Chapter 1

The Astral Express,

inside the parlor car,

the Express crew is holding a route meeting.

"Before the jump begins, this conductor will broadcast a notification to everyone, Pom-Pom!"

As Pom-Pom’s final words fell,

this route meeting

came to an end.

"Next, we just wait for the jump, right?"

"The Planet of Festivities, Penacony?"

"Sounds like it will be a very interesting place."

Stelle walked over to the sofa and sat down,

beginning to wait for the Express to jump.

She felt a sense of anticipation for the place they were about to visit.

[Ding! The Divine Plot Broadcast Livestream has been successfully activated!]

[Searching for content to broadcast.]

[Please wait patiently!]

Suddenly,

a strange, inexplicable sound

rang out in Stelle’s mind.

"What the heck?"

"March, were you just talking?"

Stelle was a bit dazed, turning her head to look at March 7th, who was sitting beside her.

"Huh? No?"

"This young lady has been quiet the whole time."

"Did you hear wrong?"

March 7th shook her head, indicating that she was a quiet, beautiful girl who hadn't made a sound at all.

"Is that so?"

"Then maybe I’m just having auditory hallucinations?"

"Damn it, I shouldn't have stayed up late yesterday!"

"I must have weakened myself from staying up too late!"

Stelle thought for a moment,

feeling that perhaps it was because of staying up late

that she was experiencing symptoms of auditory hallucinations.

She began to calculate in her heart

whether she should consult Bai Lu

to see if there were any prescriptions for replenishing her vitality?

So she could give herself a good boost!

"Weak?"

"With your constitution, you could be weak?"

March 7th heard Stelle’s words and found them impossible to agree with.

This person was a congenital Stellaron-refined body, a Stellaron come to life!

Just in terms of constitution, she could leave ordinary people in the dust by dozens of blocks!

How could she possibly be weak?

That was simply a joke.

"True, the only thing I can show off is this healthy body that’s impervious to blades and bullets and can eat anything with gusto!"

Stelle deeply agreed with this, feeling that March 7th was right.

[Ding, successfully found broadcast source!]

[Broadcast will begin in thirty minutes!]

[Please prepare yourselves, viewers.]

The strange voice appeared again,

but this time, before Stelle could speak,

March 7th spoke first.

"Stelle, you might not believe this!"

"I just heard a strange voice talking inside my head!"

A look of fear appeared on March 7th’s face.

"I believe you!"

"Because I heard it in my head too."

Stelle said in a hollow tone.

"Ah?!"

"What on earth is going on?"

"Could it be that something unclean has entered the Express?!"

March 7th suddenly recalled several horror movies she had recently watched,

and her scalp instantly went numb.

"Um..."

"Stelle, little March, did you two just hear some strange voice?"

Welt walked over to the two of them,

asking with a puzzled expression.

"Mr. Yang, you heard it too?!"

"Then Himeko and Dan Heng, you..."

"That’s right, we heard that voice too."

Himeko and Dan Heng looked at each other,

nodding in unison.

"What?"

"I thought it was just me, the conductor, having hallucinations!"

"So you all heard it too, Pom-Pom!"

Pom-Pom arrived in the Express parlor,

happening to hear the group’s discussion,

and couldn't help but exclaim out loud.

Teyvat continent,

Lumine had been in Sumeru for some time now,

and having experienced so much,

they were now researching how to rescue the Lesser Lord Kusanali.

"Hmm?"

"Paimon, did you hear any voice?"

Inside the room,

Lumine, who was resting,

suddenly asked the listless Paimon beside her.

"Vo... voice?"

"Mm... it seems like there was a voice talking in my head."

"But, isn't this me dreaming?"

Hearing Lumine’s words,

Paimon, who was about to fall asleep, let out a muddled murmur.

"No!"

"It’s not a dream!"

"There really was a voice that appeared in my mind!"

"Is it Nahida... or..."

"Scaramouche!?"

Lumine could be certain that she had really heard some kind of voice,

it was just that she couldn't yet distinguish the source!

"Sca... Scaramouche?!"

"Ahhh!"

"Scaramouche has appeared again?!"

"Where, where?!"

"Wuwu, so scary!"

Hearing the name Scaramouche,

Paimon felt like she was having a nightmare,

and was scared wide awake on the spot.

They had previously suffered losses at Scaramouche’s hands several times in a row.

So now, hearing this name,

they felt quite like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring.

"Paimon, don't panic, Scaramouche shouldn't be doing something this strange."

"This voice might be instructions from Nahida, who knows."

"According to the voice, it seems that as long as we wait another ten minutes, we will know something?"

"Then let's wait."

Lumine comforted Paimon,

and began to wait patiently.

In the Sanctuary of Surasthana,

Nahida, who was imprisoned there,

also heard this voice.

"Divine Plot Broadcast Livestream?"

"That’s a term I’ve never heard of!"

"What could this be?"

Nahida furrowed her brows,

falling into deep thought.

Although she was still young,

she was, after all, the God of Wisdom.

And something that could keep her, the God of Wisdom, completely in the dark,

was clearly extraordinary.

Liyue, Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.

"Consultant, in your mind... did you hear any voice?"

Hu Tao rubbed her head,

asking with some hesitation.

"Director, I heard it."

Zhong Li put down the birdcage in his hand,

nodding with a calm expression.

"Ah, this... in broad daylight! Have we run into a ghost?!"

"But what kind of little ghost would dare to come to our Wangsheng Funeral Parlor?"

"Aren't they afraid that this Director will send them to the afterlife with a single fire?"

"Or could it be, this is an old ghost with profound magic power?!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, if that’s the case, it’s going to be a bit troublesome!"

Thinking of this,

Hu Tao began to pace back and forth in the room,

her mind constantly imagining what method she should use to catch this long-standing old ghost.

"Run into a ghost?"

"Sigh... I’m afraid that’s not the case!"

While Hu Tao was immersed in her imagination,

Zhong Li couldn't help but sigh.

"Is the wind direction about to change?"

"I just don't know what kind of result this gust of wind will bring."

Windrise,

Venti, who was having a small drink, looked toward the sky,

his expression becoming somewhat melancholic.

That strange voice had also appeared in his mind.

Yet he could not discern any of its background from it.

"Heavenly Principles, could it be you?"

Venti whispered,