Chapter 454: with translation of chapter title

"The only thing to bet on is whether Shajin is still safe and sound. However, the company's lines have always had dedicated people monitoring them closely, let alone that he is an important cadre of the Strategic Investment Department; just passing the message should be enough." Walter said.

Jinzi nodded: "... Good luck, Walter."

"Hmm, you all take care too. If anything goes wrong… don't worry about me, just be sure to seal the stellar core."

Gallagher sighed: "To die like returning home, that man is a true hero. Even if the Dream Lord is innocent, the family's corruption is deeply entrenched. Mikhail made a mistake once; I won't make a second. I wish him luck..."

"Mr. Gallagher, you still have something to say to us, right?" Jinzi suddenly asked.

"Why do you think that?"

"Before departure, the train conductor asked us to inquire about the three nameless travelers; now we know the deeds of Ms. Lazulina and Mr. Tirnan, only the last one, Zagwock, remains." Jinzi paused, "If I'm not mistaken… we've already met him, right?"

Gallagher crossed his arms and said: "Hmph… saying we've seen him doesn't really count, but the answer is indeed easy to guess. My earlier hint was quite obvious."

——

Demon Slayer.

Pap—!

The crisp sound of wooden swords clashing echoed in the courtyard; the Mist Hashira, Tokito Muichiro, expressionlessly swung his wooden sword, his right arm turning like a wish, the wooden sword slicing through the air, actually bringing forth streaks of biting cold that covered the courtyard's plants with a thin layer of frost.

"Hey hey, is this the breathing technique you just figured out?" Wind Hashira Sanemi Shinazugawa shook his numb, frozen wrist, "There's not even a trace of Mist Breathing left."

"Hmm, I just figured it out from a few of Mirror Flow's sword moves, but her weapon is different from our Nichirin blades, so I made some adjustments for ease of use." The Mist Hashira replied softly, "But this breathing technique only has three forms; if we continue to develop it, we might be able to derive more forms."

"He created a new breathing technique in just half a year… tsk…"

Although he was unwilling inside, Sanemi couldn't help but acknowledge Muichiro's genius—going from ordinary person to Hashira in just two months; in the way of swordsmanship, he truly could go further.

Just as everyone was discussing, a jet-black crow flapped its wings down, its sharp voice piercing the silence:

"Emergency intel! Demons have appeared in the 【Harmony Extreme Bliss Sect】! Quickly exterminate!"

"Harmony Extreme Bliss Sect?" The Snake Hashira frowned, "I've never heard of this sect."

"Although the power in the heavens is strong, no one has yet embarked on a destiny path, yet suddenly a sect calling itself 'Harmony' has appeared… no need to think, it's surely a place where demons gather flesh and blood." Sanemi grinned, "This time it's my turn; I'll go, you guys have no objections, right?"

"Or I'll come."

The Mist Hashira slowly placed the wooden sword on the rack at the courtyard gate, "I haven't yet slain a demon with this breathing technique; I want to see what can be improved in these three forms, and once I perfect this form, I'll teach it to you."

——

"The last nameless traveler set out, stopped, then set out again… he made a big loop and ultimately returned to the starting point. On his deathbed, he urged me to find the Astral Express and send that invitation to the future nameless traveler. For this he prepared a gift, a true legacy… belonging only to the descendants of the Trailblazer."

Gallagher invited everyone: "Come with me. Now… it's time for it to see the light of day again."

A few people returned to the monument, but Gallagher alone muttered to the blank monument: "Old friend, sometimes I forget you're dead, as if you still have many things to say, many roads left to travel."

"Now I keep my promise, bringing the descendant you've worried about all your life. I don't know why you can never forget that train, but I remember the last thing you said before leaving this world…"

"Don't let us down, old man."

"Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently; the surrounding towering buildings, like stage scenery, slowly rose and shifted, as if in a musical concerto beginning to reorganize. Eventually, before everyone's eyes, a wide corridor formed."

"And at the end of the corridor, a tranquil garden suddenly appeared."

"Go ahead, his destination… is right in that garden ahead."

——

Genshin Impact.

"Ah! Zagwock is actually still dead? No—no—ah—!"

Xiangling slumped over the table at her family's Wanmin Hall, letting out a lament of utter hopelessness.

"Oh dear, Xiangling, life and death are quite normal, or rather… what are you even expecting? Unless it's some special race, humans simply can't live that long." Hu Tao chatted while slipping a piping-hot shrimp dumpling into her mouth.

"I also know death is normal, but I really… really… super want to let Zagwock and the Trailblazers talk! If there were such a miraculous secret technique, it would be great—it could bring the dead back to life to settle all their unresolved regrets from life."

"Such a secret technique…" Hu Tao's chopsticks paused slightly as she picked up a dish, "If it appears elsewhere in the world, I don't care, but if it's in Liyue, as the 77th-generation director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, I absolutely will not allow this to happen. This kind of technique that obviously disrupts yin-yang balance easily develops into a harmful sorcery."

"Hu Tao, you're so strict…" Xiangling, slumped over the table, felt even more dejected.

"I haven't finished yet, Xiangling." Hu Tao cheerfully slipped a slice of forest boar meat into her bowl, "If this secret technique isn't in Teyvat, isn't in Liyue… then the director would be happy to see it happen, hoping such stories could become more common… I also don't like regrets."

——

Beneath the Sea of Memories, in the garden nearest to the full moon on the water, an old man leaned back in a recliner, silent and still.

【Watchmaker】——Zagwock·Charles·Mikhail——he has already entered that endless long dream, and no sound can awaken him anymore.

March 7th looked at the white-haired elder in the recliner, a hat covering his closed eyes, peacefully embracing a huge dream bubble.

"Indeed… the Watchmaker is the third nameless traveler; even I had guessed it."

Gallagher: "The legacy he left behind is a single dream bubble; I guess inside it stores something meaningful only to the nameless travelers."