The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

　The small figure strives to convey authority.

　"Oh dear, Train Conductor Pam!"

　March 7th immediately clasped her hands together, making a pleading gesture, "It's just... the room is too small to move around freely! A bigger space makes it more exciting to have pillows flying around, and that's when we can have more fun! Hehe..."

　"No means no! This is a matter of principle!"

　Pam stopped what she was doing, turned around, and tried to straighten her little face. Her sapphire-like eyes looked earnestly at March 7th and then at Russell, as if seeking support.

　Russell met Pam's gaze, his smile deepening, and nodded sincerely: "I fully understand and support the train conductor's efforts in maintaining order and cleanliness in the carriages. Without rules, there can be no order."

　His approval made Pam's little chest puff out unconsciously, and her eyes revealed a sense of satisfaction that said, "See, the new passenger is the most sensible one."

　"Okay, okay, I got it. I'll be more careful next time!"

　March 7th quickly changed the subject, her gaze falling on Dan Heng, who was sitting quietly on the sofa, flipping through a thick ancient book. "That guy who looks a bit cold and unapproachable is Dan Heng! Although he doesn't talk much and seems a bit sullen, as if he's always carrying something on his mind,"

　She gestured towards Dan Heng with her chin, "But he's a really good and reliable person! He's especially dependable in crucial moments! I heard his hometown is in the Immortal Boat Alliance."

　Mentioning the Immortal Boat Alliance, March 7th seemed to suddenly remember something, a hint of hesitation flashing across his face as he looked at Russell: "By the way, Senior Russell, I seem to have heard that the Immortal Boat Alliance... uh, their attitude towards people and things related to Abundance is quite... um, strict? It seems they've been issuing warrants for the arrest of some Abundance monsters? You..."

　She didn't finish speaking, but her worried eyes said it all.

　Before Russell could speak, Dan Heng's cool voice came calmly. He closed the book in his hand and looked calmly at March 7 and Russell.

　"The Immortal Boat Alliance hunts down those who have fallen into demonic darkness, betrayed the original intention of the Medicine Master's compassion, and committed the evils of plunder and immortality in the name of abundance."

　His gaze fell on Russell, with a rational scrutiny and judgment. "Mr. Russell's path is to practice the true meaning of abundance and to relieve suffering. How can the two be confused? March, you really should read more books."

　"Ah...I see!"

　March 7th suddenly realized, scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, and grinned at Russell, "Haha, I was just worrying for nothing! Don't mind me, senior! I knew it! How could a great person like you be a wanted criminal!"

　She patted her chest casually, defusing the slight embarrassment from before.

　Then, her gaze shifted to Walter, who was sitting at a small round table by the window, elegantly stirring his coffee.

　"That handsome uncle enjoying afternoon tea is our pillar of strength—Uncle Yang."

　March 7th's tone was full of adoration.

　"Uncle Yang is really super—super—reliable! Several times when we encountered a major crisis that felt like we were going to die, it was Uncle Yang who turned the tide and saved us in no time!"

　"He's a master of hiding his true abilities! And he's like our patriarch, always quietly taking care of everyone, including Himeko-neechan!"

　She looked at Himeko, who was adjusting the coffee machine behind the bar, and Himeko returned a gentle smile.

　"But whatever you do, don't drink the coffee made by Himeko-neechan. Something terrible will happen if you do."

　On March 7, he said to Russell in a voice barely above a whisper, “Last time we drank, we didn’t wake up until the next day.”

　"Miss March's introduction was truly detailed and vivid,"

　After listening, Russell smiled gently and steered the conversation back to her, "So, what about yourself?"

　"me?"

　The bright smile on March 7th's face faded slightly, replaced by a hint of bewilderment that she herself hadn't paid much attention to. "I'm not really sure either. My memories... well, it's like someone pressed the delete button, they're completely empty."

　"According to Uncle Yang and the others, when they found me, I was frozen in six-phase ice, and it took them a lot of effort to thaw me out."

　She tried to downplay her vague sense of loss with an exaggerated tone, "Well, I don't remember anything! But that day happened to be March 7th, hehe, so I named myself March 7th! How about that, isn't it nice?"

　Russell listened to her clear, melodious, and vibrant voice, but his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. That voice… a strong sense of familiarity struck him, as if a long-forgotten corner of his memory had been gently touched.

　Where is it? Onpharos? The ancient branch behind him emanated a warmth imperceptible to ordinary people, and a clear and ancient stream of thought flowed directly into his mind:

　[Asu, recall the final moment when the flame of Oronis was being retrieved... the last sound carried on the wind before you turned and left...]

　Russell suddenly recalled the strangeness of that time; the frequency and texture of the voice overlapped extremely well with the laughter and chatter of March 7th before his eyes! In fact, they were almost identical.

　Russell understood the emptiness in March 7's eyes, hidden behind a smile, as he looked at the past.

　He composed himself, his tone carrying a soothing gentleness: "Memories may be temporarily lost, but they won't truly disappear; they just need the right key to unlock them. There's no need to be discouraged."

　“Miss March. You possess such vibrant vitality, which is itself the most precious treasure. Moreover…”

　He paused, then slowed his voice further, "Regarding your memories, I might... have a few vague clues."

　"clue?!"

　March 7th seemed to be electrocuted, suddenly jumping up from the sofa and instantly pounced on Russell, hugging his arm tightly with both hands and shaking him like a cat begging for a treat.

　His eyes widened, filled with unprecedented urgency and pleading. "Senior Russell! Are you telling the truth? You're not lying to me? There really is a clue about my past? Please! Tell me quickly! What is it? Where is it? Please, please!"

　Her voice was distorted with excitement.

　Feeling the force on his arm and the girl's undisguised longing, Russell gently but firmly patted the back of her hand, signaling her to calm down: "Calm down, Miss March. The clue is very vague, just an impression of a voice."

　“I once heard a voice almost exactly like yours in my hometown of Onphalus. The emotion contained in that voice… was very strong and unforgettable.”

　"I'm almost certain that it's your voice."

　Looking at the spark of hope that had been ignited in March 7's eyes, he said earnestly, "Although we can't determine the specific connection, perhaps there you can find the starting point for tracing back to the past."

　"Onpharos...my voice..."

　March 7th murmured repeatedly, his hands slowly loosening their grip on Russell's arm, but the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

　That familiar, carefree joy seemed to settle down and transform into a deeper fighting spirit with a clear goal.

　She took a deep breath, nodded vigorously, and a smile returned to her face. This time, the smile contained less confusion and more determination: "Yes! I remember! Thank you, Senior Russell! This is so important! When we get to Onpharos, I will definitely explore it thoroughly!"

　The shadow of amnesia seemed to be largely dispelled by this clue.

　Curiosity took over again, and March 7th leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands, like a little girl listening to a story.

　With her big eyes blinking, she looked at Russell: "By the way, senior! I've already revealed almost everything about myself, so why don't you tell us too?"

　"You and Brother Jin are so amazing, where did you come from? You must have experienced many incredible stories, right?"

　Russell's gaze was fixed on the boundless sea of ​​stars outside the window, his deep emerald eyes seemingly reflecting the galaxies of the past. His voice was calm and resonant, carrying the weight of time.

　“I come from Onpharos. I just mentioned that. As for myself…”

　He smiled gently, with a hint of world-weariness in his expression, "Before becoming a Commander, I was just an ordinary person living a boring life."

　"After becoming a messenger, I walk on the path of abundance, striving to be a practitioner of the word 'abundance'."

　"If there are any stories worth mentioning, they are mostly related to salvation and healing. Whether they are wonderful or not is a matter of opinion."

　He looked at March 7 and promised, “When we return to Onfaros, if the opportunity arises, I will introduce you to some of my old friends there. They are trustworthy partners, just like me.”

　"But your story is really interesting. The things an ordinary person did to survive sound like an epic. Hehe."

　"If you would like to hear more details, I will explain them to you when I have time."

　"Hehe, okay. But what's up with Ah Jin? He seems weird. He's even colder than Dan Heng."

　His gaze then turned to Jin, who stood silently behind the sofa like a javelin, always on guard.

　The young guard's golden eyes sharply scanned every corner of the carriage, his hand always close to the emerald green revolver at his waist, as if he were ready to deal with any sudden threat at any time, which was completely out of place with the warm and relaxed atmosphere inside the carriage.

　"As for Ah Jin, that child,"

　Russell's tone carried a gentle, elder-like quality mixed with a hint of helplessness. "Don't be fooled by his current silence, which makes him seem like a stone, or even a little... overly tense. He just needs time to adjust to the new environment and to feel safe."

　He looked at Jin with understanding in his eyes, "When I met him, his homeland had been destroyed by the antimatter legion and was on the verge of being completely swallowed by nothingness. It was a kind of despair where even existence itself would be dissolved."

　Russell's tone lowered slightly, as if recalling the danger of that time, "I pulled him back from that darkness, at the cost of him forgetting almost all of his past before being corrupted by nothingness."

　He paused, his voice carrying a complex tenderness, "The only thing that remains is the memory of me, which has been firmly anchored in his completely wiped-away consciousness."

　"From then on, he stubbornly positioned himself as my protector, regarding protecting me as the sole meaning of his existence, and never leaving my side."

　"It was as if if I let go, I would disappear, or he would fall into that void again."

　He sighed softly, "This persistence is both his armor and the shackles he has yet to break."

　"Wow……"

　After hearing this, March 7 looked at Jin with shock and deep sympathy. She imagined the coldness and despair of being swallowed by nothingness and couldn't help but shiver.

　"Being swallowed by nothingness...that must be incredibly terrifying and incredibly painful!..."

　Her gaze toward Jin was filled with tender understanding, and the previous distance between them had melted away considerably.

　"There's no need to worry about him, Miss March."

　Russell's voice returned to its usual calm, carrying an unquestionable trust: "Ah Jin's resilience far exceeds your imagination."

　“His inner strength is far greater than his outward silence. Give him some time and space to gradually feel the warmth of the train and the kindness of his companions, and he will find a new balance.”

　He believed that this journey would not only lead to his hometown, but might also be the opportunity for Jin to break free from his inner constraints.

　Just then, the train conductor Pam's clear voice rang out, carrying a hint of forced formality: "Dear passengers, Pam! The welcome dinner that Pam has prepared will officially begin in the observation car in thirty minutes!"

　Please be on time for your seats! We look forward to your presence!

　After making his announcement, the small figure straightened his back and continued his cleaning work.

　The Star Train's daily journey, filled with tranquility and anticipation, continues its trek into the depths of the stars. But today, it is a feast for the eyes.

　……

　Chapter Ninety-One: The Gift of the Enduring Branch.

　With the boundless curiosity of a newborn, Xing began her adventure in the train crew's cabins.

　Danheng's room was unusually simple, as if it were just a cushion laid out in the corner of the archives—in fact, it was indeed that simple.

　Xing displayed her talent for finding hidden gems, unexpectedly discovering a credit point among the scattered books beside Danheng's bed.

　She tilted her head and thought for a moment. Since it belonged to Danheng, she decided to put it back. So she carefully placed the credit note next to Danheng's bed.

　Then, she slipped into March 7's room. It was a pink, girlish world, with all sorts of photos hanging on the walls, like a miniature memory museum, capturing countless moments from her journey.

　There was a strange mirror in the room. No matter how the star shone on it, the mirror remained empty, unable to reflect her image. Could it be that this mirror had a principle of recognizing its owner?

　Xing didn't dwell on that too much; her attention was quickly drawn to a naked Pam doll. Curious, she lifted the doll and found a small stack of credits under its bottom.

　"Oh? Where Little March hides her money?"

　Xing suddenly realized what was going on and couldn't help but chuckle. After thinking for a moment, she decided to put the money back where it belonged, carefully stuffing it back under the doll with her hands.

　Just as they were about to continue exploring the other rooms, Pam's clear announcement rang out throughout the carriage: "Attention, dear passengers! The banquet will begin in ten minutes. Please proceed to the observation carriage as soon as you hear this announcement! Pam!"

　"banquet!"

　Xing's eyes lit up instantly, and the allure of the other rooms vanished. She rushed out of March 7th's room like a gust of wind, slamming open the observation car door with a bang.

　"Pa!"

　Train conductor Pam, hands on her hips, her little ears twitching, said, "Star Passengers! Please don't get so excited! The banquet doesn't officially start for another ten minutes!"

　Xing looked closely and saw that everyone was there.

　The observation cabins have been completely transformed, now brimming with a celebratory atmosphere. Ribbons and twinkling lights adorn every corner, and long banquet tables are laden with a dazzling array of delicacies. Most eye-catching of all is a huge, fragrant cake in the center.

　That was Chef Pam's masterpiece, with eight chibi-style figures meticulously sculpted from chocolate—the entire train crew plus the newly joined Russell and Jhin, all lifelike, arranged in a circle, creating a particularly warm and inviting atmosphere.

　In the center of the cake, written in icing, was the message: "To all the anonymous guests!"

　Everyone was busy preparing for the welcome banquet. March 7th was tiptoeing to hang the last colorful balloon, Danheng was meticulously adjusting the spacing between the seats, and Mr. Walter Young was methodically tidying up the scattered items.

　Himeko was behind a small bar, diligently preparing various drinks—unusually, no coffee.

　The newly joined Jhin and Russell were also busy. Jhin was carrying a plate of delicate pastries, his movements slightly clumsy but very serious, and he was arranging them on the long table according to Pam's instructions.

　Russell helped distribute the glittering cutlery. Seeing Star rush in, Pam immediately assigned tasks: "Star's here just in time! Go help March decorate the balloons! She's been bouncing around all by herself; Pam's worried she'll knock the cake over!"

　"okay!"

　Xing took the balloons handed to her by March 7th and joined in the decorations.

　In less than ten minutes, the entire observation carriage was transformed, filled with a festive atmosphere.

　The lights were soft, the decorations shimmered, and the aroma of food filled the air. Russell's gaze fell thoughtfully on the little chocolate figure of himself on the cake.

　He subconsciously pulled something out of his pocket—a handmade chibi-style doll that Xia Die had given him during his first reincarnation.

　The doll was old, the fabric worn, but its sewn eyes still shone with pure vitality. Bringing it close to your nose, you could almost smell a faint scent of violets.

　Russell stroked the old doll, a warm smile unconsciously curving his lips.

　Jin noticed his movements, walked over with an empty plate, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, is this doll... very important?"

　"Um,"