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"You're actually that responsible?"
Silver Wolf looked at Sol in surprise, as if she were seeing him anew.
Given Sol's absurdly high affinity with the Path of Elation, she had assumed he would just dump that mess on the Family and be done with it.
"She's looking down on you! She's insulting your character!"
Sparkle fanned the flames from the side, ingratiating herself as she said, "Teach her a lesson—show her how powerful you are!"
"Mm!"
Silver Wolf hurriedly covered her mouth, afraid she might provoke Sol.
She had almost forgotten—there was a full-blown fun-seeker standing beside him right now.
She absolutely could not afford to get tied up and sent to the bed.
"So, are you going or not?"
Sol tapped Silver Wolf lightly and asked bluntly.
"I'm going, of course I'm going!"
Silver Wolf nodded, then hesitated slightly. "It's just… my aether editing isn't that of a professional dream architect. Can I really help you fully restore it?"
She still remembered how tragic that dreamscape had looked. Other areas were fine, with no major damage.
But the most prosperous commercial street—after the battle between two giants—had been reduced to just a few foundations left standing.
"You're only assisting. I'll be the one doing most of the work. With some data I've collected, it shouldn't be a problem."
Sol waved his hand, speaking calmly.
If his aether editing—recently learned from Silver Wolf—weren't still imperfect, he wouldn't have needed her help at all.
"Alright."
Silver Wolf agreed verbally, but snorted unhappily inside.
Her, the great Silver Wolf, reduced to support duty—way too disrespectful.
...
The Golden Hour.
The once-crowded, bustling streets were now devoid of people. Only the lights and amusement facilities fixed in place continued to operate.
Cheerful dream-entry music echoed through the space, yet against the overwhelming silence, it felt eerily unsettling.
"Da-da di-di da-da!"
Sparkle spun and leapt across the empty street, her crimson eyes shining with intoxicated delight. She seemed to love this starkly contrasting artistic atmosphere. "This is my masterpiece!"
This was her battlefield of defeat.
As the saying goes—where you fall, you rest there for a bit.
Sparkle stuck out her pink tongue and licked the corner of her lips. "Dear, are you interested in playing around here a little?"
She had always loved little role-playing games.
Just standing here, she could already imagine Sol—so confident of victory—watching her clownish antics back then, feeling indescribable delight inside.
Just thinking about it made her realize how ridiculous she had been, and how secretly satisfied Sol must have felt.
Since the ending of defeat was already set in stone, was it possible to swap roles during the act and let her enjoy herself a bit?
Magnificent Lady Sparkle, effortlessly dominating the utterly helpless, humble little Sol—granting him forty-eight hours of hell!
"Ew~ that's so perverted."
Silver Wolf shuddered, staring at Sparkle like she'd seen a ghost. "Did you… switch personalities?"
Just how much had this Masked Fool changed in two days?
How did she end up like this?
"Switch personalities?"
"Sparkle is Sparkle—she's never changed!"
Sparkle snorted proudly and circled around Sol, begging for a role-reversal scenario.
A mere extreme forty-eight hours—Lady Sparkle had done more than just groan a little, without furrowing her brow even once.
"Be good. Bring it up again in a couple of days."
Sol patted Sparkle's cheek and smiled. "I need to accumulate some desire over the next two days."
If Sparkle didn't prank him, having such a lively trickster around was actually quite enjoyable.
Even if she did prank him, the ending would only be more enjoyable.
"Mhm."
Sparkle nodded obediently and licked her lips again.
"You two are really something else."
Silver Wolf complained weakly as she watched the two colluding together.
Aren't these two getting along way too fast? They're practically made for each other!
Sol remained calm and composed, speaking seriously without blushing. "Let's leave the jokes for after we finish the real work."
He looked at Silver Wolf and summoned a massive stream of data from the void. "These are large amounts of intel on [The Golden Hour] collected by my [Stellar-Grade Cognitive Computer], drawn from the memory bubbles of travelers who left behind precious memories here."
Memory bubbles could be understood as a form of virtual-reality film.
Sight, touch, sound, taste—completely identical to what was experienced, containing vast amounts of information.
A large number of [The Golden Hour]-related memory bubbles could serve as blueprints for the restoration work.
"A stellar-class supercomputer? You have something like that?!"
Silver Wolf paid no attention to the restoration method at all—her focus was instantly seized by that treasure. "Did you inherit something from the Mechanical Emperor Rubert? Do you have a part of the Scepter?"
Emperor Rubert—the unparalleled genius who twice unleashed galaxy-wide mechanical catastrophes.
His most terrifying creation was the Scepter System, stretching across billions of light-years, composed of countless inorganic neuron clusters.
Even a tiny speck of the Scepter System could annihilate an entire star system within a microsecond.
A stellar-class supercomputer —how insane was that?!
"No. It's just a computer the size of a star, not a [Celestial-Level Computational Interference Device]."
Sol shook his head slightly and said casually, "It only has extraordinary computing power. To interfere with reality, additional plugins would be required."
At present, he had no intention of creating such plugins. He himself was the most useful plugin—versatile, with every ability holding deep potential for further development.
With the computing power of a stellar-class supercomputer, he could fully maximize his entire set of abilities.
"That's still impressive."
Silver Wolf said sourly.
If she had a stellar-class supercomputer backing her, her aether editing would be unstoppable.
Wait.
She suddenly reacted and demanded, "Did you use that treasure to keep beating me all the time?"
"Tch."
Sol snorted disdainfully.
What kind of level was that, to require him to cheat off the field?
"..."
Silver Wolf understood.
She wasn't worthy.
"Hehe."
Sparkle clasped her hands behind her back and chuckled softly beside Silver Wolf.
"What are you laughing at?"
Silver Wolf asked unhappily.
"My husband is giving birth."
Sparkle said with a straight face.
"..."
Silver Wolf felt a sharp ache in her teeth. These two really deserved to be tied together forever.
"Silver Wolf, watch the data closely and correct whatever errors you can."
Sol patted Silver Wolf's shoulder and reminded her. "This data is being used to compute the aether-editing program afterward. Neither the computer nor I are experts in aether editing—there may be logical errors."
Given the immense computing power of a stellar-class celestial computer, errors at this scale could only be logical, not detail-related.
It was merely a corner of a small dreamscape—enough to hold a million people at most.
"Roger."
Silver Wolf stared intently at the data stream and got to work seriously.
At the same time, she kept an eye on Sol out of the corner of her eye.
Trying to figure out where he'd hidden that big treasure.
A whole star—where could he possibly stash it?
In his underwear?
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