Penacony.

Family stronghold.

In front of the TV wall.

Sunday sat upright in his exclusive seat.

However, he paid no attention to the content on the television.

Instead, he was focused on sending his messages.

[Don't worry, little sister, of course I'll participate in the promotion of your new album.]

[I'll record a video and send it to you.]

In the center of the monitoring area.

There was a countdown.

The red numbers were ticking away second by second.

This was the countdown to initiate Ena's Dream, as Sunday had previously mentioned.

After sending the message.

Sunday glanced at a photo on his phone.

It was a childhood photo of him and his sister.

A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

He put down his phone.

Pressed a button by his side.

Soon.

A subordinate respectfully approached him.

"Master, what are your orders?"

Sunday had already returned to his expressionless, icy demeanor.

He asked in a deep voice, "What is the percentage of people staying in Penacony since I sent out the message?" Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novｅlfire.net

The subordinate quickly pulled up a string of data.

"Previously it was 52%, now it's %."

Sunday's gaze sharpened: "It increased by that much?"

"This means that after the message was sent, the number of people heading to Penacony far exceeded those leaving."

The subordinate's expression turned excited.

He said, "More than that!"

"Our Penacony has exploded in popularity!"

"The docking station is already packed to the brim!"

Sunday walked over to the television wall.

Turned on the corresponding monitor.

Zoomed in on the image.

The once spacious square was now teeming with people.

He zoomed in again!

The voices from the scene came through as well.

"When will the Family open its doors?"

"I've been waiting so long, the flowers have wilted!"

"Can we really find true happiness in the Dreamscape, just as Sunday said?"

"I heard this Dreamscape is a fully immersive experience—it'll show you the scene you most want to see!"

"Hehe! Just thinking about it gets me excited!"

"Hey, aren't you guys afraid the Family might trick us?"

"Afraid of what? Either we lose nothing or we take it all!"

"Stop pushing! I said stop pushing, damn it!"

"I can't wait any longer! Open the doors now!"

At the very least, people were arriving in pairs.

More often, they were gathered in large groups, forming massive crowds.

At first glance, it looked like the Cosmic Locust Plague had returned!

Sunday let out a soft sigh.

This situation was even beyond his expectations!

Sunday had considered that his honesty might be questioned, that he might be labeled with all sorts of conspiracy theories.

But as it turned out.

This time, he had undoubtedly made the right decision!

His conviction grew even stronger.

He must ensure that everyone could enter this fair and beautiful paradise!

"Proceed with the necessary verification procedures and invite them into the Dreamscape in an orderly manner."

A subordinate hesitated. "Family Head, The Reverie Hotel has already far exceeded its usual capacity. Shouldn't we impose some restrictions?"

"No, everyone deserves the right to enjoy happiness."

Hearing this.

The subordinate was stunned.

Tears suddenly welled up in their eyes!

"Wuwu…"

"The Family Head has worked so hard, sparing no effort for our happiness!"

"You are so selfless and great!"

"I'm crying!"

"I'll never regret joining the Family—no! I'll never regret becoming the Family Head's subordinate!"

Sunday also felt a wave of emotion.

He felt the weight on his shoulders.

Is this what it feels like to carry everyone's expectations?

At that moment.

Another subordinate approached.

"Family Head, I apologize for disturbing you at this time, but there's some bad news."

"Go ahead."

"Through our monitoring of the game's storyline, we've discovered that in the latest plot, your sister is gradually revealing a stance that conflicts with yours. It seems she opposes indulging in the Dreamscape."

Sunday waved his hand. "I understand her. It's fine."

"Right now, she's fully focused on preparing her new album. As for Family matters, I'll continue to take responsibility as usual."

"Praise or criticism, support or controversy—I'll bear it all."

"As long as she holds hope in her heart, that's enough."

The subordinates withdrew one by one.

The vast room was now left with only Sunday.

He didn't mind this solitude.

In fact.

According to the original plan.

Once the Dream of Ena succeeded.

He would face true loneliness and clarity.

At that moment.

Sunday noticed the game livestream interface.

A line of text appeared on the screen.

[11 system hours until the Charmony Festival begins, on the other side of Dreamflux Reef]

The next voice that rang out made his hand tremble slightly.

"Brother, look! There's a little bird here."

It was.

The voice of Robin from their childhood!

In the scene.

A chubby little hand was cradling a small, colorful bird.

Seeing this image.

Sunday suddenly felt a surge of emotion.

Memories flooded back.

Sure enough.

Next, his own voice appeared.

"It looks like a little Charmony Dove."

"But this isn't the habitat of the Harmonious Dove. Why is it all alone here? Was it abandoned by its parents?"

Robin said, "It looks so weak... Let's find a soft cushion and make a nest for it."

"It's too dangerous here. Let's take it back first and place it on the wooden shelf by your window."

"Alright, its singing must be beautiful. But where will it live?"

"I'll ask the family head to build a cage for it."

"A cage... Then it won't be able to fly freely, will it?" Robin expressed some concern.

Sunday took a deep breath.

Exactly!

This was one of the most vivid memories from his childhood!

Indeed...

This experience had also appeared in the storyline.

Fine.

Sunday had originally planned to use this example to illustrate the meaning of Ena's Dream!

Now that Yu Ling had crafted it into the storyline...

It could better convey his own perspective!

Sunday deliberately turned on the comments.

He wanted to keep an eye on them.

Because.

The players' comments largely represented the prevailing trends in the universe today.

Would they support him, or oppose him?

He continued to watch.

A gentle voice chimed in, "Let me see... What has made the two finest interpreters of the Divine Lord so curious that they've even forgotten to enjoy their dessert?"

"Oh... Poor little thing, the situation doesn't look good. Do you want to save it?"

Sunday instantly recognized it.

This was the voice of the Dreammaster... Mr. Gopher Wood.

Robin answered first, "Yes... but I don't think we should lock it up."

"Even though it's still young, with no feathers and unable to sing... it wasn't born to live in a cage."

"Birds... belong to the sky."

Everything matched his memories.

Back then.

He had given a different answer.

Looking back now.

The divergence in views with Robin had already existed at that time...

"I think people believe flying is a bird's nature... because they've never seen a bird fall to its death."

"I would... well, keep it in a cage for now, at least until it can survive on its own. Because..."

"I... just want it to live, no matter what."

Gopher Wood said gently, "Very well, children. It seems you already have your own answers in your hearts. Your visions are most beautiful, and I sincerely hope they will be realized in their own ways."

"Yes. But Mr. Gopher Wood, there's one thing I still don't understand..."

"Speak, child."

Sunday slightly opened his mouth.

Along with his in-game self, his childhood self.

He silently spoke the following words in his heart.

"What if this little Harmonious Dove never learns to fly, even by the end?"

"I mean, what if there are indeed some fledglings in this world that can never fly in their entire lives..."

"Should we still return them to the sky... and watch them fall to the ground?"

And at that moment, the comments erupted into intense discussion.

...

"Wow? Suddenly hitting me with philosophical concepts?"

"So is Sunday on the Path of Preservation?"

"When will Brother Sunday be added to the gacha pool?"

"This year's company exam prediction: Why do birds fly?"

"The clash between idealism and realism."

"Robin is a respectable idealist, while Sunday is a realist who focuses on the present. There's no right or wrong in this; it's just that everyone chooses a different path."

"I support Sunday! Reality is already harsh enough. Sometimes, we really don't have the luxury to discuss ideals…"

"If you can't survive, all your ideals and dreams are just empty talk."

"Damn it, why so much beating around the bush? If it were me, I'd just stew the bird!"

"Holy crap! Are you an Emanator of The Voracity?"