After causing such a huge mess, Aha very irresponsibly carried Little Ena off and ran away.
Meanwhile, in the "Dawn" layer of the dream, the "All-Quadrant Zero Event" under the gaze of the Observer's Eye was taking place.
Under Nero's gaze, the dream was rapidly rewinding. The energy spread out by Primordial Action quickly gathered back together.
The void in the sky where Little Ena had once stretched out his tail was filled in, the sword formation disappeared, divine light receded, the philosophical fetus returned to its swaddling clothes, 107,336 musical notes returned to Sunday's side, the train returned to the sky, the stars beyond the heavens turned back, and the music was about to cease.
After coming back to his senses, Sunday stood there in a daze. The figure of Divine Lord Sunday had already disappeared.
He looked up and met the gaze of that damaged divine body. The flame serving as its eye burned fiercely among the dark-purple stars.
In the next instant, Sunday noticed that the members of the Astral Express had disappeared without a trace at some point.
The platform beneath his feet and the golden Sweet Dream shattered with a crash, turning into the most primitive memoria and slowly flowing away.
The high platform of Order was rapidly collapsing. All his efforts were destroyed in an instant, his senses were gradually disappearing, and when he looked down, he found that even his own body was disintegrating along with it, returning to the most primitive memoria and drifting away with the current.
After the time it took to blink, all the memoria also disappeared. This place became a pure white space. Apart from Nero's damaged body still standing here and the gaze of the Observer's Eye above his head still spreading outward, there was nothing else.
This scene continued for another two seconds. Suddenly, a sword qi flew in from somewhere below and struck Nero's body.
Immediately afterward, a voice came from somewhere, sounding exactly like Nero, "What is all this supposed to be?"
"This is way too bad. How did it turn into one of those bad endings in a game where you end up being the only one left? Can't we restart?"
As the voice fell, Nero's damaged body trembled lightly twice, then disappeared like sand scattering in the wind. At the same moment, the whiteness here rapidly contracted, and the rewind began again.
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After the "Dawn" layer of the dream began rewinding, the Observer's Eye at the top of the universe gradually disappeared, and the dome of the world returned to the state it had been in before being shattered.
On the train, Nero and March finished watching Fuli's presentation of the dream.
March's brows were tightly furrowed. She frowned and thought hard for a long time before looking at Nero beside her with a questioning gaze.
"Nero, why do I feel like I've seen that scene somewhere before?"
"It's not 'like.' You really have seen it before, back in the dream layers." Nero said, "In that white desert, didn't we see a lot of illusions? That scene was one of them."
After saying that, Nero frowned slightly, his tone somewhat strange.
"But I didn't expect things to actually develop like this..."
March looked at Nero, who was making a very wise-looking face.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, how the disaster caused by me in that state was ultimately dealt with..." Nero tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Remember when we left the Sea of Sand, and I swung my sword the wrong way? I was worried that I might accidentally smash another dream, but I didn't expect it to land on me instead... Though this turned out pretty well too, right~"
March nodded thoughtfully.
"Now I understand. You killed yourself."
Nero nodded.
"That's right, I killed me~"
Little Fuli narrowed her eyes from the side. Looking at these two people who had inexplicably started doing a comedy routine, Fuli interrupted them.
"So, have you figured out how to deal with this?"
Fuli looked at Nero.
"If you want my help, that's fine too, but I think you'd rather have me keep an eye on Aha. He's already caused quite a bit of trouble."
"Ah, of course. Fuli, just keep an eye on Aha for me." Nero smiled. "As for Penacony's problem, I'll deal with it. Besides, hasn't Sister Mei and the others already given us a good solution?"
"So how do you plan to solve it? You should have seen that the moment a single-layer dream breaks apart, the power of the Pure Beauty will instantly reflect anyone who escapes into another layer of the dream."
"Hehe~ That's simple. Or rather, I've already smashed through a similar eggshell once! The troublesome part now is figuring out how to persuade Sister Mei to cooperate with us and let her know that we're interfering from reality."
Nero smiled confidently, then turned his head toward March.
"Hmm? Eh? Wh... why are you looking at me?" March belatedly came back to her senses. "Wait, Nero, you want me to do that?"
"Of course~ After all, I still have to deal with the thing Sunday became after ascending, so I can only leave persuading everyone to you."
Nero spread his hands and glanced out the train window at the philosophical fetus floating in the starry sky. "Or do you want to deal with this big guy instead? So, the job of entering the dream is still yours, March~ Sis~ter~"
After Nero finished speaking, March suddenly stood perfectly straight, held her head high and puffed out her chest, her spirit soaring and her gaze firm as though she were about to join a knight order.
Perhaps she had been tempted by Nero calling her "Big Sister" for the first time. March said firmly like a warrior, "I'll do it!"
But soon, March's spirit deflated again. She looked at Nero.
"But Nero, what am I supposed to do? If I have to enter that so-called Ena's Dream..."
March looked left and right, seemingly searching for a suitable place to lie down. In the end, the girl raised her hand and pointed at the door leading to the passenger cabin.
"Should I go back to my room and sleep right now?"
"How can we use that method? We only just managed to get out of the dream. If you fall asleep again, won't you just get trapped in Ena's Dream again?"
"Even if we want to make contact and communicate, it has to be under the condition that you can escape normally."
Nero hurriedly stopped March from going to sleep right then, then sighed.
"Using brute physical force would obviously be the simplest, but to avoid hurting everyone, we can only use some other methods. Anyway, I'll think of the solution. March, you just wait for the communication."
"Oh, I see..." March nodded, then bent down and leaned closer to Nero. "So... why aren't you calling me Big Sister this time, Nero? Say it again, okay?"
Nero's eyes moved as he looked toward another direction. Then, as though he had suddenly thought of a great idea, he clapped his hands.
"Hmm, this method will need to trouble Pom-Pom too. Let's go find Pom-Pom!"
Then, without caring whether March still wanted to say anything, Nero directly took March's hand and left the carriage, barging into the driver's cabin.