Chapter 566: Chapter 572: Come Sit Here! Yu Ling Will Give the Answer
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March 7th’s hand holding the bow trembled slightly.
Just now, seeing Dan Heng take out his Cloud-Piercer spear, she had instinctively drawn her bow...
But the current situation was far from normal!
Why did it feel like all the players in the arena were supporting Sunday?
Had our Astral Express Crew become the villains?!
March 7th glanced at Stelle, who was closest to her.
She whispered, "What’s going on? Are we really going to fight here?"
A faint glimmer flashed in Stelle’s eyes.
She shook her head gently.
"I don’t know either..."
"Anyway, don’t make any sudden moves."
"Keep your posture, there’s a camera coming up behind us!"
March 7th: "..."
The cheers from the audience grew louder and louder.
And the plot on the big screen continued to unfold.
...
"That man is no ordinary person. It’s a miracle he wasn’t discovered earlier," Wonweek remarked.
"The Astral Express should have already departed. Why is he still in Penacony?"
Sunday asked himself, then shook his head.
"...We don’t need to adjust our itinerary for this, but we must remain vigilant."
"I hope Penacony hasn’t encountered any new troubles during the days I’ve been a prisoner."
Looking ahead,
Sunday instructed, "Let’s move. We’ll walk separately, keeping a few meters apart."
Just as they passed a junction and entered a spacious pedestrian area,
Sunday’s footsteps suddenly halted!
He turned slightly,
and spoke to the air behind him, "I was too naive. May I explain myself?"
A deep voice replied, "You may, but before that—"
"Place your hands behind your back and answer my questions in short sentences."
"Short sentences?"
"I need to ensure your words don’t contain any dangerous incantations."
Dark red spheres began to orbit around Sunday,
as if some force had taken control of him.
Meanwhile, Old Yang, with one hand lightly adjusting his glasses and the other gripping his cane,
was now pressing it against Sunday’s back.
On the bustling street,
under the neon lights of the city,
this scene was momentarily frozen.
...
"Brother Zhou Tian: It’s over!"
"So cool!"
"Uncle Yang, you’re such a handsome gravity-based man, ahhhhh!!"
"I knew it! There’s no way Old Yang didn’t notice. He was just waiting for the right moment to strike!"
"As expected of our reliable and cautious Astral Express Crew member!"
"Witness the shattering of the stars!"
"Old Yang fell for Sunday’s eye technique once, but he’s been extra cautious the second time around, haha..."
...
Back at the viewing venue,
this scene in the plot
once again pushed the atmosphere to a new peak!
Players supporting the Astral Express and those supporting Sunday were eager and on edge, ready for a confrontation.
Meanwhile, the actual parties involved seemed somewhat at a loss!
"What should we do?"
Wonweek whispered softly.
"The atmosphere has built up to this point. Maybe you should fight them again?"
Sunday responded with a bitter smile.
Fighting here? Are you kidding?
Besides, there’s no reason to.
Just as he thought the stalemate would continue,
below,
Old Yang moved!
A dark red lightning surged from his cane.
He’s making his move!
He’s about to act!
Old Yang levitated, as if freed from gravity,
rising to the middle of the venue.
Seeing this,
Sunday immediately understood.
With a light tap on the armrest, he soared into the air.
The two met mid-air.
Instead of the expected clash, it seemed like they were negotiating!
"What are they saying?"
"No idea. Is there anyone skilled enough to eavesdrop?"
"I tried, but there’s a force isolating the space around them."
"The Astral Express and the former family head of Oak are having a friendly exchange..."
The eyes of hundreds of thousands of players in the venue were fixed on the sky.
Of course,
most were just spectators,
busy recording and taking photos.
After about five minutes,
the two nodded at each other, seemingly reaching some agreement.
Old Yang’s gaze turned to Wonweek in his seat.
Wonweek was startled.
Old Yang’s cane pointed at him,
and his body began to float uncontrollably.
He instinctively wanted to resist, but Sunday’s voice reached his ears.
"Don’t worry. We’ve just reached an agreement. He won’t harm you."
Wonweek reluctantly nodded.
Then,
the three of them each drew a graceful arc in the air, landing on the guest seats.
Old Yang stood before the cameras and explained to all the players present, "Everyone, on behalf of the Astral Express, I’ve reached an agreement with Sunday."
"Before the main storyline concludes, he will temporarily sit here with us and watch the plot unfold."
"As for what happens next, whether we’ll be friends or foes... I believe Yu Ling will give us the answer in the story."
This was, without a doubt, the most suitable solution for now.
On one hand, it brought Sunday from the shadows into the open.
On the other, it also served as an implicit guarantee for Sunday.
Whether friend or foe, the Astral Express Crew would have the initiative from the start.
Most of the players, who were there for the spectacle, were quite pleased with this turn of events.
Sitting in the guest seats,
Sunday and Wonweek exchanged a glance.
Both were well aware.
At least a dozen pairs of eyes were watching them from the front rows.
Those were likely Bloodhounds still maintaining their player identities.
If it weren’t for Welt’s guarantee earlier, those Bloodhounds would have probably acted immediately.
Looking up,
they turned their gaze to the big screen.
Their fate would now be decided by their in-game selves.
They weren’t sure whether to feel relieved or regretful...
...
"Heh..."
In the storyline,
Sunday chuckled lightly.
A hint of helplessness was evident.
"Have I really left such a strange impression on everyone..."
"Please believe me, I did not return to this place with ill intentions, and Order will never return to Penacony."
Yang’s tone was cold: "After you used the power of Harmony, it’s hard for me to take your words at face value."
"Answer my question, why are you here?"
Sunday sighed softly.
"To earn your trust, it seems I have only one choice."
"Wonweek, please come out. We have one more person to rely on."
[Sunday recounted his experiences to Welt, holding nothing back...]
After listening.
Yang pondered and said, "So, it was the company’s people who saved you?"
"It must be that my sister made some kind of agreement with them. And I can move freely in Penacony thanks to Wonweek’s help."
"As you can see, I returned to my hometown only to bid it farewell. Would you be willing to give me a chance to leave without regrets?"
Yang mused, "For safety’s sake, until we completely leave Penacony, you must go my way."
"When I left my hometown, it was also in a hurry, so I can understand this feeling."
"But this is just my personal opinion. My partners also need to be informed about this matter."
...
"Sunday: Sincerity is my ultimate move!"
"Yay! Companion Mission!"
"Yang also left his hometown in a hurry? That sentence is packed with information!"
"It suggests he was in a rushed, involuntary state at the time... I’m really curious about what happened then!"
"The train needs a piano player, Sunday, why don’t you come aboard!"
"Sunday is essentially a good guy."
"Somehow, even though he’s the biggest villain in the Penacony version, I have a special trust in him!"
