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Five minutes later.
The virtual keyboard in front of Sol was the first to disappear.
Next, the excess Memoria began to withdraw.
Finally, the very last floor tile finished forming.
At last, the entire Golden Hour stood reborn, looking exactly the same as before.
"Tsk tsk tsk, a huge success! It looks exactly like the original!"
Silver Wolf squatted down and tapped the ground, unable to hold back her praise.
To think aether editing could really repair a project of this scale—it gave her a glimpse of an entirely new direction.
If she ever ran short on money, she might even take on some infrastructure jobs.
Well… if she were short on money, she could always just take it from the IPC. What she really wanted was to recreate a miracle like this.
"Ms. Black Swan, do you see anywhere that still needs correction?"
Sol turned his head and asked Black Swan.
"There are still some details that need adjustment."
Black Swan guided the Memoria, creating several moving abstract billboards, then refining the bread inside the bakery, polishing the finer details.
As she worked, she smiled gently and said, "Memokeepers are more sensitive to Memoria. We can restore details more precisely—taste, texture, and performative effects."
"For example, the Oak Cake Roll doesn't quite match the authentic flavor you recreated. And those billboards should be a bit more lively."
She pointed toward the hopping canned herring advertisement and the various breads inside the bakery.
"That makes sense."
Sol nodded in realization. "Thank you for your help."
All the food in this dreamscape had actually been reconstructed using recipes he stitched together from Little Master Chef and Food Wars.
Aside from the appearance, the taste was completely different.
With Black Swan's assistance, this place was now truly restored to how it used to be.
He felt genuinely happy for the tourists—they could finally taste the authentic oak roll cake again.
"Eugh—"
Silver Wolf shuddered, recalling her own painful experience of forcing herself to eat an Oak Cake Roll.
"So that means the Golden Hour can reopen now, right?"
Excitement sparkled in Sparkle's crimson eyes. "To make up for the incident, Lady Sparkle wants to give all those guests a huge surprise!"
"You don't."
Sol mercilessly pressed Sparkle down. "Your surprises are too heavy-handed. I'll give them something people can actually accept."
"..."
Sparkle pouted. The Sparkle Doll Deployment Plan died before it ever began.
"So, what are you planning to give them?"
Silver Wolf looked at Sol with curiosity. "One million credits each? An armor commemorative figurine? Or something else?"
"No matter what it is, it feels hard to repair the Golden Hour's reputation."
The Golden Hour had been closed for two full days, and The Family had kept their explanations vague. Rumors were already spreading among the tourists.
It wasn't really The Family's fault—after all, they couldn't even enter the place themselves, so it was hard to say anything concrete.
"What's so hard about that?"
Sol spoke casually. "The Charmony Festival is approaching, and a massive number of tourists are pouring in. Due to a certain visitor carrying dangerous high-energy items, the Golden Hour initiated an emergency safety shutdown."
Yes—he was talking about Aventurine. Once caught, he might as well be used as the scapegoat. Sunday would hardly mind.
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