From the Queen's Descends, Collapse Douluo

Chapter 298 A Beautiful Dream Turns Dark, Night Falls (Part 1)
"Hey, isn't this my loyal customer, the Pioneer sisters?"

Sambo (Fireworks) found Firefly and Star playing at the amusement park, rubbed his hands together, and walked over with a joyful expression. "It's been so long, my dear. I never expected to meet you here. Oh my, I'm so lucky!"

Xing's expression changed, thinking she was seeing things. "Sangbo? I'm not dreaming..."

Sambo chuckled: "You're kidding, buddy. This is Pinocchio, you must be dreaming. Are you surprised to see me? It's all thanks to you, Ariello-VI is all set now."

Liu Ying looked at Xing, somewhat puzzled: "Who is this...?"

Sambo immediately put on a heartbroken expression: "Oh, March, you don't remember me already? I helped you guys so much in Belleburg..."

Xing frowned slightly, crossed her arms, and questioned Sangbo, "What kind of eyes do you have? Does March 7th look like this?"

At the same time, she began to have doubts about this Sambo.

They still vividly remember how Huanlong deceived their feelings back then!

Sambo (Fireworks) quickly corrected himself: "Oh... I see. I knew it. It hasn't been long, but March has changed so much."

"Nice to meet you. My name is Sambo, and I'm an old friend of the Trail Blazers. Please take care of me."

Liu Ying sized him up for a while, then secretly glanced at Xing, and finally nodded in acknowledgment: "What is Mr. Sambo doing in Pinocchio?"

"What to do?" Sambo chuckled and shrugged. "Haha, that's an interesting question, young lady. What else can you do in Pinocchio? Just wander around, daydream, and go on vacation."

After saying that, he raised his finger and pointed to the sky, "Hey, speaking of which, it's perfect timing, buddy. It's rare for us to meet in Pinocchio, so why don't I show you around the area?"

"I've been observing you for quite some time now. Miss Firefly certainly knows Pinocchio, but when it comes to 'adult entertainment,' I, Sambo, am far superior!"

Liu Ying tilted her head in confusion: "Adult entertainment?"

"Hehe." At this moment, Sambo (Hanabi) took out the five credit cards that Kanata had given him back then. "How about it? Old Sambo, I'm a millionaire now. This is money I earned with great difficulty. I'm going to use the first sum to treat you two to a trip. How about it? Will you do me the honor?"

Sambo took Xing and Liuying to what he called adult entertainment, while in the shadows, Qianrenxue and the Herrscher of Corruption silently watched the foolish little brat's tricks, and at the same time chuckled.

"Should we go find that pioneer now?"

"No rush, [Sam] is having fun right now, and besides, that Miss Memory..."

The Herrscher of Corruption glanced to the side and noticed that two other noteworthy figures had also arrived.

"Oh dear, I've searched the entire amusement park, where is Xing?" March 7th muttered as he took a sip of Solada liquor and walked away.

The lively and energetic girl would shout "Xing, where are you?" every now and then after walking a short distance.

When she called out for the third time, she walked to a small stage. There weren't many spectators, but a man wearing a pure white clown mask was sitting there, various liquids flowing between his fingertips, mixing, condensing, and changing shape, as if he were performing a juggling act.

"Oh, another beautiful lady. Welcome to my performance." The man's gaze, hidden behind his mask, was fixed on March 7, carrying a hint of kindness.

March 7th paused for a moment, then pointed to himself, "Haha, Uncle's performance was great, but I'm here to find someone. Have you seen a girl with gray hair and golden eyes? She's about my height."

“Um… I’m sorry, I haven’t met the girl you described.” The man shook his head, then quickened the flow of the liquid from his fingertips, causing it to separate and flow into the two glasses.

March 7th pouted in disappointment, "Okay, thank you anyway, Uncle. Good luck with your performance."

"Hahaha..." The man chuckled twice, and with a wave of his hand, he sent the two glasses to March 7: "Although I can't help you find your companion, it's not the behavior of a gentleman or an actor to spoil the audience's fun. Please choose one, and I hope it can relieve your frustration."

“Uh…” March 7 looked at the two crystal clear glasses, the reddish-gold liquid lying quietly inside them seemed a little hesitant.

The man seemed to sense March Seven's hesitation and smiled, "It's just a cup of my own homemade Dreamy Special. If you don't trust me, Miss, I can drink it first. Or you can specify that I drink it." Hearing this, March Seven still chose the cup in her left hand for the other party to drink, and the man wearing the clown mask did not hesitate. After taking off the mask, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Watching him drink the Dreamy Syrup, I felt much more relaxed. I picked up the cup in my right hand and took a small sip myself. It tasted pretty good, somewhat like a combination of Dreamy Syrup and mint tea.

"It's him?!"

In the shadows, the two Heralds' expressions changed drastically the moment they saw each other's faces, remembering the instructions Bishop Lu had given them before they came.

"If you encounter a man who claims to be an alchemist or has blond hair and blue eyes, regardless of his purpose, be sure to keep your distance. He is dangerous!"

This man actually made contact with the March 7th girl from the Starry Sky Train alone. According to the bishop, it couldn't possibly be that he was simply offering her a drink!
Out of a sense of responsibility to their mission and their temporary ally, the two Herrschers decided to split up and act separately.

"I can't act directly; I have to tell my god first."

"I'll go and inform the anonymous guest's parents."

At the scene, Kanata saw March 7th drink the "Sweet Dream Special" and clapped her hands with a smile, saying, "Beautiful lady, have sweet dreams~"

"Thank you, Uncle." March 7th smiled sweetly and turned to walk back.

But the next second, she felt her vision, or rather everything around her, become strange.

The ice cream floating in mid-air kept falling and reassembling, and the giant gashapon that popped out kept spinning. Even the people around slowed down. At first, March thought it was her imagination.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew up behind her. She was standing perfectly still, but everyone else and the buildings were swept into the air.

On the other side's chest, a small golden Rubik's Cube flickered and transformed into a tiny, golden feather.

He spread his arms wide, his curiosity growing even stronger: "Come on... the refining process is about to begin..."

“Ah…head…” March 7’s pupils contracted sharply as various blurry images flashed through his mind, and…and…a roaring voice.

March 7th bit her lip, covered her head, and looked back at the other side, her eyes beginning to darken.

"Don't be afraid." A gentle voice came from the other side, "Miss, I assure you you will be alright, it's just that this process will inevitably be painful for a while..."

"You...you did this to me..."

She cried out and tried to escape, but her feet seemed to be stuck to the strange magnet of the black tower, and she couldn't pull them out no matter what she did!
It even feels like something is forcibly trying to break out of your body.

"I'm so sorry you suffered to satisfy my curiosity..." Kanata bowed slightly, looking apologetic, and said, "I will make you a sincere compensation afterwards..."

Empty! Empty! Empty!

Before the other person could finish speaking, a sense of oppression far exceeding his expectations instantly overwhelmed him.

A beautiful dream that will never be darkened, a golden moment.

The very essence of memories that held this dream together instantly became chaotic and turbulent. It gradually dimmed and faded at a visible speed, eventually plunging into a long, dark night!

The other side's pupils contracted, and the next second, March 7, who was still kneeling on the ground, lowered his hand from his head. His once lovely pink-blue eyes had turned into a chilling scarlet!

Her clothes also changed drastically under the influence of memory. The overall color was black, with black patterns on her chest and shoulders like flowing liquid. Blood-red flowers were pinned to her chest, and she wore black silk gloves with pale white cuffs and fingernails.

When she spoke, her usual lively and adorable demeanor was gone, replaced by a cold and fierce tone: "Self-righteous, masked fool... what makes you think you can do it?"

(End of this chapter)