After the Astral Express crew followed the inexplicable guidance that emerged in their minds, traversing the chaotic energy currents within the data world, they finally found a subtle fissure amidst the endless "0"s and "1"s.

"This is..."

Stelle noticed that near the fissure, several translucent jellyfish-like creatures emitting an ominous dark red glow were drifting leisurely through the data streams.

Their forms were elegant, yet Stelle sensed that these things were extremely dangerous!

"Touch them. They will lead you away from that terrifying battlefield. My dear... companions"

An ethereal female voice with a strange, enchanting quality resonated directly in their hearts, as if aware of their arrival and waiting there for them.

Stelle and Dan Heng quickly exchanged glances, both seeing the caution in each other’s eyes.

Welt’s expression was even more solemn, as if facing a great enemy. The Gravity Stabilizer was already in a semi-activated state.

At this moment, he sincerely prayed that no more "familiar" scenarios would unfold!

If this sense of déjà vu continued a few more times, his heart might truly be unable to bear it.

With no better choice, the three took a deep breath and simultaneously reached out to touch the seemingly harmless dark red jellyfish.

Hum—

In an instant, a strange sense of weightlessness enveloped them, as if suddenly plunged into the deep ocean—silent pressure and a floating sensation surrounded them.

Light and sound rapidly faded, leaving only a trance-like state of souls being drawn away.

When their senses returned, they found themselves in a completely different space.

This place seemed to be the center of the world. Beneath their feet was a platform as smooth as a mirror, while above and around them swirled endless nebular vortexes, magnificent and vast.

Straight ahead, a figure stood silently before the starry backdrop, their back turned to them.

The person held an exquisite black parasol, their posture elegant, as if admiring this cosmic spectacle.

"My dear companions, it took no small effort to fish you out of that dangerous place."

The figure holding the black parasol slowly turned around, the brim lifting to reveal a face extremely familiar to the train crew—it was... March 7th?

Only...

Although her face was identical to March 7th’s, her temperament was completely different.

This "March 7th" before them was not that lively, energetic girl with a hint of naivety.

A mysterious and lazy smile curled at the corner of her mouth. What was most startling were her pupils—no longer March 7th’s clear pink-blue, but a dark red with an ominous sheen, like an abyss!

"You are... March 7th?" Stelle’s eyes widened, her voice filled with uncertainty and suspicion.

"Mm-hmm~" Evernight let out a lazy hum, neither confirming nor denying. Her dark red pupils scanned the trio’s shocked expressions with interest.

Dan Heng’s brows furrowed tightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He instinctively stepped forward, gripping Cloud-Piercer. Just as he was about to question—

"She said nothing." Evernight seemed to have already seen through his thoughts, calmly speaking first. Her dark red eyes gazed directly at Dan Heng.

"At Scalegorge Waterscape, before you transformed into a Vidyadhara and parted the seas... she said nothing to you."

"..." Dan Heng was instantly speechless. The words already on his lips got stuck. The look in his eyes as he regarded Lunarith held a trace of disbelief and shock.

He hadn’t even asked yet—how did she know?!

Seeing Dan Heng’s reaction, Evernight smiled slightly. The smile carried a sense of superiority, as if she saw through everything.

"Surprised? Peering into others’ thoughts and memory fragments... is a required course for us Memokeepers."

Dan Heng’s gaze rapidly cooled from its initial shock, becoming as calm as a deep pool.

"I see," he said slowly. "Then I can also be certain. You, after all, are not her."

He paused, his tone carrying absolute certainty: "If she knew she could casually peer into our thoughts, she would never be as calm as you. She would only excitedly jump up, then pester all of us to play ’Who is the imposter’ for an entire day."

"...Heh."

Stelle felt she could sense that the effortless, slightly mocking smile on Lunarith’s face seemed to stiffen almost imperceptibly for a moment because of Dan Heng’s words.

"Who exactly are you?" Welt stepped forward, subtly shielding the two young people behind him. He adjusted his black-framed glasses, his tone carrying a warning that allowed no argument.

"If you want to win our goodwill, or communicate effectively, do not use this face to speak with us. I won’t say this a second time."

Evernight gaze shifted to Welt. Deep within her dark red pupils, a flicker of caution flashed almost imperceptibly.

Having peered into someone’s memory fragments, she naturally knew how extraordinary this man called "Uncle Yang" was. In Amphoreus, almost all who stood against that "Asterion" came to no good end!

Even that "Khaslana," infinitely close to a Lord Ravager and Asterion’s own brother, bore a wound on his chest from their past confrontation!

And this "Uncle Yang" in March 7th’s memories? Although Evernight hadn’t managed to glimpse the specific battle scenes in that special layer, this Welt had personally entered that "Asterion’s" domain of "Erudition" and endured a fierce battle—yet now, not a single drop of blood was visible, not even a scratch?!

This man... no, this gentleman was terrifyingly powerful!!!

Indeed, even though her "March" had lost her memory, her keen intuition remained true.

Although her "March" had seemingly never seen this "Uncle Yang" truly go all out, the fact that that girl trusted and recommended him so unreservedly meant his hidden strength was truly immeasurable!!!

Thinking this, the caution in Evernight’s eyes grew stronger. Her previous effortless demeanor also toned down quite a bit.

Her tone became slightly more serious and formal: "In truth, I didn’t intentionally use this face to win your favor. I am indeed ’March 7th,’ only..."

She paused slightly, as if choosing her words carefully. "I am her past, the manifestation of that long-forgotten time when she was sealed within the Six-Phased Ice."

"You may also call me... Evernight."