Chapter 932

Logic: Ordinary trailblazers don't leave any traces in the Memorial Garden Mirror.

Jizi nods and says, "Not bad. This is likely connected to the Emanators, or even the Aeons, which is why I wonder if the genius might have any clues."

It's a shame the club members rarely interact, and most of them have already been killed by the Silent Lord. I've never even heard the name Ophilius.

The Black Tower lady is similarly interested—she says she wants to investigate, probably because it's tied to the Luminous Memorial Garden, and she's always been fascinated by memory technology. Jizi says, "During this time, the Astral Express also got to know Ms. Ruan Mei through her recommendation and brought back an ancient beast fossil for her from the Jin Lun Jia Shen Yu region... but..."

No one expected that we would also encounter an old acquaintance at Ms. Ruan Mei's.

The fox‑person girl's experience is also quite an adventure—maybe that's just how organic life finds its connections.

Jizi couldn't help but remark, "That truly is an inexplicable bond."

So the Astral Express took it upon itself to send her home—is that just a matter of obligation?

Jizi smiles and says, "For a nameless guest, is there really a boundary between work and play? This is her personal request: she hopes to find a stop before returning to the Astral Express, briefly dock, and gather her thoughts—after all, to the Alliance, her identity is somewhat special."

Screwgem asks, "Since this guest is so special, does Miss Jizi not need to accompany them?"

I've entrusted it to my companions, since they know Miss Tingyun better and are more adept at handling travel and leisure. Jizi gazes out at the brightly lit city and adds, "I suppose they're having a great time, right?"

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One-Punch Man.

The soup in the pot bubbles, white steam rising and forming a hazy mist beneath the ceiling.

A three‑fold Path seal—one layer is Wisdom, one is Memory, what could the third be? Saitama sits cross‑legged at the low table, holding a slice of beef with his chopsticks, swishing it in the hot pot as he asks Jenaos.

Well… Teacher, there are many possible answers. If Ophilius is an unobservable mysterious world, then I think its third Path likely consists of the ownerless Paths left behind by the Aeons that have disappeared over history.

Jenaos kneels to Saitama's left, back straight, hands resting properly on his knees—when answering the teacher's question, he sits especially upright.

The Eternal Realm… does this eternity include Immortality? Although the Aeons have vanished, the ownerless Paths they left behind should still exist, right? Jenaos wonders.

King picks up a piece of tofu, lightly dips it in the sauce, and says, "Saitama, you're really worried about Ophilius, huh?"

Hmm. Saitama nods and says, "That place gives me a bad feeling. Since ordinary Trailblazers don't leave traces in the Memorial Garden Mirror, it suggests Ophilius might harbor an Emanator‑level presence."

Emanator‑level…

Just hearing the word 'Emanator' used to make King feel a jolt of fear, but nowadays, having followed the Astral Express crew, he's seen plenty of Emanators from many factions. As long as an Emanator's battle fallout doesn't reach Earth, or we don't encounter an extreme case like the Yellow Springs, those two words no longer scare him at all.

Compared to Emanators, he's actually more worried about someone like Rupert II—a mad scientist whose influence can span the universe, able to destroy a star system in a microsecond with a flick of his wrist using a scepter. Isn't that even more dangerous than an Emanator?

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So, can anyone explain this to me? Walter turns his head and says, "March?"

Ah, um… uh… Star, come here! You speak coherently! March 7 frantically pushes Star forward.

Star looks around, then gazes earnestly at March 7 and says, "I'm going to shatter your stereotype."

Don't pick this kind of occasion! March sighs, "Well, I'll handle it… After we split up earlier, we took Miss Tingyun around and ended up running into something strange."

Is something wrong with the dream?

Really, it's more of a man‑made disaster… we ran into a Pitacus person who said they were filming a 'don't laugh' challenge and asked us to try a candy that makes you burst out laughing when you eat it.

Welt smirks and says, "Oh, so it's that kind of 'don't laugh' challenge."

I told you not to get involved, but she insisted on trying it, and as soon as she did, things went wrong.

What happened?

Star puts her hands on her hips and says, "I didn't eat enough."

Oh dear—don't change the subject. Anyway, we two ate the candy and had a blast, rolling around on the ground several times before we could stand up. When we got up, we discovered Miss Tingyun… Miss Tingyun had eaten the candy and started sneezing nonstop—ah‑choo! ah‑choo! ah‑choo—and then, right before our eyes, she poofed into a bunch of Tingyuns.

Walter looks toward Sunday beside him and asks, "... Do you have any leads?"

Sunday hasn't dropped his disguise; to everyone else he still looks like a sentient machine. He says, "The dream is a world of recollection; this condition mostly happens because her brain is relatively sensitive, and after stimulation, scattered memory fragments detach and become separate entities. Don't worry, similar things aren't uncommon in pleasant dreams."

March 7 looks at her curiously and asks, "Uncle Yang, who is this?"

You can take off your disguise now.

It's just a precaution; otherwise we'd have been stopped by hounds several times already on this journey. Sunday lowers his head and says, "Welt, please pull off my mask for me."

As Welt activates his tuning ability, Sunday's familiar face finally reappears before everyone.

Long time no see, everyone.

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The Chinese Kid.

What… what is that? Miss Tingyun! Or all those Miss Tingyuns!

The night is as dark as ink; inside the Shaolin Temple's meditation room, Tang Xiaolong, who has just woken up, rubs his eyes, momentarily thinking he's mistaken, and quickly reaches for his glasses on the pillow's edge.

But instead of finding his glasses, his finger poked into Chen Xiaohu's nostril; the latter instinctively swung a hand and mumbled dazedly, "Xiaolong, don't make a fuss… tomorrow I still have to get up early to train…"

Xiaohu! Xiaolan! Hurry up and get up! Come look—Miss Tingyun is alive!

Alive? What's alive? Xiaolan pulls back the blanket, half‑asleep, and asks, "Did the Black Fox King come back to life?"

Pah! Not the Black Fox King! Although it's also related to foxes… In short, it's that Miss Tingyun who, back then, you cried your eyes out, desperately praying not to die, and after releasing the star raft, you were still crying, hoping the abbot would chant sutras to liberate her soul!