At this point, Phantom's face showed a hint of regret, and he couldn't help but shake his head gently, letting out a long sigh: "Tsk tsk, a lifelong regret."
Upon hearing this, Aventurine could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and roared furiously: "Enough is enough... Do you have nothing else to talk about?"
However, facing Aventurine's questioning and roaring, Phantom appeared exceptionally calm and composed, with the corners of his mouth even slightly upturned, revealing a subtle smile.
Then, Phantom slowly said: "This is the second time you've interrupted me. You're very easy to understand."
"I can finally understand what you're thinking... Hm, how insane."
Finally, Phantom took a deep breath, looked firmly into the distance, and slowly spoke in an almost indifferent tone: "'Finally, I will overturn this beautiful dream and create the grandest death.' This is indeed your proposition, consistent throughout, never changing."
"From that Stellaron, to Robin's loss of voice, the two murders, the negotiations with Sunday, and then The Masked Fools' hint, only these two unchanging words pique your interest. And now, you truly hold it in your hand... But whose death is it, after all?"
Phantom said, implying something.
[Kafka: Phantom said before that he only ever attempts death on himself.]
[Sunday: Using his own death as a bargaining chip, huh, he truly is a madman.]
[March 7th: It's so complicated. Is this guy planning all this just to die?]
Aventurine responded: "We'll know when the dice settle."
Phantom's lips curled into a faint smile: "Alright, then save me a seat in the audience; I want to see how capable you are. However, I'm still very curious..."
"...If everything started over... would you still want to be the child blessed by the Mother God?"
After leaving a meaningful remark, he disappeared again.
Only a constantly repeating voice echoed in his ears:
Loser...
Loser loser loser loser loser loser loser loser loser loser loser loser loser...
After the voice repeated dozens of times, everything fell silent, leaving only Aventurine's breathing, quiet enough to hear his heartbeat.
It's so quiet this time. Has he finally disappeared... or am I about to disappear?
Just as Aventurine was about to step forward, his eyes suddenly lit up. He saw the exit from this endless maze! An indescribable joy surged in his heart, and his exhausted body seemed to be infused with new strength.
Just then, a small figure not far away turned around. It was a young, adorable child, with eyes as clear as water, looking at Aventurine with a hint of curiosity and anticipation.
"Sir, is that you?" the child asked softly, "I think I heard the unique sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground."
Aventurine was slightly startled, and the child said with a smile: "Ah, it really is you. I don't know why, sir, but you always give me a special feeling... It makes me very curious and eager to try."
"It's a pity we couldn't get to know each other more. It's time for us to say goodbye. Did you have fun?"
Aventurine was silent for a moment, then looked at the child in front of him with a slightly complex gaze. After a long while, he slowly asked: "Are you... going back?"
The other party seemed not to notice the change in Aventurine's emotions, merely nodding gently and softly saying: "Yes, I should go home. The sky is getting dark, and it's going to rain. I can't let everyone worry."
Hearing this, Aventurine couldn't help but press: "Where is your home...?"
The child smiled slightly, revealing two cute dimples, then raised a hand and pointed towards the distant studio, his eyes revealing an endless fondness and longing, and softly replied: "What a strange question. Home is where Daddy, Mommy, and Big Sister are..."
The child's gaze turned to the distant studio: "Right here in this dream."
After speaking, the child's gaze once again turned to that studio, as if there was something there that made him endlessly concerned.
At this moment, Aventurine felt as if he had been struck by a heavy object, his body trembling violently. He widened his eyes, looking at the innocent child in front of him in disbelief, an unspeakable excitement surging in his heart.
Accompanied by heavy breathing, Aventurine finally realized who the child standing before him truly was.
"This amusement park, this beautiful dream, it's truly peaceful. Everyone loves it," the child said innocently: "But sir, why don't you like it?"
[Welt: harmony is guiding him to stay in the dream.]
[Kafka: Only oneself truly understands one's own weaknesses.]
[Silver Wolf: I'd say harmony is too terrifying. Who could resist such temptation?]
Aventurine said sadly, "Because they're not here..."
His eyes were filled with endless sorrow and loss.
"Then where are they?" Along with this question, that Phantom appeared before him once again.
Aventurine's voice began to tremble slightly, as if he was trying to suppress the grief in his heart: "I don't know."
However, Phantom gave Aventurine no chance to breathe, it firmly and decisively retorted: "You clearly know, it's just that the answer is meaningless."
"Admit it, you're tired." Phantom paused.
"We're all tired, so we plan to stay here, I... and him," Phantom said softly, as if a voice from another world, carrying a hint of etherealness and mystery.
Its gaze was deep and hazy, seemingly piercing through the barrier of time, looking directly into the depths of Aventurine's soul: "Your past, and your future."
Aventurine frowned, asking in confusion. A nameless fear surged in his heart, as if an invisible pair of hands was tightly gripping his throat. "How long is 'staying here'?"
"Forever," Phantom replied: "We will stay with you, forever in this dream."
Phantom sighed slightly, his tone revealing endless sorrow: "...This is the greatest respect we offer to those who have decided to face death."
"Taking a radical approach, that's an extremely absurd method, but it's not uncommon for you. Because 'your own life' has always been the first chip you throw out, always."
"You don't care who the real culprit is, and you're not interested in the so-called inheritance. You just want to be a fair company employee, suffering everywhere on the Family's territory, being put in scorching shackles, pushed to the center stage..."
"And then, become the third sacrifice of this grand event."
Aventurine murmured, "I can do it, and flawlessly."