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

The dahlias made no attempt to hide their "special treatment" of the black swans.

"Sometimes I hate memories, precisely because... some people don't deserve to see me in full bloom again in my memories."

"Besides, you're no less greedy. On your deathbed? That's not entirely wrong..."

She smiled noncommittally, then looked directly into her once close companion's eyes and said with increasing sincerity, "...I want to use this honesty to persuade you to [seek death] with me."

Faced with such an enthusiastic invitation, Black Swan felt as if she had been forced to drink a mouthful of soda.

"I must refuse."

[Star: Good heavens, what's this called? This is called a double suicide for love!]

[March 7th: Why do I feel like there's a Dan Heng and Ren vibe here?]

[Danheng: Stop, March. Stop fantasizing along this path.]

[Xia Die: What a heartwarming and sweet story.]

[March 7th/Pella/Bluebird/Gallach/Serfly/Black Swan: Hmm? ? ? ]

[Gallach: From what angle... But little girl, you have a bright future on this mysterious path of destiny!]

[That Summer: Xia Die, I need to re-verify your degree certificate!]

[Xia Die: Oh...]

[Black Swan: Sigh... Never mind. Darling, how could you say such a thing?]

[Dahlia: Why can't I say it? I'm sharing with you what I consider my most valuable and exciting adventure. Why don't you appreciate it?]

[Black Swan: You know perfectly well what it means to ask a question! You really need to learn what boundaries are. Instead of rambling on and on about irrelevant things, then setting traps and forcing others to act in your favor.]

[Dahlia: Oh? You noticed? That surprised me a bit.]

In the light screen, the dahlia gently stroked her cheek, uttering words of regret, but her eyes held a sly and triumphant glint: "Too late—you're already in the secret. Come on, just take a few steps, and even if I chase you away, you won't want to leave."

The black swan gazed around; these strange, enormous plants were all imbued with the power of reproduction.

She had heard of planets tainted by reproduction, where spores could even take root and sprout on the nasal walls of travelers. For the sake of her nasal health, the Black Swan carefully avoided those blooming flowers. Sensing the chaotic memory around her, she realized she truly had no choice but to travel with the dahlias.

The two ventured deeper into a once magnificent building. Every window frame was now tightly embraced by enormous, twisted tree roots and branches, while on the trunk, many strange, blood-red plants burst through the rough, dry bark and sprouted from it.

The black swan sighed softly, "So that's how it is, [a piece of oak that had been eaten away by insects]... You weren't just talking nonsense back then."

Dahlia said with a double entendre, "Oak is prone to getting infested with insects, so it's not surprising."

As the two ventured deeper into the area, they unexpectedly discovered a figure after reaching a platform with a superb view.

Black Swan frowned slightly: "It's him..."

Golden hair, a black and green coat—who else could it be but Sand Gold?

He was gazing at the magnificent pink nebula in the distance, utterly bored.

[Star: Gold dust? No, weren't you cleaved in two by Huang Quan and sent to the Dream Reef? How did you end up here? Judging from the oak metaphor earlier, this is probably the Dream Master's lair, right? How did you get here? Do you also have a conceptual-level ability to get lost?]

[Gold Sand: I'd also like to know why. However, I don't have that power to get lost, but I do have a bit of good luck. A lucky break, maybe even a big win! Besides that, um… ladies, I hope I haven't disturbed you?]

[Dahlias: They're a little of an eyesore, but it's nothing to worry about.]

[Black Swan: Absolutely not. I'm so glad there's finally another normal person here.]

[Dahlia: Oh? Do you have to belittle yourself like that? There's no need for that.]

[Black Swan: I'm talking about you, the abnormal one!]

Sand Gold sensed someone approaching, and his leisurely expression suddenly hardened. He turned around, his face instantly changing, and before he could even utter a word, a laugh could be heard.

"Judging by the atmosphere here, it shouldn't be this lively. Ladies—which side is the uninvited guest?"

Are you the Dream Master's people, or are you here to cause trouble for the Dream Master?

The Black Swan was completely baffled by his appearance. After he completely gave the Star to him in the deal, what did he do next?

However, he should not possess the ability to freely travel between memory states.

Sand Gold proudly declared, "The betting is over, and I've won a resounding victory!"

……

Everyone in the galaxy twitched at the corners of their eyes.

Are there no normal people left in this place?

A resounding victory? Have you ever seen someone who won a resounding victory get split in two?

……

The black swan asked with slight curiosity, "Oh? What did you gain?"

Sand Gold's eyes narrowed with a smile: "The envoy of [Void] stabbed me, and I died a magnificent death."

[Hanabi: Yeah, a huge win (I'm sure)! Although for future team fights using keystone champions, it's like a goat can't live without a bicycle.]

[Potio: Not as useful as his treasure.]

Dahlia tilted her head and teased Black Swan, "Oh, speaking of which, you must feel the same way, this lady who loves to dance?"

The black swan didn't seem to mind at all: "It's better than no one inviting me, this kind lady."

Seeing that the two were not only not united against a common enemy, but were instead bickering with great enthusiasm, Sha Jin vaguely sensed something and a hint of amusement appeared in his smile.

"Ha, you two are really...deeply devoted to each other."

[Star: Are there no normal people here?]

[March 7th: When did you become so qualified to say such things?]

"You're quite interesting, Mr. Sand Gold." Dahlia didn't dislike his high emotional intelligence at all, but that didn't mean she would consider him a companion: "However..."

She said in a charming and soft voice, "You shouldn't have come here—give me a reason, or I'll play to your liking and ask you to die again."

Sand Gold, with one hand on his hip, didn't choose to give a cowardly explanation: "You're that confident?"

Dahlia succinctly pointed out his predicament: "You didn't hide your weakness well. Although you are one of the 'Ten Stone Hearts,' it's not difficult to take care of you right now."

Sand Gold's expression remained unchanged, his smile enigmatic: "That's not necessarily true. Since you know me, don't try to gamble. Consider this advice my greeting gift to a friend—"

He crossed his arms and said arrogantly, "As long as I haven't shown my hole cards, no one will dare to call to the end."

However, he happened to encounter a dahlia.

"Unfortunately, your good luck has run out for today. I've always found losing more interesting than winning."

Dahlia chuckled and said, "What's wrong with giving it a try?"