"A Galaxy Ranger, an Emanator of Nihility, a Memokeeper from the Garden of Recollection."
"And there's Aventurine from the IPC, Stellaron Hunters too... no."
"And even Miss Robin..."
March blinked as she stared curiously at Robin beside her, secretly sizing up the Halovian girl.
Halovians and Harmony really did seem like a perfect match.
And in the battle ahead—
Robin would undoubtedly become one of their strongest cards.
"Stelle, this next fight sounds pretty exciting!"
"Mhm!"
"March, I want to get justice for Senior Mikhail!"
"So let's go!"
"Rules are meant to be broken!"
"Besides, we've got Evan covering for us anyway!"
Stelle clenched her fist tightly.
After inheriting everything Mikhail left behind, she had already seen the entirety of his life.
That hat wasn't merely Mikhail's legacy.
It was the inheritance of his Trailblazing spirit.
Trailblaze meant walking farther along roads left unfinished by those who came before.
And the Penacony Mikhail dreamed of—
Never belonged to the Order.
Hearing Stelle's determination, March also tightened her grip around her bow.
After all, Pom-Pom had sent them off the train to search for the three Nameless.
And among them—
Aside from Tiernan, who lived out a grand and spectacular life—
The fates of the other two left even March furious.
Mikhail spent his entire life contributing to Penacony.
Yet in his old age—
He was betrayed.
His achievements were stolen.
A Nameless who had dedicated his life to Penacony's freedom—
Was rewritten into a capitalist "Watchmaker" obsessed with wealth.
Even his traces and beliefs had been erased from Penacony itself.
And Lazalina was no different.
The true founder of Penacony's dreamscape.
Yet after the dream was successfully built—
She simply vanished.
Leaving behind only a research journal to prove she had ever existed.
"Looks like this really is one hell of a gamble."
"A Nameless, the IPC's wanted criminals, a Memokeeper, Masked Fools, and Stellaron Hunters..."
Aventurine narrowed his eyes and slowly stood up amidst the discussion.
"In that case..."
"I'd like to join this gamble as well."
"Would you allow me to make an investment?"
Behind the dark sunglasses, his sharp eyes landed directly on Evan.
This Nameless...
It felt different.
The other Nameless carried the aura of Trailblaze.
But Evan's presence was strange.
How should he put it?
Aventurine sensed traces of the Amber Lord's power from him.
Not much—
Far less than the Cornerstone power within his Aventurine Stone.
But it was unmistakable.
The power of Qlipoth.
"Of course."
Evan glanced back at him.
"Since the IPC's representative is already here, Mr. Aventurine, you'll be responsible for keeping the Family's higher-ups occupied."
"Make sure nobody interferes while we move."
"After all..."
"You're one of Diamond's most capable people."
"Right?"
Evan didn't refuse.
Truthfully, in the original script, Aventurine had gambled with his own life.
Using himself as the price—
To guide the Trailblazers toward the truth.
From Robin's death...
To his game against Sunday...
He'd been leading events from behind the scenes the entire time.
And the most absurd part?
Using three Cornerstones to play Sunday completely into his hands.
Only after all that did Jade and Topaz arrive to discuss Penacony's ownership.
Although Evan really didn't like the IPC—
Aventurine and Topaz themselves weren't really the problem.
Topaz wanted Bronya to sell Belobog because her own planet had survived by relying on the IPC.
Sure, they ended up working for the company.
But people survived.
She just hadn't expected Bronya to have a genius backing her now.
And even without that—
Bronya would've never sold her world's sovereignty.
Belobog endured seven hundred years.
What couldn't they continue enduring?
As for Aventurine—
Everything came down to profit.
Too many interests were tied to Penacony.
Unless the Family itself fractured—
Nothing afterward could proceed smoothly.
Still...
Something felt wrong.
Aventurine had been on Penacony for quite some time now.
Aside from his first clash with Sunday—
Everything afterward felt...
Off.
All of his plans.
All his calculations.
All his carefully arranged "protagonist moments" seemed completely useless.
The script here had changed too quickly.
So quickly that when Dan Heng arrived with the Galaxy Rangers—
Aventurine had still been completely stunned.
"As for... Miss Robin."
Evan turned toward her.
"You know this already."
"Everything was orchestrated by Gopher Wood."
"Your brother was just another puppet."
Just like Sunday was an extreme siscon—
Robin was absolutely a brocon.
Robin lowered her eyes briefly.
Then nodded.
"...I understand."
"I'll use Harmony's resonance."
"I'll synchronize every voice within the dream."
"I won't allow Order's noise to interfere with your actions."
"Good."
Evan smiled.
"Everything's ready."
"Himeko."
"Mr. Yang."
"March."
"Stelle."
"Dan Heng."
"Time to queue up for the raid."
...
Penacony Dreamscape — Golden Hour
Rain began falling softly.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Upon Golden Hour.
No—
Not just Golden Hour.
As the rain descended—
All twelve dreamscapes felt it.
Across the dream world—
A little golden fish swam everywhere, wandering through the dream.
Whispering stories of Elation into travelers' ears.
An ancient Glamoth mech roamed throughout the dreamscapes—
Trying to attract attention.
An IPC Strategic Investment Department executive led company personnel across Penacony—
Keeping key Family members under surveillance.
Aventurine personally invited several Family heads together.
Under the excuse of—
Discussing Penacony's historical debt issues.
After all—
Debt collectors had their specialties.
At the highest point of Golden Hour—
A Galaxy Ranger raised his revolver.
Inside the chamber—
A cyan bullet radiated the aura of the Hunt.
Calling for something.
Within Nihility's shadows—
A Self-Annihilator rested her hand upon the blade called Naught.
Slowly—
She drew it.
Then raised her arm—
And slashed toward the dream before her.
Meanwhile—
A group of Nameless Trailblazers walked forward proudly—
Toward Penacony's grand theater.
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