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At the doorway.
"Goodbye. And thank you for helping me today."
Acheron brushed back her hair and offered a faint smile. "This is a day worth remembering."
Though there had been twists and turns, the outcome was good.
And those turbulent moments were part of what made it memorable.
Beginning to resolve her physical imbalance and step fully toward normalcy. Experiencing a kind of intimacy she had never known before. Giving away her first kiss.
Whether it was good or bad was hard to judge—but it was undeniably heart-stirring.
"Come again," Sol said with a playful squint. "Honestly, today is memorable for me too. On this very day, a beautiful woman forcefully stole my first kiss."
"First kiss?" Acheron blinked, full of disbelief. "You?"
No matter how she thought about it, there was no way this man still had his first kiss.
She half suspected his first night had disappeared back in kindergarten.
After all, he was far too skilled at teasing girls—and utterly shameless about it.
Sol smiled. "A little secret—my first kiss refreshes daily. If you come early enough each morning, you can experience the thrill of a 'first kiss' every single day."
"Let bygones be bygones, as if yesterday had died; let each day begin anew."
"Well? Surprised?"
From a philosophical perspective, yesterday's flirtatious version of him had perished. Today's was a pure-hearted college boy.
So, innocent every day—he was almost charmed by himself.
"Heh." Acheron's smile turned enigmatic. "You're quite amusing."
Her tone shifted, airy yet deliberate. "In that case, I'll take you at your word."
"I'll check in every day and claim your first kiss."
It made neither sense nor logic.
But neither does love—love is the least reasonable thing of all.
Saying it that way made her feel a little better. After all, hers truly had been a first kiss.
"A promise I look forward to."
Sol accepted readily.
"See you tomorrow."
In the end, Acheron's skin wasn't thick enough to endure any longer. She turned and fled almost as if escaping.
Watching her graceful silhouette drift away,
Sol felt a faint pang of guilt.
"What troubles you?"
Black Swan manifested beside him, curiosity in her tone. "Is it regret from deceiving an innocent young lady?"
Ordinarily, such emotions wouldn't be strange.
But on Sol, it felt out of place.
Her master should have long since developed immunity to such things.
Even Miss Robin, angelic in her purity, had never drawn that expression from him.
"That's not it."
Sol shook his head, slightly rueful. "Today's 'first kiss' was already taken by Sparkle. I deceived Mei. I am guilty! Tomorrow I'll have to refresh double the first kisses to make up for it."
"…huh."
Black Swan was momentarily speechless.
Refreshing a first kiss daily was absurd enough.
Refreshing it twice? What kind of logic was that?
Yet as her gaze lingered on his lips, something stirred within her.
Those were the lips kissed by an Emanator of Nihility—and faintly flavored by a Masked Fool.
To taste them would surely be… memorable.
She cleared her throat and, summoning her courage, said, "My Master, might I be permitted to sample your kiss as well?"
"?"
Sol was genuinely stunned.
He had thought himself outrageous enough.
Yet even at full effort, he couldn't outmatch a natural-born prodigy's spontaneous audacity?
As expected of her—the most famous mysterious woman of striking action.
"Is that… not allowed?"
Black Swan lowered her head regretfully and bowed. "Forgive my presumption."
After all, those lips had just been kissed by an Emanator of Nihility and carried traces of the ever-changing Masked Fool.
She was but a humble recorder—hardly worthy.
"Come on then. I'll make a sacrifice."
Sol patted her shoulder magnanimously.
If everyone else could kiss him but Black Swan could not, that would be unfair. He prided himself on equal treatment.
"Thank you for your generosity!"
Black Swan was visibly delighted, as if granted a supreme reward.
She approached with polite near-reverence and tasted carefully.
The flavor was indeed extraordinary—a novelty she had never experienced before (though admittedly it was her first time).
The lingering notes unfolded in layers, as if resonating with existence itself. It made her realize no ordinary kiss could ever feel so singular.
She wanted to craft a five-star Light Cone from this moment and name it "Memory Embraces Existence."
Strange. For a being half-ascended on the Path of Hope, why was her first sensation one of pure existence?
Strange indeed. She might need to… taste it again.
"…."
Physically, Sol found it pleasant—Black Swan's beauty was unquestionable.
Psychologically, though, he felt oddly amused.
Had he just become something like a "compassionate benefactor" handing out blessings?
Incredible. Even he had to admit—on the Path of Elation, Black Swan was a formidable talent.
…
Time passed.
Sol sat alone on the sofa while Black Swan retreated into the substance of Memoria.
He knew what she was doing—she had submitted a request.
To create a five-star Light Cone recording that very moment.
It felt slightly odd, as though he had been turned into archival material.
But he approved. Everyone was entitled to a harmless hobby.
He was curious about the Light Cone creation process—but for now, his time belonged elsewhere.
Sol looked at his phone, green and white messages interwoven—his discussion with Herta.
"Sol, I've contacted Ruan Mei, Screwllum, and Stephen. They're all very interested in your research."
"They've agreed to allocate part of the Simulated Universe's computational power, and will provide additional assistance."
Herta reclined elegantly against her bed, her phone floating before her and typing automatically.
What genius could resist participating in research on ascension to Aeonhood?
Especially after he had just demonstrated divine power, firmly pressing down the coffin lid of the Aeon of Order.
She had kept the matter confidential—only her closest collaborators knew. Otherwise, the entire universe would be in uproar. Even reclusive geniuses dormant in the dark would emerge.
Even that monkey obsessed with returning all life to its primal form for "perfect evolution" would surely covet the power of godhood.
"That's excellent news."
Sol smiled, intrigued. "With multiple geniuses collaborating, that minor issue of mine should be resolved swiftly."
After all, they were building a framework—not shaping the core.
His path to godhood rested on the universe's inevitable entropy and the [Type-III Perpetual Motion Engine: Stellar Particle] capable of reversing that fate.
The latter granted him the station of savior: the final hope of this era.
As Stellar Particles accumulated over time, the proportion of matter derived from him would grow—eventually surpassing all original matter. That would be the future's ultimate existence.
By resonating with light and stars to gain dominion over present matter, and projecting the universe's ultimate end through stellar particles, he would ascend the throne of existence itself.
Once the geniuses completed their research, it would be time for him to return to New Eridu and claim divinity.
Constructing the outer shell shouldn't take long.
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