"Be careful, that Memokeeper is still tailing us."
"What a hassle. Is this what it feels like to be targeted by a Memokeeper?"
Golden Hour.
On the streets.
Wanwick tugged at Sunday's pant leg, and the two quickly ducked into an alley around the corner.
Then,
He raised his hand.
And unleashed the power of attunement.
A colorful glow emerged.
The intense gaze from behind temporarily disappeared.
"Phew…"
Wanwick sighed,
"I shouldn't have gotten involved in this mess with you… We came to say goodbye, but now we're being chased around like fools!"
Sunday smiled bitterly and said, "From the previous plot, it seems that this Mr. Reca indeed has a pathological obsession with filming."
Vanwick raised an eyebrow.
Looking up at Sunday, he asked, "Why did he set his sights on you, anyway?"
"A failed fugitive, no different from a stray dog."
"Can someone like that even be considered an actor?"
Sunday didn't mind Vanwick's sarcasm.
In fact,
being exposed like this by the other party gave him a sense of relief.
He said calmly, "Perhaps it's a tragedy."
"Why don't you just leave Penacony altogether? No matter how sharp his nose is, he can't chase you across the entire galaxy, right?" Vanwick suggested.
"No..."
Sunday's expression suddenly turned serious, even solemn.
He said, "Even if, as you say, I'm like a stray dog, before embarking on the next journey, I must properly bid farewell to everything from my past."
Vanwick put his hands on his hips, staring straight at Sunday.
The meaning was clear—
As you are now, you probably don't have the right to do so.
Sunday sighed.
He looked at the TV wall in front of him.
Just then, a lipstick endorsement ad popped up.
The dazzling dancer on the screen was none other than Robin.
"At the very least, I have to say goodbye to her."
"Haha..."
Vanwick looked at him with a mix of frustration and disappointment, saying,
"With your personality, even if you meet her, you probably wouldn't dare to say goodbye using your real identity."
"You, you're such a sentimental and stubborn blockhead!"
Vanwick seemed to have had enough of talking to Sunday.
He started scrolling through his phone.
Suddenly.
His eyes lit up!
"Haha~!"
"Guess what I just saw!"
Without waiting for Sunday's response, he eagerly continued,
"That Mr. Reca has been put on a bounty! Many players are looking for him now, hoping to get information about Dr. Primitive from him!"
"Hmm..."
"If that's the case, then it seems we don't have to avoid him anymore."
"Absolutely! Let's catch him and claim the bounty!"
Vanwick jumped up excitedly.
And this scene,
was witnessed by the assistant director lying in the bushes ahead.
Hundreds of meters away in the square.
Mr. Reca suddenly looked up!
"What?"
"So many people are looking for me?"
He quickly opened his phone.
To check the relevant information online!
A few minutes later.
Mr. Reca's expression froze!
"As a director, being thrust into the spotlight is not a good thing."
"This is the biggest taboo in the filming process!"
To stay or not to stay?
That is the question!
And soon.
Mr. Reca no longer had to worry about this dilemma.
From the nearby snack shop.
Two players walked out, eating Oak cakes.
They happened to pass by Mr. Reca.
The cards in their chest pockets instantly floated out!
And began to glow!
Mr. Reca was startled!
Oh no!
This is Black Swan's ability!
His disguise,
had failed!
The two players were also startled!
They immediately turned around!
Their gaze fell on Mr. Reca, who was sitting on the park bench.
"Black hair, red eyes?"
"I found Mr. Reca!"
"Call the Galaxy Rangers!"
Mr. Reca shook his head: "Dear actors, revealing the plot prematurely is a big no-no!"
"Before Yu Ling's storyline arrives, I can't spoil anything."
However.
These two players didn't seem to care much about the drama.
All they knew was that reporting the whereabouts of the person in front of them would earn them a hefty reward in Credits!
"Click, click, click—"
The familiar flash went off.
Only this time,
He had become the main character.
Mr. Reca looked up into the sky.
In the distance, two meteors were visibly speeding toward him.
"It seems that overly enthusiastic actors aren't such a good thing after all."
He shook his head in frustration,
"I'll have to avoid them for now."
His figure slowly vanished from the spot.
Before leaving,
His muttering could still be heard.
"Miss Black Swan, you really got me this time..."
Meanwhile, on the other side.
The assistant director in the bushes also received the signal and took one last look at Sunday and Wanvik.
Then,
He leaped into the nearby Memosphere,
And disappeared.
"Finally, we're free." Wanvik sighed in relief.
He couldn't help but complain,
"These Memokeepers are truly despicable! To obtain valuable memories, they'll stop at nothing—absolutely nothing!"
"If it were just ordinary people, fine."
"Having their memories captured unknowingly, becoming someone else's collection."
"But for people like us, who can actually sense their presence, it's really quite unsettling!"
Sunday shook his head.
"Peace for now."
"Let's make the most of our time."
"I hope this farewell with her won't be so rushed."
...
Somewhere in the galaxy.
Laboratory.
Inside the life-support pod.
A woman suddenly woke up!
[Observation subject has regained self-awareness. Sensory shielding deactivated. Pod opening in progress.]
The woman couldn't hear the electronic voice beside her.
Because her mind was in chaos.
It felt like it was about to explode!
Leaning against the pod wall, she stumbled outside.
As her vision and hearing returned, the unbearable pain gradually subsided.
The woman looked at her palm.
There,
Was a wound that pierced straight through!
The wound wasn't bleeding.
But that seemed even more terrifying.
Just one glance,
And it felt as if her soul was being destroyed within it!
"What... happened to me?"
The woman touched her head.
But she felt a pair of soft fox ears.
"Ears?"
"Who... am I?"
"Oh, right..."
"My name is... Tingyun."
As the name was murmured, more and more memories flooded back.
The familiar bustling lanterns.
The familiar old friends.
The familiar fleet...
However.
Just as she was about to recall the crucial moment.
A wave of immense fear struck!
"Ah... it hurts!"
Followed by,
An intense sense of unease.
As if something important had been taken from her!
"What... what's wrong with me?"
Tingyun looked around.
The cold laboratory.
The chilly light seemed to strip her away from this world.
"No, no..."
Suddenly.
Her gaze sharpened!
On the table in front of her.
A familiar object lay before her.
"Is that... the Jade Abacus?"
She picked it up.
On the screen of the Jade Abacus,
there was a train.
It was quietly moving forward through the cosmos.
Listening closely,
there was faint music lingering in the air.
Gradually, the ethereal music transformed into something grand.
This sound,
seemed to momentarily alleviate her pain.
Tingyun extended her finger.
As if guided by some unseen force, she touched the screen.
"Honkai... Star Rail?"
"What is this?"
"Could it be related to the memories I've lost?"