Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

[Star: Oh, it's here! Eternal Dance, just the name sounds amazing! What kind of trick is this this time?]

[Bai E: There's eternal damnation, and the cycle of rebirth; just thinking about it is terrifying. Miss Black Swan, will she be alright?]

[Black Swan: How is that possible? Don't underestimate my expertise.]

With so much evidence, Black Swan felt there was reason to believe that Dahlia's inference was correct, with at least a 7% probability.

Even if I am not a memory envoy, I must have some extraordinary abilities to be qualified to convey those contents to Xing.

Although she wasn't yet clear about what her special abilities were...

But that doesn't matter! As a professional memory user, her alertness and her meme-like body form an unbreakable double insurance. Even if she can't win, can't she at least run away?

[Black Swan: Don't worry, I'm here, nothing unexpected will happen.]

The light screen lit up.

Dark red waves surged. The black swan, before appearing, spoke: "Memory is like the deep sea; never gaze upon its surface on a starless night..."

Her voice was low and deep, like a sincere piece of advice, or a regretful last words.

The meaningless, blood-red waves have vanished and will never return.

Like a person waking up and opening their eyes, the camera gradually becomes clear from a blur.

The first person "before her" was Black Swan. She pinched her chin, looked down at the person with great interest.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

In the brightly lit dance hall, the woman she was questioning glanced back indifferently. She was tall and had a stunningly beautiful face, but compared to the mature woman's figure, she always had a lazy childishness, and her eyes were as innocent as a young roe deer.

[Star: Is she the Black Swan female colleague? Why does she look at people like that? Like she's about to eat them up...]

[Dahlia: That's normal. Those who remember often react this way when they catch a whiff of precious memories. So, this must be her latest prey?]

[March 7th: Poor thing, this girl's demeanor screams naivety, falling into the hands of a black swan... I hope the Memory Master won't do anything like brainwashing or corrupting her?]

[Black Swan: Don't worry, I won't do anything to her. I'll just copy a memory from her mind. It will be very gentle; she won't even feel what's happening, and it won't hurt her.]

"That's good. Fortunately, Lady Black Swan is quite considerate. Don't you all agree? Himeko, and Uncle Yang... Uncle Yang?" March 7's surprised voice drew everyone's attention to Walter.

He remained silent, his face contorted as if he had diarrhea and the toilet was packed.

"..." Walter's brow twitched slightly, his heart churning like a stormy sea.

This face… Where did Black Swan find it? Is it another similar flower from another world? And I've encountered it again? Is this universe really that small?!

But what bothered him even more was that, given Bai E's experience, would this "suspected Raiden Mei" also have a difficult life?

"Walter, what happened? Is there something wrong with this person? Would you like a cup of coffee to calm your nerves?" Himeko kindly suggested.

"Hmm!" Walter snapped back to reality. "No, no need. I was just... reminded of someone by these things."

……

The light curtain rippled slowly.

The woman in front of me seemed a little shy, her head lowered, and she shook her head very slightly, indicating that she wasn't busy.

The black swan narrowed its eyes slightly and lightly touched its crimson lips with its finger.

That dazed look... Hmph, she was even more excited!

She extended her hand as if inviting a gentleman: "Then...would you like to dance with me?"

Huang Quan stared blankly for a few seconds, then silently put her arm around Huang Quan's shoulder, just like an ignorant girl who couldn't refuse.

The celebrities in the ballroom all turned their heads to look at the two extraordinary beauties, Black Swan and Yellow Spring, who slowly began to dance to the melodious music. The clattering sound of their boots was even more pleasant than the music itself.

[March 7th: Was this premeditated? Is this really not a plan to eat people?]

[Sunday: I just realized, this place seems to be the Pinocchio Daydream Hotel?]

[Star: I'm going to dance with a charming older sister! Yay! Who should I bring this time? Hmm... I'll start with the Black Swan, and delicious grape-flavored cat cake, I'll take the plunge!]

[Walter: Miss Black Swan, please be careful not to cause any accidental harm to this lady...]

[Black Swan: Is it someone I know? Hmph, don't worry, trust my professionalism.]

The two danced gracefully, twirling and gazing into each other's eyes.

The black swan silently uttered her inner monologue: "I have been watching her for a long time."

"Tonight is the first time I've been invited."

One person's gaze was confident and aggressive, while the other looked blank and ignorant.

"A 'sea patrol knight,' as mysterious as the rumors suggest."

Black Swan moved behind Huang Quan and, following the back of her hand that was pressed against her thigh, wiped her palm upwards.

"Somewhat noble, yet somewhat dull."

She'd seen plenty of women like this; it was bound to be another pleasant encounter.

"But during nighttime hunts, the hunters on patrol are not the only ones."

[Star: Isn't this just taking advantage of the situation? This goose foot is so outrageous!]

[Black Swan: How is that possible? As memes, we've naturally abandoned some of the unique needs of the physical body. Look closely, at the purple dot on my fingertip—the power of memory is already at work.]

[Xi Lian: Making light of things; it seems the Black Swan lady is truly adept at using her memory powers.]

[Potio: A sea patrolman? Does this guy have that kind of identity? I don't recognize him. Oh well, our organization is justified by faith anyway, so it's normal not to know him.]

Huang Quan turned around gracefully, and the two met eyes once more, walking slowly to the strains of the long, melodious dance music.

The music gradually became more urgent, and Huang Quan gracefully spun around several times during a small climax.

Boom!

The music suddenly stopped, and the black swan reached out its arms in perfect harmony, embracing the bowing and gazing Yellow Springs.

You are more charming than you look.

[Star: Wow! So bouncy!]

[March 7th: Indeed, the way that girl across from me flipped her hair was absolutely stunning!]

"Huh? You mean hair?"

"Otherwise what? What are you talking about?"

The two blinked and silently returned to the immersive experience.

……

Like the mirror of the underworld, the black swans moved with graceful, slender legs, their movements elegant and captivating, a truly delightful sight. They became the focus of the entire audience, the spotlights silently shining upon them.

The black swan danced with great enjoyment, but she didn't forget her business: "She's also here for the watchmaker's legacy."

Boom! The dance music became three times more exciting.

The ballroom seemed to have fallen into darkness, and everything around them ceased to exist, leaving only the two dancing alone, with the purple array beneath their feet reflecting each other in the distance.

"Without a doubt, everyone lies in this game, but memory doesn't!"

As the music grew more intense, the two grew closer and closer, their movements becoming increasingly unrestrained, with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Black Swan pressed her forehead against Yellow Spring's, looking directly into those eyes that seemed forever shrouded in mist, and smiled confidently: "Getting better and better, isn't it?"