Claws did pierce "your" chest, but your figure suddenly swayed, then turned into nothingness!
"Illusion?!" Gallagher spun around, his pupils contracting.
The real you had appeared behind him at some unknown point, holding a long, narrow knife.
Pfft!
Without the slightest hesitation, the knife in your hand precisely and fiercely pierced Gallagher's heart from behind.
"How... could this be..."
Gallagher lowered his head with difficulty, looking at the knife tip that had passed through his chest, his pupils trembling.
The next second, you pulled out the knife and swung it back, a flash of light, and Gallagher fell to the ground.
Shaking off the blood from the blade, you glanced at the stunned "What Ails Towards Death".
"Did you think I didn't notice that thing you brought?"
"Roar—!!!"
"What Ails Towards Death" seemed utterly enraged by Gallagher's death.
Instantly, countless dark tentacles and sharp claws madly lunged at you!
You snorted coldly and blocked it with a single swing of your knife.
The battle was brief and intense, but the outcome was without suspense. Under the suppression of the power of Order and Harmony, "What Ails Towards Death" was completely killed by you.
You stood in the center of the messy side hall, not a speck of dust on you.
"The troublesome bugs have all been cleaned up..." You murmured, your eyes deep, "The plan, it's time to begin..."
[Target Gallagher is dead... Analyzing... Analysis successful!]
[Obtained temporary entry [Disguise (Blue)]!]
[Effect: You can imitate and disguise yourself as any person you have had close contact with (Cooldown 24 hours).]
[Villain Value +200.]
This entry seems useless right now...
However, it gave another 200 Villain Value. Killing a key character really gives a lot!
This wave wasn't a loss!
The next day, the paper, after all, couldn't cover the fire.
The disappearance of Aventurine and Gallagher finally made the Astral Express crew suspicious.
Welt, Trailblazer, March 7th, and Robin, who had revived at some unknown time, together sought out the Morning Dew Manor.
Facing their questions, you did not deny it.
"I did it." You admitted, "Aventurine tried to subvert Penacony's order, and Gallagher was a minion of death. For Penacony's long-term peace and stability, their disappearance was necessary."
"Sunday!" Welt exclaimed, "What exactly are you planning? This is not just about maintaining order!"
You looked at them, a smile that was almost pitying on your face:
"You don't understand. The freedom and reality you pursue are precisely the root of pain and chaos. Only under absolute order can true and eternal tranquility be ushered in."
You said no more and directly pulled the four of them into your inner world.
Here, you showed them your past, made them re-experience the choices you faced, and tried to make them understand why you wanted to build an "Orderly New World," why you wanted to promote the ultimate ideal of "Seven Days of Rest," and why you were willing to pay the price of martyrdom for it.
"The system of the entire universe should be, Seven Days of Rest..." You expounded on your philosophy.
However, the Astral Express crew firmly opposed your views, believing that happiness deprived of freedom was meaningless, and that beautiful dreams that escaped reality were ultimately a cage.
"It seems that words cannot make you understand the beauty of order."
You were slightly disappointed, but not surprised.
"Alright, let's settle it on the stage of the grand ceremony."
Grand Theater Stage Center.
The Trailblazer arrived as promised.
You reiterated your purpose to them one last time: "The new world I want to create is a paradise belonging to humanity, where no Aeons or humans can interfere, and which can encompass the dignity and happiness of all."
Their drawn weapons were your answer.
"Stubborn fellows..." You sighed lightly, no longer hesitating.
Battle erupted!
You personally entered the fray, directly transforming into the "Lord's Day" body, the philosophical fetus, preparing to revive the God of Order.
You used powerful Order power, completely dragging the entire Penacony and the Astral Express crew into the "Oneiric Realm."
However, just as you thought victory was in your grasp—an accident occurred.
Without Robin's song as a breakthrough, Boothill summoned the Galaxy Rangers, Acheron also unleashed a Void Slash that tore through false reality, and the Trailblazer also erupted with powerful Harmony power... The impact of multiple forces destroyed your "Oneiric Realm"!
The Astral Express crew challenged you again.
Although you were powerful, maintaining the dream while fighting multiple strong enemies and suppressing the backlash of Order power gradually made you feel strained.
Finally, after a fierce battle, your "Lord's Day" form was forcibly broken, your huge body disintegrated, and you fell from a high altitude.
No one caught you.
You fell heavily onto the cold stage, and your consciousness began to blur.
No way? I lost even like this?!
Even without Robin, the biggest variable, I still couldn't win?
The protagonist's halo of this Astral Express crew is too overpowered, isn't it?!
Is this simulation just going to end like this?
However, to Orion's surprise, the simulation continued.
Just as your consciousness was about to plunge into darkness, a cold, non-male, non-female voice, as if from the collective whispers of billions of lives, directly sounded in the depths of your soul:
"Order is dead... But, Penacony's 'seed' is not only Order..."
"Do you desire true power? Do you... wish to embrace 'us'?"
Facing the unknown call, you chose—
Accept.
Reject.
Orion was stunned.
"Holy cow, there's such a twist? Only a fool would refuse!"
I'll cause trouble even if I die! I must choose 1!
Give me power!
I want this sky to no longer obscure my eyes!
I want that Astral Express crew to vanish into thin air!
"I will!" You accepted that power.
[Villain Value +300!]
In an instant, a torrent full of mad proliferation desire erupted from the deepest part of your consciousness, instantly enveloping your nearly shattered body!
On the stage, you, who had originally lost all strength, were reshaped by strange dark-red energy under the horrified gazes of the Astral Express and others, and then...
You rose again with a chillingly eerie posture!
You opened your eyes, feeling the surge of power within you, completely different from Order, yet even more immense.
You looked at the Astral Express crew below, who were ready for battle, and a mad smile appeared on your face.
"The second act," your throat became somewhat hoarse, with a strange timbre, "begins!"
You were no longer merely the fetus of Order; at this moment, you represented—Order and Nurturing!