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Star of the Grand Event, Penacony.
Acheron held her long blade, staring blankly ahead, while two origami birds hopped playfully in front of her.
The vivid colors filled her vision, giving her a sense of childlike wonder, more lively than the aimless crowds on the streets.
Full of life, yet subtly charming.
She savored the moment—life felt so beautiful, far better than the fantasies she'd imagined in the void.
Acheron touched her chest, feeling the light pulsing within.
She recalled Sol's visit that morning, before dawn.
As per their agreement, it was their daily physical check and routine treatment.
From the point their palms touched, light flowed throughout her body. Immense warmth spread like soaking in a hot spring, supremely comforting.
She found herself looking forward to tomorrow, to the feeling of light coursing through her again, and the friend holding her hand.
Recalling that early morning first kiss, she couldn't help but smile.
"Acheron!"
Stelle called out loudly, waving her hands vigorously.
"Hm?"
Acheron turned to see a gray-haired girl and a pink-and-blue-haired girl standing together.
She remembered—one was Stelle, dearly loved by Sol; the other was Stelle's clumsy friend.
With her… they could be considered acquaintances at best.
Stelle pulled along a slightly embarrassed March 7th and said to Acheron: "March and I are joining the eating contest—come cheer for me!"
"But it's only you participating; I'm just a spectator."
March 7th rolled her eyes and whispered to Stelle.
She felt a little hopeless—what kind of beautiful girl joins an eating contest?
But with Stelle, who befriended trash cans, it seemed… fitting.
"Eating contest?"
Acheron's face was expressionless, but she sensed a faint beauty in this innocent enthusiasm.
"Yeah, yeah!"
"Come on, come on! Just watch me dominate!"
Sunday looked at Acheron like a child.
After equipping the Sparklence, she discovered that the food she ate could completely convert into stored energy.
She instantly became the world's most unbeatable glutton—never gaining weight, always capable of eating more.
Besides Acheron, she had invited all the idle acquaintances she knew: the entire Astral Express Crew (Pom-Pom was watching live from the train), all the Stellaron Hunters, plus Boothill and the thirteen-year-old Gallagher!
Unfortunately, Sol, Big Herta, and Robin were all busy; friends from the Xianzhou couldn't come either.
She was eager to show off in front of everyone, to flaunt her incredible prowess!
"Mm, I'll go."
Acheron nodded and followed along.
Watching Stelle and March 7th hopping ahead, listening to the laughter around her.
Like freer, happier origami birds—free and beautiful.
Just like the friends she had lost, she instinctively wanted to get close.
Things she couldn't do before, now she would protect every single friend.
All together, forever.
No one was allowed to die.
Before long, the boisterous group assembled.
Kafka restrained the red-eyed Blade, Welt Yang shielded Dan Heng behind him, and someone's konjac tantrum erupted!
Himeko facepalmed helplessly—it was such a hassle.
Kafka, however, appeared unbothered, a faint smile at Stelle's antics.
The child was about to join an eating contest—she wanted to watch.
She casually scanned the area, noticing Sol Mercer's absence. A premonition struck—he was probably plotting something big.
The thought passed quickly, and Kafka returned her gaze to Stelle. At least for now, this chaotic future was more promising than Elio's scripted outcomes.
This contest would be livelier than Stelle anticipated.
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Meanwhile.
Penacony's core, Dewlight Pavilion.
Sunday leaned over his desk, his expression serious as he reviewed documents. This was a file concerning the division of Oak Family power—something that had to be handled carefully.
It wasn't that he craved power or wanted to cling to Oak Family authority; rather, the other families were no pushovers, requiring careful consideration of balance.
He glanced at Robin; his sister was daydreaming, cheeks flushed.
Robin was usually a caring and responsible little sister—never zoning out during work.
Now, she clearly wasn't acting normally.
Sister… is in love.
He knew it was because of that man; his sister's blush was likely from thinking about some intimate act.
Sunday's chest tightened—what a scumbag!
Yet he could do nothing, even unwilling to interrupt Robin's daydream. She had worked so hard recently; letting her zone out was a form of rest.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Robin came back to herself, casting a subtle glance at her brother.
Seeing him apparently unaware, she relaxed slightly: "Come in!"
Jade pushed the door open, escorting a bashful blonde girl inside, smiling elegantly: "The two of you, your assistant has arrived."
"Hm?"
Robin looked at the blonde.
Her brows and eyes were exquisitely framed, a beguiling beauty. Though shy, she radiated pride.
Even Robin had to admit—this was a beauty on her level.
Robin's expression turned strange: "Is it… 'him'?"
This was a man transformed into a woman, who would soon revert to his original form.
Originally intended for a union with a high-ranking member of the Harmony family, that person had a unique taste. Thankfully, her boyfriend's kindness spared her from humiliation.
Due to the uniqueness of the situation, she didn't want to say Aventurine's name—best to give this individual some face.
"Yes, it's him." Jade nodded affirmatively, glancing at Sunday with an involuntary smile:
"Though he has made some mistakes, he is capable and should help alleviate your burdens. Because of his errors, his ownership has been transferred to Penacony by Lord Sol."
"You can use him fully and trust him completely—he can't run away."
Even someone as experienced as Jade found it intriguing.
Sunday and Aventurine were like arch-rivals. Without Sol's intervention, Aventurine would have taken everything, leaving Sunday empty-handed.
Now, their encounter played out this way—amusing indeed.
"Then let him stay for now."
Robin didn't fully trust Aventurine yet and told Sunday: "Brother, you can delegate some trivial matters to him. He should be very capable."
A member of the Ten Stonehearts, P44 executive-level in the IPC, with universe-class abilities.
Handling most trivial matters would be effortless. Sol had truly done well—sending such a valuable gift to her.
"Looking forward to working with you."
Aventurine forced a smile, marveling at fate's unpredictability.
The outcome wasn't fixed; she had to serve elsewhere like a workhorse.
Originally, everything seemed planned perfectly, a guaranteed win.
But Sol's sudden appearance reversed the outcome—she lost utterly!
Standing as a servant before her original opponent—what a lifeless feeling.
"Mm, sit there."
Sunday gestured to a chair, deeply observing the beautiful girl.
Why did she seem so familiar?
Ah, the photos of a beauty his sister had placed on the desk a few days ago.
Yet why the sense of natural aversion?
With his upbringing, he shouldn't hold innate bias against a woman, even from a disliked IPC.
Could this be love at first sight?
Psychology expert Karol Chodkiewicz wrote that long-term singles often feel protective aversion when first encountering someone who sparks their heart.
Sunday's mind was in chaos.
This… didn't feel right.
"..."
Aventurine sensed the scrutinizing gaze, lowering her head in embarrassment.
Out of pride, she didn't reveal her name.
She prayed this guy wouldn't be like certain jerks at the IPC, one who abused their subordinates!
The office atmosphere became tense but strangely productive.
At some point, Robin quietly sent Sunday a message explaining Aventurine's background.
"Hiss!"
"Ha!"
"Oh!"
Sunday's strong frame shivered, inhaling sharply. His pale golden divine pupils contracted slightly.
He suppressed his shock, watching Aventurine still working diligently before relaxing.
Sunday, expressionless, marked Karol Chodkiewicz as a false expert—planning a full investigation into the scholar's credentials, suspecting academic misconduct.
He knew he wouldn't fall in love at first sight.
That feeling of aversion—it was toward that blonde jerk!
It was all Aventurine's fault, scheming against Penacony!
All Aventurine's fault for destabilizing Penacony!
All Aventurine's fault, otherwise Robin wouldn't have been targeted by a scumbag!
"..."
Sunday calmly scanned Aventurine, giving a cold smile.
Pathetic! Sent to the enemy's subordinate after a gender change?
She'd revert in a few months? Pretending to be an ostrich now to avoid embarrassment?
Dream on!
The more she wanted to save face, the more he intended to make Aventurine lose face.
His sister had lost—what did Aventurine's face matter?
Pain!
Strength!
Sunday's sharp mind turned, forming a plan.
He would help Aventurine become a galactic superstar, generating profits for Penacony, redeeming her mistakes!
Even a few months would suffice. He wouldn't even need Aventurine's cooperation.
For Robin, he mastered celebrity management techniques, even embezzling public funds to acquire several media giants.
Too bad his sister was too outstanding to need such tricks.
Fortunately, Aventurine's sudden emergence wouldn't go to waste.
Even after reverting, seeing those posters would make her expression priceless.
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