At this point, Phantasmagoria's face showed a hint of regret. He couldn't help but shake his head slightly and let out a long sigh: "Tsk tsk, a lifetime of regret."

Hearing this, Aventurine could no longer contain the anger in his heart. He roared furiously: "Enough already... Don't you have any other topics to talk about?"

However, faced with Aventurine's questioning and angry shouts, Phantasmagoria remained extraordinarily calm and composed. The corners of his mouth even turned up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

Then, Phantasmagoria said unhurriedly: "This is the second time you've interrupted me. You're really easy to understand."

"I can finally understand your thoughts... Hmph, it's truly insane."

Finally, Phantasmagoria took a deep breath, looking into the distance with a determined gaze, and said slowly in an almost cold tone: "'In the end, I will subvert this beautiful dream and create the grandest death.' This is indeed your proposition, consistent from beginning to end, never changing."

"From that Stellaron, to Robin's loss of voice, the two murder cases, the negotiation with Sunday, and then the hint from the masked Fool, only these unchanging two words could arouse your interest. And now, you've indeed grasped it in your hands... but whose death is it exactly?"

Phantasmagoria said suggestively.

[Kafka: Phantasmagoria said before that he only ever tried death on himself.]

[Sunday: Using his own death as a bargaining chip, heh, truly a madman.]

[March 7th: It's so complicated, did this guy plan all this just to die?]

Aventurine responded: "We'll know when the dice fall."

The corners of Phantasmagoria's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a faint smile: "Alright, then save me a seat in the audience; I want to see how capable you are. However, I'm still curious......"

"....If everything started over... would you still want to be the child blessed by the mother goddess?"

He left these meaningful words behind before disappearing again.

Only a voice repeating countless times remained echoing:

Loser...

Loser loser loser loser loser loser loser loser loser loser loser loser loser......

After the voice repeated dozens of times, everything returned to silence, with only the sound of Aventurine's breathing remaining, so quiet that one could hear his heartbeat.

It's really quiet this time, has he finally disappeared... or am I about to disappear?

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Just as Aventurine was about to step forward, his eyes suddenly brightened. He saw the exit from this endless labyrinth! A sense of indescribable joy welled up in his heart, and his exhausted body seemed to be infused with new strength.

At this moment, a small figure in the distance turned around. It was a young, adorable child, with eyes as clear as water, looking at Aventurine with a hint of curiosity and expectation.

"Mister, is that you?" the child asked softly, "I think I heard the unique sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground."

Aventurine was slightly stunned, while the child smiled and said: "Ah, it really is you. I don't know why, mister, but you always give me a special feeling... making me very curious and eager to try."

"It's a pity I couldn't get to know you more. We should say goodbye now. Did you enjoy playing?"

After a moment of silence, Aventurine looked at the child in front of him with a complex expression, and after a good while, he slowly asked: "Are you... going back?"

The other seemed unaware of the change in Aventurine's emotions, just nodded lightly and said softly: "Mm, I should go home now. The sky is getting gloomy, it's going to rain, I can't let everyone worry."

Hearing this, Aventurine couldn't help but ask: "Your home... where is it?"

The child smiled slightly, revealing two cute dimples, then raised his hand and pointed to the distant film studio. His eyes revealed a sense of endless attachment and longing as he softly answered: "What a strange question. Home is where dad, mom, and sister are..."

The child's gaze turned towards the distant film studio: "It's in this dream."

After saying this, the child's gaze once again turned towards that film studio, as if there was something there that he couldn't let go of.

At this moment, Aventurine, as if struck by a heavy object, suddenly trembled. He stared wide-eyed at the innocent child in front of him, a surge of indescribable excitement welling up in his heart.

Accompanied by heavy breathing, Aventurine finally realized who this child standing in front of him really was.

"This amusement park, this beautiful dream, it's really peaceful. Everyone likes it," the child said innocently. "But mister, why don't you like it?"

[Welt: Harmony is guiding him to stay in the dream]

[Kafka: Only oneself truly knows what one's weakness is.]

[Silver Wolf: I 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?" With these words, that illusion appeared once again before his eyes.

Aventurine's voice began to tremble slightly, seemingly trying hard to control his inner grief: "I don't know."

However, Phantasmagoria gave Aventurine no chance to catch his breath. It refuted firmly and decisively: "You do know, it's just that the answer has no meaning."

"Admit it, you're tired," Phantasmagoria paused.

"We're all tired, so we plan to stay here, me... and him," Phantasmagoria said softly, as if a voice from another world, with a hint of etherealness and mystery.

Its gaze was deep and dreamy, seeming to pierce through the barrier of time, looking straight into the depths of Aventurine's soul: "Your past, and future."

Aventurine frowned, asking in confusion. A sense of inexplicable fear welled up in his heart, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat. "How long is staying here?"

"Forever," Phantasmagoria answered: "We will stay with you in this dream forever."

Phantasmagoria sighed slightly, his tone revealing endless sadness: "...This is the greatest respect we offer to those determined to face death."

"Taking extreme measures is an extremely absurd approach, but it's not uncommon for you. Because 'your own life' has always been the first chip you throw out, always has been."

"You don't care who the real culprit is, nor are you interested in the so-called legacy. You just want to be a good company employee who handles matters impartially, suffering everywhere in the family's territory, being shackled with burning chains, pushed to the center of the stage......"

"Then, become the third sacrifice of this grand event."

Aventurine murmured softly: "I can do it, and it will be flawless."