kevin in the dance area. Internally:
(So it wasn't training... those sunglasses. Kevin, he actually has this side to him...)
He felt that his perception of this person needed to be updated.
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