Stelle looked at the message Silver Wolf had sent on her phone and couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.
So, the working environment over at Sol's place was really that good?
After regaining her freedom, Silver Wolf didn't even go out to have some fun before eagerly renewing her work contract.
It seemed Silver Wolf had good judgment—just like her, she had seen that Sol was a good boss.
But how was she supposed to explain this to Kafka?
They had clearly agreed to return Silver Wolf to the Stellaron Hunters, yet now Silver Wolf was having too much fun to leave, directly staying with Sol and even postponing Stellaron Hunter work into her vacation.
For Kafka, could this even count as a surprise anymore?
Stelle frowned, feeling a little embarrassed.
"What's wrong?"
Kafka looked at Stelle beside her, somewhat curious.
"Well… this is how it turned out."
Stelle held her phone up in front of Kafka and said apologetically, "Sorry, I didn't expect Silver Wolf to make this kind of choice."
"It's fine."
Kafka skimmed through the chat messages and immediately understood. She smiled and said, "The Stellaron Hunters aren't an organization that forces people to stay. We come together for our own wishes."
"If Silver Wolf leaves, I'll only wish her well. And we're still friends, even if she leaves the Stellaron Hunters."
She could already tell—between the lines of Silver Wolf's messages, it was nothing but stubborn pride.
Looks like she had just been released from prison… and promptly got herself arrested again.
Stelle shifted closer to Kafka. "So… you don't mind?"
"Of course not." Kafka gently patted Stelle's head and said softly, "You helped Silver Wolf gain her freedom. I'm very grateful."
"But remember this for next time—don't use your own freedom to exchange for someone else's. You are the most precious treasure. No one can trade for you."
Even if Stelle giving up half her freedom to Sol sounded like a joke, it was still better that something like this never happened again.
And Silver Wolf was also far too disappointing—Stelle had just freed her, and in the next moment she tied herself up again, completely betraying Stelle's goodwill.
So, from now on, it was better to respect other people's choices.
"I understand. I won't do that again."
Sensing Kafka's concern, Stelle nodded very seriously.
"Good girl."
Kafka smiled faintly and patted Stelle's head again.
"Mm." Stelle nudged forward like a little cat, then grabbed Kafka's hand. "Kafka, it's getting late. Let's enter the dream together!"
She wanted to cuddle with Kafka. She wanted it so badly—she even dreamed about it!
"Alright."
Kafka smiled indulgently and let Stelle pull her as they lay down together in the dream-entry pool.
Soon, the two of them appeared together within the dream.
...
At the same time.
Sol, who had once again taken Silver Wolf into his grasp, also entered the dream—with Black Swan leading the way.
"You wish to meet that Emanator of Nihility. Has something significant happened?"
Black Swan looked at Sol, her gaze filled with curiosity.
It was Sol who had asked her to guide him in search of the Emanator of Nihility within the dream. In the Asdana Star System, saturated with Memoria, nothing could escape the eyes of a Memokeeper from the Garden of Recollection.
And the one she was searching for was an extremely special existence—the Aeon of Nihility should not, by all logic, have an Emanator.
Unlike Aeons such as Preservation, The Hunt, or Propagation, who actively practiced THEIR Paths across the universe, each leaving behind divine miracles and deep imprints upon existence. THEY granted higher authority over THEIR Paths to favored lives—thus giving rise to Emanators.
But the Aeon of Nihility, IX, was different. THEIR existence was undeniable, yet THEY never manifested miracles. Material nihilism meant nothing existed; spiritual nihilism meant wanting nothing at all.
Such an existence—devoid of desire, thought, or awareness—should not act at all, let alone bestow the power of an Emanator.
"There's no specific objective." Sol shook his head slightly, his expression calm. "I just want to meet her and make sure she won't cause me trouble."
At present, he had used words and influence to guide Robin, an important figure of The Family, to oppose her own faction. He had dangerous Stellaron Hunters and Masked Fools gathered around him.
And during the Golden Hour, he had planted a sun within everyone, adding a little something extra while waiting to harvest hope itself.
Although his intentions were good, his actions in Penacony really did make him look like a classic villain.
If Acheron didn't understand his true intentions and decided to fight him—
He hoped that fight would happen sooner rather than later, so it wouldn't interfere with later plans.
"It seems you're quite confident she won't cause you trouble."
Black Swan looked at Sol with interest and said, "She is an Emanator of Nihility—an existence that defies common sense. The nature of Nihility makes her even more terrifying, arguably the most dangerous of all Emanators."
"The Ever-Flame Mansion, infamous across the universe—that extreme faction devoted to Destruction—was erased overnight by Miss Acheron, solely for a Penacony invitation. Duke Inferno Ifrit stepped into the Destruction he revered most."
"He was a renowned figure in the galaxy. The destruction he personally wrought made the stars tremble."
If there was any organization that understood intelligence best, it would be the Garden of Recollection.
Memokeepers who walked the Path of Remembrance possessed bodies akin to memetic constructs, able to hide in any corner and travel freely across the galaxy.
No matter how secretive an event was, as long as it was significant, there would always be Memokeepers present to record it—sometimes an entire group watching together.
So even before news of Ifrit's death had spread, she already knew the truth.
"Sounds like you really want to see me fight her."
Sol raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Black Swan.
"Not at all." Black Swan replied frankly, smiling. "I'm simply looking forward to exciting memories. It's a personal little habit of mine. Using a trendy term, you could call it 'watching the drama.'"
"Whether you fight or talk, any interaction between two major figures of the galaxy would satisfy me."
She met Sol's gaze openly.
Most Memokeepers shared this habit. Some of her colleagues were stationed on the Xianzhou, occasionally recording General Feixiao's daily training, or keeping tabs on General Jing Yuan of the Xianzhou Luofu—both extremely popular figures.
She had enjoyed plenty of shared memories from colleagues before. Now it was her time to shine.
For example, the mech battle during the Golden Hour a few days ago had received unanimous praise among Memokeepers.
"I like your honesty."
Sol nodded slightly, then warned her, "But some things—if you record them, don't spread them around. That would be troublesome. Combat footage is fine, but don't mess around with daily life or conversations."
"Rest assured, Mr. Sol. I am a Memokeeper with principles."
Black Swan's expression turned serious as she spoke solemnly. "Unless a client specifically requests it, this kind of information is for my personal appreciation only."
She then took Sol's hand and said, "I know you don't like outsiders following you, but we should be considered friends now."
"If you're willing, I'd like to develop and communicate with you more deeply—to become the sole Memokeeper by your side, celebrating your successes and joys."
She pressed Sol's hand to her forehead, devout as a child receiving a priest's blessing.
She had never been in a relationship before, but if being in one meant watching more drama, she was willing to try. Being a third, fourth, or even fourteenth party didn't matter—that was just mortal concern.
Surely Mr. Sol would like this kind of loyalty.
"I can feel your sincerity."
Sol hesitantly brushed Black Swan's forehead.
What was going on? Why did everyone think he was so lecherous?
He had only slept with Sparkle once and only shared a single kiss with Stelle.
He wasn't lustful—he merely enjoyed decoding desire. People really misunderstood him.
Of course, whether he accepted Black Swan offering herself was a separate matter altogether.
"From today onward, I will record your brilliance and celebrate for you. I will also share your sorrow and grieve with you."
Having achieved her goal, Black Swan bowed gracefully.
"You really know how to talk."
Sol felt genuinely pleased and asked curiously, "By the way, you mentioned clients who request their privacy to be made public. What's that about?"
He truly didn't understand why anyone would have such a fetish.
He only liked watching drama—being the subject of it would make him angry.
Black Swan covered her mouth and chuckled softly, speaking meaningfully. "They seek stimulation. They say it helps enhance their interest."
"Oh. Got it."
Sol understood instantly.
So, they were just perverts.
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