—[The Tartaro Daily reminds you: Due to a Memoria fluctuation last night, some bizarre phenomena may appear across the planet. Please remain calm.]
—[The Tartaro Security Division reminds you: The recent Memoria disturbance may cause special Memoria beings to wander the planet. If sighted, please contact Security Division immediately.]
A night passed, and when the whole planet awakened, it was as if they'd experienced a massive catastrophe.
All sorts of media outlets rushed to send out notices, reminding everyone not to panic at the sudden appearance of unusual phenomena.
After all, last night, a literal rain of people had fallen from the sky—numbering in the hundreds of thousands.
The sudden arrival of so many deceased individuals onto this planet inevitably caused a bit of panic.
But Sora quickly realized he'd miscalculated—this planet's coping mechanism was so powerful it was almost absurd.
After only a brief bout of chaos, the entire planet returned swiftly to normalcy.
Even those deceased people quickly settled into an incredibly calm state.
Although some emotional fluctuations occurred at first, by the end, they'd all peacefully accepted their own deaths.
"To think we can still see this world after dying... it's pretty incredible."
"No need to eat, no need to drink—this existence is practically like being a ghost."
Their faces bore no trace of last night's painful screaming. Instead, they seemed oddly relieved.
Seeing these Memoria-created individuals, Sora didn't know whether he should feel relieved for them—or just amazed at their resilience.
Coming back to life after death—if word got out, it would be an earth-shattering event.
Yet these people had accepted it so easily. Clearly, the people of this planet were beyond calm—they'd reached a different level altogether.
Of course, perhaps this place had simply soothed their turbulent emotions, or perhaps it was due to another power within their bodies.
That power was the power of Propagation.
This power had divided into hundreds of thousands of fragments, residing weakly yet undeniably within their bodies.
And these Memoria-formed people continued to be influenced by it.
Thinking of this, Sora felt deeply helpless.
After their conversation last night, Titania had vanished without a trace.
He'd originally wanted to trash-talk her a bit more—but who'd have thought she'd run away after a single strike.
But it doesn't matter! Did she really think collaborating with me once in a new place would just erase all her previous sins?
[Planetary Library connecting... Connection progress: 98%...]
Sora couldn't help but chuckle aloud. "I've already grasped the future in my hands!"
As long as you're still on this planet, your location can't stay hidden forever.
This time, I'll crush you completely!
While Sora was still lost in his own mental world, the [Planetary Library's] connection progress reached one hundred percent.
The familiar sensation instantly invaded his consciousness, making him feel as if his mind had plunged down from the sky.
When he opened his eyes again, he stood among endless, boundless bookshelves.
Moreover, this place's parameters vastly exceeded the storage site he'd seen previously—by who knows how many times.
Wait.
Actually, I think I've only seen it once before...
Sora searched his memories and suddenly realized he had indeed rarely used the [Planetary Library].
And each time, he inexplicably connected to something extremely strange.
The first time, he'd faced Serus directly; the second time, using the Library had drawn Titania's attention...
But this time, it finally seemed normal!
"Kekeke... It's time to let you taste the true power of the Box!"
Within this space, Sora immediately began using the [Planetary Library] to search for Titania's exact location.
...
Jobs awoke from unconsciousness, the sharp pain from his body immediately causing him to grimace.
He glanced around and realized he was now lying in a hospital bed on Tartaro.
Memories of the scenes before losing consciousness flooded back. Jobs, always supremely confident, known as "Jobs, who always wins," fell into silence.
What exactly happened afterward, he had no idea. Whether his wish was finally fulfilled, he also didn't know.
The only thing Jobs was certain of was that his plan had utterly and completely failed.
The man once known for always winning had suffered an unimaginable defeat this time.
"What meaning does my life even have now?" Jobs weakly collapsed onto the bed.
Even the physical pain did nothing to help him feel any sense of living.
Anyone familiar with Jobs seeing him now would hardly recognize him.
He merely lay silently on the bed without a single word, wasting several hours in complete silence—no expression, no words—just lying there.
After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock at the door.
Jobs didn't answer, still blankly staring at the ceiling.
"And here I thought there'd been a mistake from the nursing staff. Turns out, it's just you not responding, Jobs-san."
Sora directly opened the door and walked inside. Only then did Jobs's eyes show any trace of reaction.
He still remembered clearly—this was the man to whom he'd entrusted his wish before losing consciousness.
"Mr. Sora!" Jobs finally moved, discovering his throat felt unbearably dry.
Noticing this, Sora handed him a cup of water.
Yet even so, Jobs drank so hurriedly he immediately choked, coughing uncontrollably right there.
Such a disgraceful sight—this sort of behavior had never happened to him before.
He'd always strictly disciplined himself, yet all those disciplined habits seemed completely meaningless now.
Right now, he only cared about one thing.
"Mr. Sora, the ending... How did it end?"
Recovering slightly, Jobs immediately grasped Sora's hand.
He desperately wanted good news. He wanted to hear that his family no longer had to endure pain.
"The ending, huh..." Sora turned his gaze toward the door.
Jobs followed his gaze and immediately froze in place.
Standing at the doorway, between Robin and Hotaru, was a timid-looking blonde girl.
She was at the height of her youthful radiance—yet she'd also been forever frozen in this very moment.
"Fe...Fenille?" Jobs's voice trembled uncontrollably.
Many scenes flashed through his mind—
Their first touch upon meeting, smiles of his family, expectations for their future…and finally, that distorted flower of steel.
All of it was triggered by the girl standing right before his eyes.
"Is this a dream…?" Jobs stumbled from the bed toward the door.
His hand reached tremblingly toward the girl, only to pass straight through her body...
Ah, of course—it really was a dream. The light that had just rekindled in his eyes dimmed once again.
But at this very moment, Fenille finally spoke:
"Dad, it's me."
Such simple words—and yet they were more than enough to restore the brilliance someone had long lost.
Jobs suddenly lifted his head, staring directly at his daughter.
"Is it really you… Fenille?!"
"It's me. I'm sorry for making you worry for so long."
Jobs's expression at this moment could only be described as utterly transformative.
From despair and numbness to shocked disbelief, and finally, tears welling uncontrollably in his eyes...
"As long as you're alright, as long as you're..." Halfway through, he recalled his daughter's reality.
She had died—how could she ever truly be alright again?
"I—I…" He didn't know how to express the tidal wave of emotions inside him.
A man once silver-tongued, who could effortlessly convince the most powerful figures across the galaxy to sign contracts, now stammered incoherently.
"Alright, Jobs-san, please calm yourself a bit."
Sora patted Jobs gently on the shoulder, guiding him back down onto the hospital bed.
Yet even so, Jobs still occasionally glanced anxiously toward Fenille, as if terrified she might vanish at any moment.
After a long period of calming down, Jobs finally steadied himself.
He then turned sincerely to Sora, gratitude spilling from him: "Mr. Sora, thank you. If it weren't for you, I don't know how I'd ever face this world again."
These words were genuine. Just moments ago, he'd contemplated death itself.
Before, a single obsession had driven him onward. When that obsession shattered, he had lost all desire to continue living.
But now, with Fenille's revival, he'd regained the will to live once again.
"I don't know how to repay your kindness. Whatever you want, I can give it to you."
"Whether it's credits or company shares—if you want them, they're yours!"
"Calm down, calm down, Jobs-san!" Sora interrupted, once again pressing down on Jobs's excited outburst. "I came here because there's something I need you to help me with."
"Anything! Whatever it is, if it's within my power, consider it done!"
"I need to reach this planet's Core, so I require a spaceship that can sail through dense Memoria. I need you to get one for me."
Sora had already found Titania's exact location. Now the only obstacle in his path was the dense Memoria barring his way.
Therefore, he needed Jobs's help to obtain such a specialized ship.
Jobs, momentarily startled, quickly nodded in agreement.
"No problem at all. If you want, I can have it delivered to you this very afternoon."
That quickly?!
Sora felt a surge of shock at the speed Jobs had promised.
"There's a warehouse specifically for storing spaceships near this planet. With my clearance, I can have one transferred immediately. Please feel free to use it!"
Jobs's words reminded Sora exactly who he was dealing with.
An IPC director with genuine authority. For someone like Jobs, arranging a spaceship was as simple as breathing.
Is this the power of connections? Sora thought, silently clicking his tongue in amazement.
"Anything else you need from me?" Jobs asked eagerly.
"No—no, that's all. You two should catch up."
Sora gave the room back to the reunited father and daughter. But before he left, he issued Jobs one final warning:
"From now on, don't carelessly use the technology to transfer consciousness via Memoria. Otherwise, if your daughter ends up with some strange mutation upon revival, there's nothing I can do about it."
Propagation's power was hidden in their current bodies. Interacting directly with physical flesh again might lead to some truly bizarre changes.
With those words, Sora departed, leaving the room entirely to father and daughter.
Though he couldn't truly resurrect his daughter, Jobs's excitement and joy remained overwhelming.
This was what he'd dreamed of, what he'd yearned for beyond anything else.
Father and daughter spoke for a very long time. Jobs continuously poured out the emotions held deeply within his heart.
Finally, exhausted from the intense emotional exchange, he fell into a peaceful sleep under his daughter's gentle gaze.
Fenille stood guard quietly by his bedside.
Until suddenly, a voice drifted into her ear.
The call was vague as the wind, yet incredibly clear:
"How does it feel to be alive again?"
Titania, through the tactile sense of Memoria, had discovered what this girl had experienced.
She felt somewhat curious about the girl's feelings on revival.
Fenille, after initial surprise, quickly steadied her emotions.
"Honestly, it doesn't really matter to me."
"The moment I decided to face Spider directly, I was already prepared to die."
"If I hadn't gone, I'd have died on that planet anyway. By going, at least fewer people had to die."
Fenille spoke calmly. "Since death was inevitable either way, why not choose a more heroic way to go?"
Her intelligence was inherited from her parents. The moment Spider appeared, she fully understood the fate awaiting that planet.
The planet's magnetic fields disrupted completely, the earth splitting open, mountains and oceans reversed—all life on the planet doomed to perish.
Spider had done this to mock the IPC openly.
Thus, the very second she'd drawn this conclusion, she boarded the spaceship and departed.
"If I could delay Spider, even for just a bit, someone else might survive. That's what I was thinking at the time." Fenille smiled softly. "It's just unfortunate my luck ran out at the end, and I got captured."
Titania fell silent. Through Memoria, she could clearly feel the sincerity of Fenille's thoughts.
This left Titania confused, deeply puzzled:
"Are you an idiot?"
"Maybe," Fenille admitted. "It really hurt back then—but at least now, this body doesn't feel pain."
Fenille turned toward the empty air around her, smiling warmly. "Thank you. If not for you, I might never have had the chance to speak to my father again."
"My wish has been fulfilled. Even if I vanish now, I won't have any regrets."
"Is that so?" Titania found herself unable to fully grasp such complex feelings.
Yet even so, she respected the girl standing before her.
Titania's silence made Fenille assume she had already left.
Thus, Fenille began casually browsing information across the Galaxy Network.
Titania had intended to leave, yet something suddenly caught her attention—a familiar image.
It was a scene unfolding on Zieltworth.
"What's that?"
"Oh, you're still here?" Fenille was somewhat startled.
"What is this thing?"
"The Galaxy Network! Want to give it a try? Should I register an account for you?"
After a brief hesitation, Titania replied, "Sure."
The scene she'd glimpsed just now was unmistakably something from Zieltworth. What exactly was going on?
Guided patiently by Fenille, Titania began to follow each step carefully.
Very quickly, she found the image she'd seen earlier and clicked on it.
...
"This is bad, Captain! Something serious happened!" Asatsuba hurriedly rushed up to Shunji.
"What's wrong? Why so flustered?" Shunji asked calmly, currently busy sorting equipment.
"We got negative comments!" Asatsuba held up her phone to show her captain.
It was a video Hotaru had exported from her memories and uploaded online.
Shunji quickly locked her gaze onto the most jarring comment.
The user ID was a suspicious name: [Big Idiot Showing Off] had left a comment saying:
—[Don't believe this video, everyone! I know what actually happened! That guy may look strong, but in reality, he got absolutely stomped three times! Three whole times!]
Shunji's previously indifferent expression immediately turned serious. She stared gravely at Asatsuba and said:
"This isn't just a negative comment."
"This is a hater!"
Thus, Sora's very first anti-fan had appeared!