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

[Phantom Image: To speak of such a heroic topic so lightly, hmm... is this the usual style of a Star Core Hunter? But speaking of which, Little Raccoon has repeatedly transformed into the Last King to save the universe, searching for that sliver of hope for a happy ending. Firefly, on the other hand, must become the last survivor, single-handedly helping the universe weather the nihilistic end. Both of them are so tragically fated; isn't that a kind of...]

【Xia Die: A pair of star-crossed lovers?】

[Star: No, this thing is still chasing me?]

[Bluebird: That's true, in every sense of the word! It's just that normal mandarin ducks always pair up, but this raccoon mandarin duck is a philandering rascal.]

[Star: Hey, hey, hey, what kind of talk is that? I was clearly trying to achieve a perfect ending, not giving up on any beautiful souls, and then, while saving the galaxy, I just happened to do what a hero should do, okay?]

March 7th: What Should Heroes Do?

[Star: Yeah, right. Everyone knows that rescuing damsels in distress is one of the important tasks of a hero! Since I'm a hero, what's wrong with me doing such a difficult and arduous task? I'll take on this heavy burden myself! Such a public-spirited person is rare in the universe. His sincerity is more genuine than pearls, and his greatness surpasses even the Great Black Tower, okay?]

Silver Wolf: It's not that big.

March 7th: I, I really am...

This is the first time I've ever seen someone describe being "blinded by beauty" in such a refined and elegant way. I've never seen such a shameless person!

—[Next: "You will become my darkest crime, and also the beginning of a great undertaking."]

[Black Tower: Oh? This tone... What exactly was the dreamer up to in the dream, finally about to be revealed to the world?]

[Firefly: AR-214, it must be related to her.]

Sam's figure gradually freezes in time, the curtain falls...

The Daydream Hotel, which was built not long after.

The black swan slowly entered an empty room, glanced around, and smiled faintly: "Your guest room in reality is surprisingly simple..."

She crossed her arms, her eyes deep and smug: "...Just like your appearance, Miss Huang Quan."

However, faced with the means to reproduce her own memories, that simple exterior that sealed the secret would ultimately become useless.

[Star: Simple? It's such a magnificent face.]

[Hanabi: Besides, her outfit is really eye-catching, okay? It's practically... a complete mess!]

[March 7th: Miss Black Swan... I hope she won't get caught red-handed by the Underworld and have her feathers plucked on the spot?]

[Black Swan: ...Why must my failure be predetermined from the very beginning of my actions?]

No one else receives this kind of treatment.

In the light screen, the black swan casually flipped through the items and easily found a music box, which was also an invitation.

The notes of memory played, and the black swan passed through smoothly, hearing the sounds from its memories.

Lord Afrique and his sons were ready and eager to bring flames to Pinocchio.

Black Swan couldn't help but sigh: "[Eternal Fire Mansion] has set off, poor people... they don't know what awaits them ahead."

[Hanabi: That's true. Of all the living creatures, no one knows better than the Black Swan what awaits them.]

Sambo: What a hellish joke.

The black swan lowered her eyes, muttering with lingering fear, "But the memory replay went smoothly, she's coming... coming very soon..."

She looked around, thought for a moment, and then made up her mind: "There's no one else here, so it doesn't have to be so elegant... I have to go all out..."

As soon as the words were spoken, the villains and the people watching outside the light screen all laughed.

[Star: That's right, just as I know, that idiot goose. Between breaking even and courting death, she decisively chose to go all out and court death.]

[March 7th: What if she gets what she wants, only to find herself staring wide-eyed at Huang Quan when she opens the door?]

[Qingque: That atmosphere was incredibly awkward. Just as awkward as when I throw out my jade tile and shout "I won!" only to have my opponent slowly remove their hat, mask, and sunglasses, revealing the face of the diviner.]

[Dahlia: Not being so elegant is fine... Hmph, darling, perhaps you should be more honest. But I understand, behaving elegantly is your last resort for maintaining a sophisticated image.]

[Black Swan: It's better than someone who appears serious on the surface but whose inherent indulgence is impossible to hide once they open their mouth.]

Black Swan unleashed its full power of memory, violently searching every detail of the music box.

But not long after, a sound like a flash of light exploded in his ears, and the black swan opened his eyes in disbelief.

"What happened?"

She could sense that the masters of the Eternal Flame Mansion were still talking, but she could no longer make out a single word; only a few rustling noises remained. It was utterly worthless!

Undeterred, the black swan launched another investigation, only to return empty-handed once more.

"...It's like it was erased by someone? Who did it...?"

She intensified her efforts, searching for fragments of memory, until finally a broken female voice rang out: "Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

The black swan looked up suddenly, its expression one of utter astonishment: "What's this?"

Is memory having a conversation with itself?

She realized something, her expression suddenly turned stern, and she hurriedly looked around.

"No—this isn't a [memory]?"

"Oh... a Memory Master, do you serve Flowing Light Memory Court... or the Burning Man?" Dahlia's voice was sweet and coquettish, with a hint of teasing in her words.

But to the black swan, it only evoked a chilling fear.

"My name is Constantine... It's nice to meet you. We should have met in Pinocchio and spent... well, a truly unforgettable time together."

[Star: Are you serious about this unforgettable experience?]

[March 7th: Wait a minute, why do they seem like they don't know each other? Judging from their chat group conversations, their relationship is almost as close as Ren and Danheng's.]

[Black Swan: Constance... Ha, what an unremarkable name.]

"But that seems impossible. The Star of the Party doesn't welcome dahlias, and I don't need a coming-of-age ceremony... And you, I know what you're looking for..."

"Want her (Huang Quan's) secret? I can give it to you, and then... enjoy that grand event for me."

May you have unforgettable memories.

The black swan's raised eyebrows confirmed her earlier suspicions.

She didn't leave, nor did she rashly agree to the deal. Instead, with an angry tone that her intelligence had been insulted, she said, "Stop playing tricks. I'm absolutely certain that you're not thousands of miles away."

"In that primordial memory domain, my senses were blocked everywhere. I initially thought it was because of my family, but it turns out there was a colleague present. What brings you here?"