[At 20 years old, under the guise of recuperation, you built a Golden Threads cage for Robin at the Morning Dew Manor and had her move in.]
[Robin didn't suspect anything and readily agreed. After all, you were her brother, and she always felt that whatever you said was right.]
[Every day, without fail, you would make time to visit her, whispering repeatedly in her ear about the chaos and dangers of the outside world.]
[You emphasized that only here was the safest home for her to recuperate peacefully.]
[You constantly repeated that all of this was for her own good.]
[Robin vaguely sensed that something was amiss, but under your persuasion, she still accepted the arrangement.]
On this day, the new decree you implemented met with resistance.
A small gang, entrenched in the commercial district, living by extortion, blackmail, and smuggling, dared to openly challenge your authority!
They not only ignored the decree but even attacked members of the Hound Family who went to enforce it!
Excellent.
This was the long-awaited opportunity.
The perfect moment to display the new Family Head's iron fist and establish prestige to deter the petty.
You personally led the team and quickly located the opponent's hiding place.
In the subsequent Sneak Attack, you ordered your subordinates to clear the area, then faced the fierce gang leader alone.
In front of your absolute Harmony power, all his resistance seemed pale and powerless.
The dream shattered, and the wailing came to an abrupt end.
There was no ripple in your eyes, as if you had merely crushed an insect.
[Villain Value + 100.]
[First-time trigger of Word Devouring! Target is dead, analyzing... Analysis complete!]
[During the simulation, temporary term Sneak Attack (Blue) was obtained.]
[Effect: Enhances the next attack, causing a large amount of extra damage, with a chance to apply a defense reduction effect.]
[This is a one-time term. Do you choose to load it? (Current available term slots: 0 / 3)]
Hearing the system prompt, Orion was delighted; it was finally used! Word Devouring!
Although it was just a three-star critical strike term, it was better than nothing.
At least it proved that this term was effective and could indeed capture others' terms.
The Villain Value also increased quite a lot; it seems that fighting violence with violence is the system's preferred style, a bonus point.
No matter what, load the term first.
[Term Sneak Attack loaded successfully, current available term slots: 1 / 3.]
[At 21 years old, while handling family affairs, you discovered that deep within the Penacony Grand Theater, there seemed to be a hidden, unstable, and extremely powerful energy source.]
Late one night, you avoided all eyes and ears and secretly infiltrated the deepest part of the Penacony Grand Theater alone.
Finally, you saw a Stellaron radiating an ominous purplish-black light!
At this moment, a familiar figure appeared silently behind you.
"It seems you have finally discovered this place, my most outstanding child."
Turning to see Gepard, you were not surprised, only wondering why there was a Stellaron here.
But he did not explain the Stellaron's origin; instead, he revealed a secret you had vaguely anticipated:
"I have never truly believed in Harmony," Gepard's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, "Xipe and the Family's blueprint is too weak to eradicate chaos."
"Everything I have done, planning for many years, has only one ultimate goal."
"To resurrect the ancient Aeon who has long fallen but represents the ultimate truth of the universe—Order!"
He spoke with a fanatical devotion.
"And this Stellaron, and the entire Penacony, will be the cradle and sacrifice for His return to the world."
Gepard's gaze was fixed on you, "Sunday, I know that your heart has long recognized the concept of Order."
"The era of Harmony is destined to end; only absolute Order can bring true eternal tranquility."
"Join me, become the first apostle of Order's revival."
"We will work together to create a flawless new world."
He paused, his voice becoming more seductive.
"A new world… that can keep your most beloved sister forever safe and singing carefree."
This last sentence precisely struck the most obsessive part of your heart.
Facing Gepard's invitation, you choose—
Agree. This plan aligns with your dreams, and you want to spare no effort to help him realize this beautiful vision.
Refuse. This plan is too crazy and dangerous, Gepard cannot be trusted, and you insist on promoting Order in your own way.
Play along. Agree to join on the surface, but maintain absolute vigilance, using Gepard's plan and resources to achieve your own goals.
Seeing the options, Orion thought for a moment.
Agree or refuse?
Hmm... No, neither will do, better choose 3.
For Order, for his sister, Sunday can pay any price.
And Gepard is merely a stepping stone for climbing upwards.
First, feign cooperation, then use him, drain him, and finally... replace him!
[You chose to play along. Villain Value + 50.]
You expressed to Gepard your recognition of "Order" and your determination to dedicate yourself to it.
Gepard was very satisfied with your enlightenment and began to reveal more about the "Order" faction, the Stellaron, and the details of his revival plan.
[At 22 years old, you began to maneuver between Gepard and the Family.]
[On the surface, you actively promoted the "Order" revival plan, utilizing the new authority and resources granted by Gepard.]
[In secret, however, you maintained extreme vigilance towards Gepard, biding your time.]
[At the same time, you quietly began exploring the secrets of Penacony.]
[During one investigation, you unexpectedly encountered traces of extremely ancient energy remnants.]
[It was neither "Harmony" nor "Order."]
[Instead, it was a terrifying aura... as if infinitely proliferating and maddeningly growing, causing a shudder from the depths of the soul.]
[The waters of Penacony were murkier than you had anticipated.]
[This power was very strong, and very dangerous.]
[But you believed that any power, as long as it could be assimilated by Order and utilized by you, would become perfect and harmless.]
[So, you touched it...]
[At 23 years old, Robin's injuries had healed. Her vocal cords were almost undamaged compared to before, and her singing was still beautiful, even more enchanting.]
[But because of this, Robin began to yearn again to sing, to go to the outside world. She naively thought that since she had recovered, she could continue to convey the joy of Harmony to the universe with her singing.]
[However, you still refused her request to go out, under the guise of protection.]
[Once a cage is built, how can it be easily broken?]
However, on this day, Robin, unbeknownst to you, meticulously planned an escape.
She contacted old friends through secret channels, secretly arranged a spaceship to leave Penacony, and prepared to go to another planet that needed her singing.
Unfortunately, all her small movements could not escape your eyes.
Just before she was about to depart, you appeared precisely on her path, blocking her.
The sudden encounter instantly drained the color from Robin's face, which had been full of anticipation.
She looked at you in horror, like a child who had done something wrong, trembling slightly.
There was no anger, no blame, not even a raised voice.
You simply gazed deeply at her with an almost sorrowful look.
Then, you spoke.
Your tone was gentle, yet carried a suffocating sense of oppression.
You told her that you couldn't imagine what would happen to you if she were to encounter another accident.
That fear of loss, that pain of powerlessness, would be enough to utterly destroy you.
Your words pierced her heart, each sentence dripping with anguish.
Your words seemed to possess a certain magic; Robin's psychological defenses instantly crumbled after only listening for a while.
Guilt, self-blame, and various emotions overwhelmed her.
Tears blurred her vision, and she apologized to you, sobbing, promising not to make you worry again.
[Afterward, Robin completely abandoned the idea of leaving Penacony.]
[She became increasingly quiet and increasingly dependent on you.]
[She no longer actively mentioned the outside world or her singing career, and even showed avoidance and a hint of fear towards such information.]
[You were immensely satisfied with this outcome, believing your protection was successful, and your sister was finally completely safe.]
[At 24 years old, Robin's living environment within the Morning Dew Manor became more exquisite and luxurious, but also more isolated from the world.]
[All letters, information streams, and even books delivered to her had to be personally screened by you.]
[You declared that this was to "filter out the noise and malice from the outside world," allowing her to rest peacefully in a pure and undisturbed environment.]
[Robin believed this implicitly.]
[Most of the time, she stayed quietly in her room, like a delicate doll.]
[Practicing the musical scores you had chosen for her, reading the letters you had written to her over and over again.]
[She seemed to have truly lost interest in the outside world.]
[Only every day and night, she eagerly awaited the time you came to visit her.]
[You became the only light and color in her monotonous life.]
[Your high-pressure policies and centralized actions finally caused unease among some conservative elders within the Family.]
[One of the more experienced collateral elders attempted to unite with several others to question some of your decisions at the family meeting, under the guise of "acting too aggressively, which might cause unrest."]
[However, you seemed to have been prepared, preempting them by defining their questioning as an open challenge to the current Family Head's authority!]
[Subsequently, like a hunter who had already laid out his trap, you presented the prepared evidence.]
[It was irrefutable evidence of this elder using his position to secretly seek personal gain, and even colluding with external forces!]
[Under the conclusive evidence and your strong hand, this elder was left speechless, immediately stripped of his power, and then secretly dealt with by you on the charge of "endangering family order."]
"Does anyone else have an objection?"
No one dared to respond.
[Your position as Family Head was, from this point on, as solid as a rock, unshakeable.]
[At 25 years old, Robin, who had been in a state of semi-isolation for a long time, reached the peak of her dependence on you.]
[Her world had narrowed to almost only you; all her joys, sorrows, and emotions seemed to revolve around you.]
[When you finished work and went to visit her, she was always overjoyed: "Brother, was work smooth today?" or "You worked hard, Brother… Shall we play music together today? I wrote a new song for you."]
[Or, she would lean against you, contentedly telling you: "Brother, as long as you are here, I feel very happy and very safe."]
[Her eyes, when she looked at you, were filled with trust, and a strong, almost frantic emotion that grew day by day.]
[You began to consciously guide her.]
[Making her believe that if her singing were used to serve your "Order," it would unleash a greater, world-changing power than "Harmony."]