As the large screen lit up, Acheron's PV officially began playing!
Apart from the tense standoff in the Reverie Hotel, countless players online had also gathered to watch in real time.
The scene opened with a bustling street in Penacony.
Yet, at this moment, the street was completely empty—save for a lone woman holding an umbrella.
Droplets fell through the air.
Beneath the crimson paper umbrella, a pair of violet eyes slowly opened.
It was... Acheron, her expression utterly indifferent.
Then, from ahead—
A wild, unrestrained laugh suddenly echoed through the air.
"Heh heh heh heh..."
Following Acheron's gaze, the camera shifted to the other end of the street.
A man, gripping a sword, strode toward her with his head lowered.
As the distance closed—The man abruptly leaped into the air, his blade aimed straight at Acheron!
This instantly drew shocked reactions from many.
"How is it him?!"
"Blade?!"
"Why would a Stellaron Hunter go after Acheron?!"
"They're jumping straight into a fight?!"
"What a... healthy-sounding laugh!"
Yet Acheron remained unfazed.
She closed her umbrella, effortlessly dodging several strikes before sighing.
"Enough."
"...The evening rain must fall."
The screen froze briefly at this moment.
In the lower-left corner, the characters for "Acheron" appeared, written in bold, ink-splashed calligraphy.
Her epithet, stamped beside it, read: [The Galaxy Ranger].
"Huh?!"
"Why 'Galaxy Ranger'?"
"Is this Yu Ling's official confirmation?"
"Wait, when the umbrella was open, there were some hidden words that flashed by—something like 'Self-Something'..."
But what came next shocked everyone even more.
Acheron suddenly flung her umbrella forward, intercepting a barrage of bullets midair.
The force sent the umbrella spiraling upward.
Then—two more sets of footsteps echoed down the street.
"I can't quite understand you."
"How about speaking like a normal person?"
The moment these two figures appeared, the entire audience froze.
It was... Kafka and Silver Wolf!
Three of the Stellaron Hunters' top members had ambushed Acheron!
This scenario completely defied expectations!
Acheron's opponents could've been the Family, the IPC, even fellow Galaxy Rangers—
But instead!
In this PV, it was the Stellaron Hunters who took the initiative to surround her!
Those bold enough to participate in Acheron's subjugation were sharp-minded individuals.
Seeing this, countless theories instantly sprouted in their heads!
But as the battle erupted, they had no choice but to set aside their thoughts and focus on the fight.
Both Acheron and the Stellaron Hunters were critical subjects for combat assessment!
Surrounded by three elite hunters—Most people would either panic or brace for a desperate struggle.
Yet Acheron didn't even spare them a glance.
Instead, she faced a large screen on a nearby building, its fluorescent glow casting a serene halo around her silhouette.
The shot was breathtakingly elegant.
And what she said next elevated her presence to another level entirely.
"Come at me together," she stated flatly.
The moment the words left her lips— Kafka, Silver Wolf, and Blade attacked without hesitation.
Kafka's kick was dodged by a hair's breadth.
Silver Wolf and Blade's strikes were parried one after another.
All while Acheron's calm voice continued:
"This life is but morning dew—name and form, both shall fade."
"The River of Oblivion lies still, ferrying those who linger."
The screen froze briefly on her piercing gaze—
Then, in a seamless transition—
A close-up of a different pair of eyes!
A woman with a bare face was applying eyeshadow, carefully studying her reflection in a small mirror.
This makeup artist bore some resemblance to Acheron, yet wasn't quite the same.
The abrupt cut to this serene, mundane moment mid-battle left many bewildered.
"They can just... do that?"
Another seamless transition—this time to the woman applying lipstick.
The long brush.
The deep red backdrop.
Her loosely cascading hair.
Even though this was just a woman doing her makeup, the scene radiated an almost dangerous beauty.
"Huh?"
"Why does this feel like a cosmetics ad?"
"I thought Ruan Mei's PV was artsy, but this one just took it to a whole new level!"
"I get it—Yu Ling's using a unique narrative technique to show how effortlessly Acheron fights."
"She's even reciting poetry mid-combat!"
"Holy hell, is she really this strong?!"
Kafka, Silver Wolf, and Blade launched a coordinated assault from three directions!
Meanwhile—The woman in the makeup scene closed her compact.
BOOM!
The ground caved in.
Debris erupted like overripe fruit, shards of stone laced with arcs of lightning.
Acheron blocked all three attacks simultaneously—using nothing but her sheathed blade!
And even now—She still hadn't fully drawn her sword!
"I weep for the departed..."
As she spoke, Acheron's eyes darkened.
A flash of electricity sparked in her gaze.
With a single motion—She sent Kafka, Silver Wolf, and Blade all flying back!
Finally—Acheron's hand tightened around the hilt.
She was really about to draw her blade now.
Every spectator's heart leapt into their throats!
They were about to witness the sword in its full glory!
"Flow forth, the blade-light of bygone days."
"HUM—!!!"
But all anyone saw were afterimages—And the very air itself being sliced into geometric fragments.
By the time the camera refocused on Acheron—She had already sheathed her weapon.
Too fast!
The naked eye couldn't even track the slash!
Those with weaker nerves stood frozen, speechless.
The steel-willed could only mutter in awe:
"What the—one strike, three Stellaron Hunters down?!"
"Is this her ultimate move?!"
"How the hell are we supposed to fight this?!"
"I'm out—peace!"
Yet—The real show had only just begun.
As the screen shattered—It was as if some seal within Acheron had been severed as well.
The scene drowned in crimson.
Thick, scarlet mist surged forth, devouring everything.
Flashes of imagery—
A blood-red flower.
A sinister vertical pupil.
And more—blinked in and out of existence.
"Take these lost memories..."
"And stain them—"
"With your color."
The rain intensified.
A car sped past Acheron, its wind tousling her hair—
And shifting her gaze upward.
Her eyes locked onto a large screen on a building facade.
The advertisement playing there—
Featured the same woman from before, applying her makeup.
Meaning—
Those earlier cutaways weren't artistic liberties.
That makeup ad had actually been playing in the background.
Every motion of Acheron's fight—
Every split-second action—
Had perfectly synchronized with the ad's visuals.
This revelation elevated the battle to an entirely new realm of artistry.
Then—
The woman in the ad suddenly spoke, as if alive:
"Find me."
"Find me."
"The final you."
"And the original me."
The once-melodic background music swelled into a thunderous crescendo.
Raindrops struck Acheron's skin.
Something within her shifted.
She widened her stance—
Ripples exploded across the waterlogged ground.
Resolve hardened in her eyes.
Both hands gripped her longsword.
The hand on the hilt—now stained a deep red.
"All that once was..."
"Has returned to nothingness."
This time—
Her blade truly left its sheath.
Crimson petals spiraled through the air.
Every onlooker—
Held their breath.
As the screen showed Acheron fully unsheathing that scarlet sword—
Its glow seeped into the surroundings.
Even the viewers in the real world felt its hue creeping toward them.
"She's drawing it—she's really drawing it—!!"
"Holy shit, I feel like she's about to slash through the screen and cut us down!"
"It's just a PV—why am I sweating this hard?!"
"I'm literally shaking!"
"What's she doing?!"
"The Stellaron Hunters are already down—why is she still going?!"
To be continued…