For Sunday, pain was not something unbearable. As a believer of Order lurking within Harmony, he had even received training to withstand torture and interrogation. He was confident that even the most vicious methods from the Corporation could not shake his spirit in the slightest.
But today, he discovered that his past confidence was utterly foolish.
Sunday felt everything before his eyes blur, all sights seeming to compress and then suddenly stretch—he knew what this was. His spirit had suffered an overwhelming impact in that instant, even causing his state of consciousness to become unstable.
Although such an awareness flickered vaguely in Sunday's mind, he couldn't recall what he should do next. Not only that, he even began to lose control over his limbs, how to keep his heart beating, everything became chaotic.
The impact of that instant was too immense.
Just a slight mental resonance, and a pain as deep as the abyss and vast as the sea surged into his consciousness along with the harmony's resonance—Sunday could hardly even describe the feeling.
It felt like every inch of his flesh was pierced with fiberglass, like every cell had gained the sensation of pain yet was immersed in strong acid, more like being covered by ice and snow that could penetrate bone seams and internal organs…
Just a moment's contact, and Sunday lost the ability to continue activating the attunement. He was even somewhat glad his ability was insufficient, otherwise, that terrifying pain would probably have completely crushed his consciousness.
Why did this happen? She clearly looked like a girl standing there silently, looking dejected… Sunday knew the other party was an Emanator.
He was prepared for the possibility that her spirit might be incredibly strong, even attacking him in return, but he never expected the current situation.
The other party didn't use any mental techniques, and he did indeed successfully contact Twilight's spirit—therefore, there was only one answer: Twilight was indeed currently enduring this suffocating pain!
I see… Sunday completely understood. He knew why the girl before him just stood there silently without making a sound!
It was because she was in too much pain, so much pain that she didn't even have the spare energy to react to the outside world… What a joke, had she been enduring this level of torment all along?
Vaguely, Sunday seemed to see Twilight's figure move, even turn and approach him, raising her hand while saying something.
She can still move and speak under this kind of pain…? Sunday didn't even know if he should marvel at Twilight's endurance.
But was she worried about his condition, wanting to come over and help him?
Twilight couldn't guess what Sunday was thinking because his face was currently blank, looking no different from an idiot. It even made her slightly worried if the power of her illness was too strong, potentially turning Sunday bro into a vegetable.
And if she knew what Sunday was thinking, she could probably only sigh—Brother, you're overthinking it.
This act of sneakily approaching her and messing with her spirit without a word could make him the male lead in an R-18 visual novel world. And he expected her to help him in return?
She, little Twilight, was neither a brainless, big-breasted holy mother protagonist nor a foolish, easily-won-over protagonist from an R-18 game—both types of characters would only raise players' blood pressure in a normal game, so Twilight wouldn't do such a thing, absolutely not!
Not stopping Sunday from coming over earlier was just to use him a bit.
And now that Sunday bro had fulfilled his function as foreshadowing for her illness, then… Twilight raised her head expressionlessly, her gaze as cold as if looking at a dead person.
She slowly raised her hand, clenched her fist, and walked towards Sunday, who hadn't recovered at all: "...Bad."
Attacking a frail maiden with mental abilities, such behavior must be brought to justice!
She actually wanted to shout, "YOU ARE COURTING DEATH!", but unfortunately, the style didn't quite fit…
However, Twilight naturally couldn't actually punch Sunday bro to death. He still needed to continue being a tool later. Twilight looked at the avatar rapidly approaching on the map and finally threw her punch, timing it perfectly.
A straightforward, serious punch. If an ordinary person were hit by this, being left with even a molecule would be considered lucky. The only drawback was that the speed was a bit slow—slow enough that just before the chicken wing boy's head disappeared from his neck, a voice rang out.
"Twilight, stop!!!"
The moment Welt's voice echoed in the alley, Twilight's fist stopped precisely beside Sunday's face. Just a fraction further, and a sensational major incident would have occurred in Penacony.
Welt, who rushed in hastily, saw Sunday, who had just cheated death, and finally breathed a sigh of relief—thankfully he was never late, otherwise, if he were like a certain man, he would look pathetic…
Confirming that Sunday hadn't died violently, only suffered some mental shock, Welt looked helplessly at Twilight: "Little Twilight, what happened? Why did you attack this person?"
"Bad person…"
Bad person? Welt found it strange. He didn't think Twilight would speak ill of someone without reason, but Sunday before him was the actual manager of Penacony, the rising star of the Family. Even if the Family's conspiracy really intended to act against Twilight, there was absolutely no need for him to personally attack her, right?
"He's the hotel management. There must have been some misunderstanding…"
"Oh…"
Seeing that Twilight didn't seem inclined to talk much, Welt, though puzzled, didn't insist. Instead, he first tried to wake up Sunday beside him. After all, letting the face of the Family in Penacony continue standing there like an idiot was somewhat unsightly.
…
"Hehe, just a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding… I saw Miss Twilight spacing out here earlier and thought she might have been affected by the Memoria, so I wanted to help her attune and adapt to the environment, but unexpectedly suffered a backlash instead…"
Some time later, Sunday, having barely regained consciousness, finally returned to his usual refined image and explained what had happened to Welt—of course, his specific purpose was naturally not revealed.
"Mr. Sunday, I sincerely apologize. Twilight is still young, please forgive any rudeness…"
"Not at all, it was my lack of skill that caused you both worry."
Sunday, previously stunned by the pain, didn't know Welt was apologizing for Twilight almost punching him to death just now, and thought he was talking about his mental trauma caused by Twilight.
Now, in Sunday's eyes, Twilight was practically a tremendously good child.
Someone tormented by pain, yet still wanting to help others when seeing them suffer…
Indeed a good child… But this world has always been so cruel. There are kind people who help others, yet cannot protect their weak selves.
Even if this child before him had the power of an Emanator, so what? Wasn't she still tormented by endless pain… This child, though strong, was weak.
A weak person who needed the strong to protect.
Wasn't the reason he yearned for the Dream of Ena precisely to protect children like this?
Thinking of this, Sunday took a deep look at Twilight.
[Detected an increase in target Sunday's favorability, current favorability: 6]
[Current target charging efficiency: 480%]
Wait bro, almost getting punched to death still increases favorability… Turns out you're an M?!