In the end, under Stelle's strenuous persuasion, Robin reluctantly put away the Imaginary energy cannon.
"Leave it to me." Black Swan smiled slightly: "After all, I received one million credit points from Miss Robin. Just providing a wake-up service isn't quite enough."
"The space we are in now is a combination of reality and dream, so as a Memokeeper, I can barely achieve an existence like 'creation mode'."
Black Swan gently placed her hand on the door and pushed hard. With a "click", the door opened automatically.
"Next, just wake up Mr. Gallagher, and I believe he will be happy to give us signed photos." Black Swan smiled slightly: "They can definitely sell for a lot of money."
However, just as she wanted to wake Gallagher, her eyes suddenly sharpened, and her whole body stiffened in place.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing her like this, Stelle couldn't help but ask puzzledly.
"Uh... everyone, why don't you see for yourselves."
Black Swan turned her head speechlessly, "I dare to bet, this is your brother's bad taste, boss."
Stelle took two steps forward, her gaze immediately stunned. In the dream pool, Gallagher's graceful figure was only wearing a white tank top, with distinct, knife-carved-like muscles exposed; his lower body was wearing sports shorts and white socks, the liquid memory substance soaking the clothes, giving a unique flavor.
"...Phew, brother will return from the wrong path."
Robin's fist clenched with cracking sounds. She looked at Black Swan, took a deep breath to adjust her mindset, and then said: "Miss Black Swan, wake him up. Although I'm very unwilling to admit it, we do need him."
Black Swan nodded slightly and said: "Are you sure? With my current power, I can only forcibly wake one person."
Robin gritted her teeth and said: "Sure."
Seeing the boss give the order, Black Swan didn't dawdle. She leaned close to Gallagher's ear and whispered softly: "How can someone your age sleep so soundly..."
"..."
!
After Black Swan chanted the whispers of the ancient gods for more than ten seconds, Gallagher's whole body suddenly trembled. The next second, he widened his eyes and sat up straight.
"Done." Black Swan clapped her hands and elegantly returned to Robin's side.
"...Uh, what happened? Didn't I already escape from Sunday and leave Penacony? How did I end up back here...?"
Gallagher looked around in confusion with dazed eyes. When he saw Robin, his eyes suddenly sharpened: "Robin?! You, what do you want to do?"
"Coming to pass a message for your brother again?"
"...Mr. Gallagher, you misunderstood."
Robin squeezed out a smile and said: "The current situation is quite complicated. I just... need your help."
"Help?" Gallagher glanced at himself: "Help with what? Is this something needed for normal help?"
"If it weren't for Sunday forcing me to sign a secret contract when I hadn't developed yet, I would have left Penacony long ago, instead of being his plaything here!"
Stelle & Sparkle: Brain.exe. (Unresponsive).
It seems they heard some incredible plot.
Robin: "Mr. Gallagher, please calm down a bit. Whatever the matter is, you can tell me, I guarantee I'll help you solve it, okay? Now the task of saving Penacony and my brother is on you. We really need you."
Gallagher looked indignant: "Then let Sunday and Penacony perish together! I can't tolerate that kind of undignified thing happening again!"
"Robin, at this point, I won't hide it from you anymore. Do you know my true identity?"
Robin: "What true identity?"
Gallagher: "Actually... I'm a fictional character!"
Stelle and Sparkle on the side: ?
Brother, no need, right? Coming up and self-detonating, you don't want your life?!
"Many years ago, when your brother Sunday hadn't yet become the CEO of the Penacony Group, he reached a strategic plan with that guy Mikhail, namely the virtual idol development plan!"
"They used the power of fictional historians from the [Enigmata] faction to fabricate batch after batch of virtual idols, carrying out extensive online and offline development, building IPs, attracting traffic, mass-producing star characters, and I was the first in that batch of virtual idols!"
"Since this development plan was proposed by Sunday, Mikhail handed over my creation rights to Sunday. Under his conception, 'Gallagher', that is, me, was created."
"It can be said that I was created entirely out of Sunday's personal desires!"
"As a created being, I could only sign his unequal contract. Besides profit exploitation, there was a hidden clause—I need to hold a solo concert for him every month to satisfy his perverted inner thoughts!"
"So many years have passed, I've achieved success in my career and become a galaxy-renowned big star. Even if I only get one-tenth of the revenue from each performance, the money I've saved is enough to leave Penacony and live out my life in peace, but as you can see, Sunday won't let me leave!"
"I'm really going to break down, sisters!"
"..."
Sparkle just listened like this, and while listening, she saw pop-ups of [Elation Value +3] constantly flashing before her eyes. The Elation Value that she racked her brains to increase, Gallagher just needed a short little story to raise it above 80.
But this story is really awesome, really. Sparkle felt that all the fun she found in the original universe paled in comparison; it couldn't compare to this universe at all.
In this place, you can casually hear stories that exceed the imagination of the original universe.
In the past, she would think Gallagher was fabricating history, but now, she believed it deeply.
Robin forcefully patted Gallagher's shoulder and said: "Mr. Gallagher, I sympathize with your experience very much, so I promise you, as long as you're willing to help us with one thing, after it's done, I'll make brother cancel the contract between you and him, and return your freedom to you."
"I'm willing to sign a contract with you to prove my sincerity."
Seeing that Robin didn't seem to be joking, Gallagher then slightly calmed his mood and asked: "What exactly happened? Can you tell me first?"
(Robin explained the current situation to Gallagher).
"...You mean, to shake this dream that's almost become reality, I need to shake Sunday's state of mind, because I'm his first love?"
"That's right."
Gallagher decisively shook his head: "I absolutely don't want to. If you want to shake that guy, unless I become the 'obedient' version he wants, but if you make me say those disgusting lines, I can't do it, absolutely can't."
"I can tell you how to shake Sunday, but I absolutely won't put myself in danger."
Robin frowned slightly: "But now, only you are effective here. If it's someone else, brother won't care at all."
"Eh? It doesn't seem necessarily so?" Sparkle thoughtfully touched her chin, "If someone can turn into Gallagher's appearance, then wouldn't it be... possible?"