The curtain fell, and the scene immediately startled the Trailblazer team members. Behind the huge red curtain were thousands upon thousands of even smaller curtains.
With the changing lights, the figures behind each curtain displayed their own distinct movements.
There were devout believers praying, hands clasped together, eyes closed in quiet contemplation, as if communicating with the heavens.
There were hurried lovers rushing about, holding hands, their eyes filled with anticipation and sweetness.
There were violinists playing, with melodious music echoing in the air like a clear spring flowing through people's hearts.
There were also physicians treating the sick and injured, busily moving through…
This scene after scene was so shocking, as if a gorgeous and colorful painting was unfolding before their eyes. The impact and shock brought by this image simply could not be described in words.
Only the Nameless guests currently inside the theater could truly understand this feeling.
"You Nameless guests, since we cannot persuade each other, then by fate, we will be enemies."
"Since you and I are enemies and not friends, why not let us, in this vast Penacony Grand Theater, on this spotlight-surrounded stage, use our respective Paths to point out a path forward for Penacony's destiny."
Buzz—!
Accompanying Sunday's words, countless strands of light converged from all directions and finally gathered on this magnificent stage, upon the body of this follower of the Order.
As the lights converged, waves of melodious chords rang out, drifting above the vast theater. Anthropomorphic musical notes, accompanied by golden staff lines, danced in the sky like thousands of lively, adorable, free-spirited sprites.
"The performance is about to begin. However, before the true overture that decides fate sounds, I hope you Nameless guests can carefully consider the question I raised—"
As his voice fell, the music floating in the sky suddenly became passionate, like an endlessly flowing river, like a howling gale, like a rumbling train shuttling through the sea of stars.
"Everyone be careful! The power of the Order is still rising!"
Himeko's brows furrowed tightly. She quickly reminded Stelle and March 7th behind her. In her perception, the power on Sunday was still continuously expanding.
If the power he used when confronting her earlier was '1', then this power had now reached at least '3' and was still continuously rising.
With his back to everyone, Sunday slightly raised his head, looking at a 45-degree angle toward the myriad lights behind the giant curtain.
The next moment, a voice that seemed to strike straight into the depths of the soul echoed in everyone's ears, exploding like thunder and shaking the heart!
"Are day and night equal?"
A heavy landing sound rang out. The threads connecting the Order puppets snapped with a crash and smashed onto the theater floor.
"Are the righteous and the sinners equal?"
The puppets summoned their weapons, formed ranks, and with imaginary energy surging, they let out angry roars toward the Nameless guests present.
"If humans are born weak, from which god should the weak seek peace?"
As the final words fell, Sunday spread his arms. Under the illumination of light, this Halovian man looked just like a true angel—sacred and majestic.
Guided by the light, Sunday flew high into the sky until he disappeared into the brilliance of the giant curtain.
Accompanying him, the Order puppets brandished their weapons and launched suicidal assaults toward Himeko, March 7th, and the others.
"Everyone be careful—prepare for battle!"
While issuing the warning, the Navigator lady charged forward at the very front of the team. As a veteran Nameless and currently the strongest individual in the team, she absolutely refused to hide behind a group of children.
Past: "How great! The Aeon of great power."
Present: "You define all things and all people with the Order!"
Future: "Yet you let us know that we are merely your puppets!"
The Order puppets chanted the poem.
Past, Present, Future—these were their names, the names of the Order puppets. Now, under Sunday's power, they had gained brand-new meaning of existence: the performance known as "Was, Is, and Ever Shall Be."
...
"May You bless us, honorable emissary of Xipe." A Halovian servant respectfully knelt on the ground and made his plea to Sunday, who served as Bellboy.
Sunday: "Come forward, my kin. I have already entreated Him to be with me."
Halovian servant: "Praise you. I shall obey your will."
Halovian servant: "I have served the Alfalfa Family for more than ten years, always diligent and never lazy. However, yesterday I made a mistake. While preparing dinner for the family head, I accidentally spilled the meal on the ground."
"Out of negligence, I claimed everything had been arranged properly. Although the family head has already dismissed me as punishment, I still cannot eat or sleep in peace, fearing that the seeds of evil have taken root in my heart. I hereby confess to you, seeking to atone for my sin."
After saying this, the somewhat elderly Halovian servant knelt on the ground once more, hands clasped together like the most devout believer, waiting for the Lord's forgiveness and tolerance.
Sunday: "Does your heart truly repent and resolve to change?"
Halovian servant: "I swear."
Sunday: "Have you examined your heart and honestly confessed all your sins?"
Halovian servant: "I swear."
Sunday: "Are you willing to put it into practice…"
As the representative of the Harmony and the Bellboy who could make petitions to the heavens, Sunday forgave the sins of one sinner after another.
Among them were many who truly repented, but there were also those who attempted to use this opportunity to escape punishment and continue living freely.
And our Mr. Sunday, like a true emissary and executor of Xipe's will, helped them resolve their worries and clear the confusion in their hearts.
Until one day…
"Please step forward, the next one."
Pipisi rich merchant: "Hahaha, long time no see, the most eye-catching man in Penacony, the next head of the Oak Family. Um… what was the name again? Oh right, right, Mr. Sunday, hahaha!"
Sunday: "…I have already entreated Him to be with me. We may begin."
Sunday naturally felt very displeased with the rich merchant's words and attitude. However, out of consideration for the other party's status, he still continued to perform his duties as Bellboy.
Pipisi rich merchant: "Tsk! What a hassle. Fine, let's follow the procedure then!"
Pipisi rich merchant: "Cough cough—! Please forgive my sins: 'I wasted half a pizza at breakfast… and a bottle of Sodaless. Other than that, there's nothing else.'"
Pipisi rich merchant: "Don't you have some lines to recite? Hurry up. My time is very precious. Wasting one second means losing tens of thousands of credits!"
Sunday: "…Are you willing to perform acts of penance to clarify the punishment you should receive?"
Pipisi rich merchant: "Hahaha, 'penance'? Playing saint again. Forget it, forget it. I'm not in the mood to play with you anymore."
Pipisi rich merchant: "Let me tell you, you have no right to judge me, and neither does the Family!"