Chapter 561: Chapter 567: Sunday: Is It Too Late for Me to Run Now?
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The Multiverse Traveler glanced around, already calculating which direction to flee.
Although he could temporarily influence people’s perception using the power of Harmony...
There were limits to its range and targets!
With so many people in this viewing area, it was impossible for him to control everyone in an instant!
Moreover,
The members of the Astral Express were sitting right in front!
Using his powers recklessly would undoubtedly draw their attention!
Who could have expected the plot to move so quickly!
Right from the start, their duo’s disguise was exposed!
The Multiverse Traveler was about to stand up.
Sunday pressed down on his hand.
Shaking his head.
"It’s not the right time yet."
At this moment,
The surrounding players were all watching the plot unfold with great interest!
If the two of them left now, it would be far too conspicuous!
They hadn’t drawn attention yet, but standing up at this moment would definitely make them the focus of the surrounding players!
The Multiverse Traveler took a deep breath.
Hiding his entire face under the brim of his hat.
Praying silently in his heart.
"You can’t see me, you can’t see me..."
"I’m not that Pepeshi on the screen, I’m not that Pepeshi on the screen..."
...
"Guest 11, we sincerely apologize. The Dreamweavers are currently inspecting the nearby routes, and related facilities have been temporarily suspended. Please take a detour for now."
The Bloodhound spoke politely to the two.
Wanweike, staring at the flushed little face, stepped forward and questioned, "What’s going on? Is it the influence of the Stellaron? Can Penacony still allow people to dream peacefully?"
A member of the Nightingale Family quickly explained, "Please rest assured. The Stellaron has long been sealed. This is just a routine inspection, which you can also understand as enhanced security."
"Protecting the beautiful dreams of every guest is something the family will spare no effort to achieve."
Sunday nodded slightly, "I see, sorry to disturb you both."
With that, he prepared to leave the place with Wanweike.
However,
The female Bloodhound’s eyes suddenly narrowed slightly!
"...Huh?"
"Sorry, this guest—"
"Have we met somewhere before?"
As soon as these words were spoken.
The scene immediately became lively!
Beside Sunday and Wanweike.
A player couldn’t help but comment, "Still asking if we’ve met before! Can’t you recognize the great face of our Sunday brother?"
Someone nearby immediately chimed in, "Exactly!"
"Not just face-to-face, as soon as Sunday brother appears in my sight, I would rush up to hug him, and just go crazy!"
"You kid! That’s the god who granted us seven days off, I won’t allow you to blaspheme him like that, let me do it!"
Sunday and Wanweike in the lower row: "..."
Sunday, who was originally calm, now started to panic.
Is it too late for me to run now?
In the plot.
Sunday, who was stopped, appeared very composed.
He paused his steps.
Turned slightly, casting a cold glance at the Bloodhound from the corner of his eye.
"Is that so..."
"When and where?"
His golden pupils slightly trembled.
The surroundings of the scene were instantly filled with distorted color bars symbolizing Harmony!
The barrage immediately boiled over!
...
"The soul with three aspects..."
"Oh yo oh yo oh yo~! Starting with this right off the bat?"
"He’s so handsome!"
"I still like the way he casts curses."
"So cool!"
"Can this skill be cast instantly?"
"He’s back, the family head is all back!"
"The moment of psychic charm!"
"Lord Sunday, when can you tune me?"
...
The Bloodhound, subjected to Harmony, was momentarily dazed.
"Perhaps I was mistaken, my apologies, please continue to enjoy your beautiful dreams."
The two walked a bit further away.
Wanweike suddenly stopped.
He complained, "You really know how to stir up trouble. Out of all the paths, you had to go right under the Bloodhound’s nose."
"With you here, there shouldn’t be any problems. Even if the disguise of Harmony is seen through, we have a way to escape."
Wanweike crossed his arms, "At least consider others, Penacony’s most wanted fugitive. Just standing next to you is enough to bring trouble."
"That’s also why I must accompany you. Right now, you are the only person I can rely on in Penacony." Sunday said sincerely.
Wanweike was clearly not as easy to coax as a child.
He shook his head helplessly.
"Hmph, the only person I can rely on..."
"What about her?"
Their gazes turned to the front.
On the advertisement wall.
It was precisely the moment when Robin closed her eyes and tilted her head back.
Sunday’s gaze instantly softened.
...
"No, don’t do that, I’m overly sensitive to knives right now!"
"The best bird siblings in the world."
"Little pearl about to fall."
"The only softness in Sunday’s heart..."
"Having a brother like Sunday, I’d even be willing to marry Robin!"
"The abacus beads have flown all the way to Pier Point."
"Taking and grabbing at the same time."
...
"At least she wasn’t implicated because of me," Sunday sighed.
"What, feeling disappointed?"
The Omninet guest gave Sunday no chance to build up the atmosphere.
"Why do you say that?"
"Just feel that instead of comfort, you might need a blow more."
Seeing Sunday fall silent.
The Omninet guest immediately took on the demeanor of someone who had been through it all, commenting:
"I’ve seen too many people like you. After experiencing a failure, you desperately want everyone to criticize you, only then can you feel at ease. As if being criticized means there’s a chance to make up for the mistake."
"But if I really wanted to hurt you, I’d definitely choose another way. Like... sympathy?"
Sunday’s eyes flashed: "You’re right, I can’t argue with that."
...
"So real..."
"The Omninet guest is spot on!"
"Some people, when facing the consequences of their own mistakes, feel that sympathy is mocking them."
"Sympathy is a form of pity for the weak, it’s not inherently bad, but for someone as proud as Sunday, it must be extremely hurtful..."
"Damn, suddenly I feel like we all understand Sunday so well..."
"Who in the world doesn’t know you?"
"Where’s the halo on Sunday’s head?"
"What the! I knew something felt off! Who stole my Sunday’s halo?"
"Is this Sunday fake?"
...
In the viewing seats.
Next to Sunday and the Omninet guest.
A player muttered, "This Omninet guest... I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before?"
"Don’t all Pepeshi look like that?"
"That’s your face blindness, look carefully and there are differences!"
"By the way, why haven’t I heard of this person? He seems to hold a high position in the family, and he’s way too close to Sunday, right?"
"Intellitron girl, am I right?"
Sunday felt his arm being nudged.
He instinctively looked at the Omninet guest beside him.
Only to see that he had already covered his face with his hat, appearing to be fast asleep.
Sunday helplessly nodded.
And this player seemed a bit too enthusiastic.
Continuing to cozy up, "Is this Pepeshi gentleman next to you your friend?"
"What did he do last night, to fall asleep during Sunday’s main storyline?"
"Never mind him, focus on the plot."
The player nodded.
Feeling that this Intellitron lady seemed a bit too cold.
Shouldn’t players who come to watch the plot live usually be warm and friendly?
The combination of Intellitron and Pepeshi is also a bit strange...
Forget it,
Better not to bother.
It’s more fun to chat and joke with active players!
