Himeko quickly uncovered the secret hidden in this music box and informed everyone on the train.

Why does life fall into slumber?

It's a philosophical topic, and the train crew had various interpretations, but obviously, there was no unified opinion.

The Convivial Celebration press conference ended with Sunday's words. Following a brief blackout, another act began:

[Title: Thousand Star Chronicles - Ethereal Tales: Three Thousand Floating Worlds Cut by One Blade]

[Jing Yuan: Judging from the literal meaning, is the Thousand Star Chronicles a travel summary of some traveler on various planets?]

[March 7th: Could it be a record of some nameless passenger? It's so exciting!]

As the discussions continued, the video began to play. The screen was first occupied by a deep black color. This darkness was like an endless abyss, exuding a mysterious and oppressive atmosphere. Suddenly, a sharp, piercing sound of a blade slicing through the air broke the silence. At the same time, a deep and magnetic male voice suddenly rang out like a thunderclap:

"Do you remember why Izumo forged the sword?"

At this moment, Welt, sitting in the train compartment, was watching the video in his hand intently. When that all-too-familiar voice reached his ears, his body jerked as if electrocuted, and he froze completely.

Then, he frowned deeply, and even a layer of fine sweat began to form on his forehead, his heartbeat involuntarily becoming extremely rapid.

This voice... it was so similar to Kevin's! Welt tried to convince himself not to overthink it. However, that voice was like a demonic chant in his ears, lingering, echoing in his mind over and over again.

The scene slowly unfolded, revealing a majestic and towering mountain range, completely black as ink. This mysterious mountain seemed to be cast from steel, its surface covered with sword and blade remnants of various shapes and sizes. They resembled houses or giant crocodiles, densely covering the entire mountain.

[Hook: What a magnificent mountain!]

[Sparkle: Forging swords? Hehe, what's so fun about that? It just feels like a junkyard.]

At the foot of the mountain, a solitary figure was moving forward with determined but slow steps. It was raining heavily in the sky, permeating the entire scene.

As the camera gradually zoomed in, it became clear that this was a woman in a blood-stained white robe. She was covered in wounds, dripping with blood, and tightly gripping a sharp long sword in her hand.

With each step forward, a large amount of bright red blood flowed down her body, dripping onto the ground, forming shocking trails of blood. These blood trails then transformed into red flowers.

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"Because a long, long time ago..." The woman's voice suddenly sounded in the scene, seemingly in response to a previous question. She raised her head, revealing a pair of vivid, blood-red horns above her forehead. Her face was also covered with mottled bloodstains, and rainwater flowed down her cheeks, giving an indescribably eerie beauty.

[Welt: Lady Acheron?]

[Aventurine: Well, well, first me, then the Grand Duke of Inferno, the train crew, and now Acheron. Could it be that everyone on Penacony's invitation list will be present?]

[March 7th: Uh... I feel like she looks so miserable. Surely not everyone who appears will have some tragic backstory, right?]

"The 'Eight Million Gods' descended upon this world, harming all living beings and bringing calamity to mankind."

As the woman narrated, the scene gradually showed those dilapidated shrines and desolate, ruined cities. Clearly, this place had suffered a terrible disaster, and the culprits of this disaster were those so-called "gods". After these deities descended, instead of bringing blessings to the world, they brought a nightmare.

"To save the world, the land of Izumo broke 73,033 swords."

"They were forged into sacred objects. Twelve world-protecting divine blades were named."

As the woman's words fell, a miracle occurred - the broken shrines and ruined cities began to slowly restore their original appearance. In a burst of colorful light, a beautiful modern city rose from the ground, displaying unprecedented splendor and grandeur. In the center of this prosperous city stood a tall and mighty statue of a samurai, holding a sharp blade, with a solemn expression, as if silently guarding this land.

"The first is 'Truth'"

With this soft utterance, a complex and mysterious giant sword suddenly appeared in the scene. This giant sword seemed to be constructed out of thin air, falling rapidly towards the ground with unparalleled momentum, piercing through a blue beast that resembled a minotaur.

"Forged by slaying 'Tsumugari no Kami', it allows mortals to observe all principles, deconstruct all phenomena, and recreate miracles."

At this moment, a certain thought in Welt's mind became increasingly firm. Acheron... the appearance of this lady stirred up ripples in his heart, giving him an indescribable sense of familiarity with the person before him. When he first saw Acheron, that feeling of déjà vu arose spontaneously.

After a moment of silence, Welt finally couldn't help but speak in the chat room:

[Welt: Miss Acheron, you remind me of an old acquaintance. If there's a chance, I'd like to talk to you.]

[Acheron: Mr. Welt. I know what you want to confirm. There are countless similar yet different worlds in the universe. In these worlds, there are also countless similar yet different people.]

[Acheron: I have also embarked on journeys, encountering 'old acquaintances' with similar appearances in different worlds, witnessing their fates following familiar trajectories.]

[Welt: ...]

[Acheron: I am not the person you know, and my homeland was not as fortunate as your world.]

[Welt: I'm sorry to hear that.]

The viewing continued, and the female voice in the scene continued to narrate.

"The second is 'Heaven', forged by slaying 'Amenotsukamemi no Kami'"

The scene changed again, countless voids opened in the sky. From those black and white voids, beams of light flickered out, and a large hand emerged from the center of countless voids, reaching towards the camera.

"It can turn the high heavens into walls, making it difficult for evil gods to traverse."

Then, countless metal traces covered and enveloped it, transforming it into a weapon that emitted a pink light, resembling a lance.

"The third is 'Sound'"

"It can make lightning tear through the sky, stars flow and thunder strike, administering heavenly punishment"

"The fourth is 'Storm', it can make splitting winds crush the earth, clouds race and rain howl, with unceasing tempests"

[Qingque: I've never heard that Imperator Dibow had such abilities.]

[Fu Xuan: Qingque! You're slacking off again!]

[Jing Yuan: It's probably just a coincidence of names, nothing unusual.]