Black Swan After Her Transformation

Daziel stared at Black Swan's completely discomposed state in the void, his brow unconsciously tightening further.

That face, which once mesmerized all beings and was the epitome of seductive charm, now wore a bizarrely dazed expression.

Her purple eyes were unfocused, her red lips slightly parted, and at the corner of her mouth, there was even a faint trace of glistening drool.

"Stelle, what on earth is going on?" Daziel's voice carried a hint of almost imperceptible gravity. "What did you do to her?"

"What else could it be? Just a little punishment, of course~"

Stelle's light laughter echoed in the consciousness space, her tone a mix of cheerful pride in her work, yet also a chilling matter-of-factness.

"This rat from the Garden of Recollection dared to try and pry into your memories while your mind was immersed. If this System hadn't acted in time, the consequences would have been unthinkable."

She paused, her tone towards the trembling, curled-up Black Swan filled with the arrogance of a controller.

"I just made her understand that some things are not for her to covet. Master, a stupid woman like this who doesn't know her place ought to be taught a proper lesson."

Daziel listened to Stelle's nonchalant tone, feeling a wave of speechlessness.

"Taught a lesson? Just look at her state now, dazed and foolish, no different from an invalid. Is there... still a need to teach her a lesson?"

Daziel suppressed the discomfort in his heart, trying to make his voice sound calmer.

"In my subsequent plans, there are many places where I need her abilities. If you've turned her into a complete idiot, how can I expect her to do things for me?"

"Relax,"

Stelle's tone was certain, tinged with a bit of teasing. "Her core consciousness is intact; she's plenty smart. I just slightly reformed her cognition, making her a bit more... hmm, obedient."

"Now, she's a pet who will only beg you for love. As long as you give the order, she'll still do as she's told, and even more diligently than before."

For a moment, Daziel didn't know what to say.

Reformed her cognition?

Although he had also reformed Robin's cognition, that was an extreme measure taken to remove the "tuning" left on her by Sunday.

Even though Black Swan was always plotting against his memory and did indeed deserve a lesson.

But if the system had already brainwashed Black Swan completely, what sense of participation was left for him, the host?

She's so unromantic, this Hachi-Stelle!

Just then, Black Swan, who had been curled up as if immersed in some strange state, suddenly trembled slightly.

Her unfocused purple eyes seemed to struggle to focus for a moment, and then, a voice, thick with emotion and humble pleading, spilled from her slightly parted lips.

"Gre... Great Daziel... my Lord... I beg you... I beg you... to bestow upon me..."

The voice was seductively soft, drawn-out and melodious, yet it carried a scalp-numbing, heart-stopping humility and an almost crazed craving.

It was a world apart from her usual image as the proud, cool, elegant, and composed Memokeeper of the Garden of Recollection—

No, it was as if they were two different people!

Daziel sighed and turned to look at Stelle, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"Stelle, can you... change her back to normal? It's a bit hard for me to get used to accepting this level of progress all at once..."

Hearing this, a supremely sly smirk curved on Stelle's lips. She gently shook her head, her slender forefinger tapping her lips, her posture alluring yet carrying an undeniable resolve.

"No can do, Master."

Her voice was filled with the glee of a successful prank. "Right now, from her soul to her consciousness, every single subtle corner has been thoroughly reformed by me, deeply branded with an imprint that belongs only to you. She can... never leave you again. She has become your most loyal accessory."

Stelle blinked her all-seeing eyes, her tone becoming ambiguous and full of suggestion.

"You'd better satisfy her as soon as possible. Otherwise, because that desire from the depths of her soul can't be relieved, her spirit will constantly be in a state of extreme, thirsty torment, and that feeling... tsk tsk, is definitely not pleasant."

"Besides, according to the 'original plot's' direction in your head, doesn't this Miss Black Swan keep thinking about 'getting on the train' later on anyway?"

"For her, this could be considered a novel kind of 'trailblazing' journey. After losing her physical body, trailblazing every inch of her memetic body's limits, letting her sink completely, to recall that most primitive, purest instinct and pleasure."

Daziel was silent for a long while, his deep eyes churning with complex emotions as he stared at Black Swan's appearance of craving that seemed about to burn her to ashes.

He knew that every word Stelle said was not an empty threat.

The current Black Swan was indeed like a container filled with an excessive amount of high-pressure steam, her entire being exuding an extremely unstable, on-the-verge-of-collapse, dangerous aura.

In a way, aside from having the skin of a beautiful girl, Stelle's actions were no different from the broken system before that liked to lead him into trouble.

Finally, he sighed heavily again. That sigh was filled with exhaustion and resolve, as if he had finally made up his mind.

"..."

He muttered to himself, his voice thick with self-mockery and helplessness.

"Who's to blame but you, for insisting on courting death, for not listening to advice, for touching those forbidden domains you shouldn't have touched."

"Teaching you an unforgettable lesson is for the best... although, personally, I really didn't want to use this method of... directly enjoying the fruits of victory..."

Daziel slowly reached out his hand, his fingertips touching the tie of his trouser pocket, his movement carrying a hint of hesitation, yet also a sense of throwing caution to the wind.

However, before he could even finish his self-comforting words, before he could even make any substantial next move...

Black Swan, who had been limp on the ground like a pile of mud, as if a female dog with an extremely sensitive sense of smell, instantly caught that faint, almost imperceptible, yet fatally seductive scent in the air!

She snapped her head up, and her vacant purple eyes instantly burst forth with a light as stunning as a supernova explosion!

That light was fervent, greedy, filled with possessiveness, like a disobedient pet that had been starved for days, on the brink of desperation, finally seeing the long-dreamed-of fresh blood and meat that could save its life!

"Ooh—Awooo—"

A strange cry, halfway between a whimper of extreme pain and a hiss of extreme pleasure, escaped from the depths of her throat. The sound was sharp and high-pitched, filled with a primitive wildness.

Immediately after, she used all four limbs, in a posture that completely abandoned all human dignity and reason, an almost atavistic, primitive instinct, and charged recklessly towards Daziel!

The speed was so fast, the force so fierce, it was completely unlike an elegant and noble Memokeeper who was usually adept at divination!

At this moment, only one thought frantically swirled in Daziel's mind...

This little workshop in the system's consciousness space, the drugs it uses are way too strong!

How could it forcibly transform a chief Memokeeper of the Garden of Recollection, who controls memories and plays with people's minds, into this... this state?

Stelle, when she personally does the conditioning, the effect is a hundred, a thousand times better than my own upgraded clockwork trick!

The after-effects are too strong!

That howl—half-animal, half-ecstasy—still echoed in the hollow space of Daziel's consciousness when Black Swan's slender body collided with his. The impact sent him staggering back, surprised not by the force but by the sheer, desperate ferocity of it.

She wasn't attacking to hurt him. On the contrary, she clung to him like a castaway to a lifeline, her nails clawing at the fabric of his shirt, her face rubbing against his chest with feverish urgency. Her hips ground against his thigh in a disjointed, primal rhythm—a friction that held nothing of seduction and everything of instinct.

"Master... Daziel... please..." she whimpered, her voice muffled against his chest, her hot breath seeping through the fabric. "I need... I need..."

Daziel gripped her shoulders, trying to push her back just enough to look at her face. Those violet eyes, once empty, now burned with single-minded madness. The drool that had once been a thin trickle now flowed freely from the corner of her parted lips. She was the very picture of depravity.

"Stelle, you damn woman... you really don't have a shred of romance in you," Daziel muttered to himself, a mix of irritation and dark arousal pulsing through his veins. The situation was ridiculous, but fuck, it was hot.

With a resigned sigh, he shoved her harder. Black Swan fell to her knees on the ethereal ground, but instead of looking defeated, she gazed up at him with pure adoration, like a bitch awaiting her next command. Her skirt splayed open, revealing long legs clad in black stockings—the sight of such elegance in such a submissive position made Daziel's cock throb painfully hard inside his pants.

"You were so eager to rummage through my memories, weren't you, Black Swan?" Daziel's voice came out deep, laced with a dominance he no longer bothered to hide. "Seems like Stelle gave you a little taste of what happens when you meddle where you don't belong. But the real lesson... the real lesson is mine to teach."

He didn't need to say more. Her gaze dropped to the obvious bulge in his pants, and a new, even more deranged gleam overtook her eyes. She crawled forward, dignity forgotten, her nose sniffing the air as if he were the juiciest piece of meat.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice sharp.

She obeyed instantly, her mouth falling open in greedy offering, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

Daziel unzipped his pants, freeing his already hard, throbbing cock. The scent of his arousal seemed to drive her even wilder. Without waiting for a second invitation, Black Swan lunged forward, taking him into her mouth with desperate fervor.

"Holy shit..." Daziel hissed, his fingers tangling in her hair.

This wasn't a skilled, technical blowjob. It was wild—the sloppy, starving suck of someone dying of thirst who'd finally found water. She sucked, licked, and swallowed with a hunger bordering on violence, her teeth lightly scraping against him—not to hurt, but out of sheer lack of control. The wet, obscene sounds echoed in the silence.

But as a Memokeeper, Black Swan had collected countless memories—and among them were some rather... lascivious experiences.

Her tongue soon became a profane work of art, swirling, teasing, sucking with near-supernatural skill. A shiver ran down Daziel's spine. It wasn't just the technique—it was the absolute surrender, the desperate devotion in her gaze.

As her mouth worked tirelessly on his cock, Black Swan's free hand traveled down her own body. Her fingers slipped beneath the elegant fabric of her dress, diving between her legs. Daziel watched, fascinated, as she began fingering herself right there at his feet. Her hips rocked in a frenzied rhythm, her muffled moans vibrating around his length. She rubbed herself with the same hunger she used to suck him, her eyes locked on him as if he were the only salvation in her private hell of lust.

"That's it... good girl..." Daziel growled low, his fingers tightening in her silky black hair.

It was then that Stelle decided the show needed a wardrobe change.

A subtle, almost imperceptible light flickered in the void of the consciousness space. In an instant, Black Swan's expensive, sophisticated dress disintegrated into nothing. In its place materialized a swimsuit that was a joke—two tiny black straps barely covering her already hard nipples, and a bottom so small her soaked pussy lips were shamelessly exposed. A disposable surgical mask appeared on her face, covering her mouth—even though she was too busy to use it.

And then, the finishing touch. With an audible click, a black leather collar formed around her delicate neck. A metal leash dropped from the air, the leather end landing perfectly in Daziel's hand.

He looked at the leash in his grip, then at the figure before him. The once-imposing, mysterious Memokeeper, now reduced to a half-naked, masked, collared pet, drooling around his cock. A slow, cruel smile spread across his lips.

"Ah, Stelle... you really do know me."

He gave the leash a light tug. The reaction was instant. Black Swan gagged, her eyes widening behind the mask, her throat convulsing violently around him. She tried to take him deeper, a moan of pure ecstasy and pain escaping through her nose.

"You like that, don't you?" Daziel tugged again, harder this time, forcing her to swallow him to the hilt. He held her head there, feeling her panic and pleasure pulse against him. "Swallow it all. I want you to feel every last drop."

He didn't have to wait long. The combination of the sight of her, the leash in his hand, and her tight throat brought him to the edge. With a deep grunt, he came. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her throat. She thrashed, choking, but swallowed obediently, wasting nothing—just as he'd commanded.

When he finally released her, she collapsed to the side, gasping, her chin and mask smeared with his seed. But there was no time for rest.

Daziel lay back on the void's floor, his cock still throbbing. "Come here."

As if pulled by invisible strings, Black Swan crawled over and straddled his hips. She guided his slick cock, wet with her own saliva, into her dripping entrance. He slid in with obscene ease, buried to the hilt in her tight, wet heat.

She moaned loudly, throwing her head back. Daziel just watched, the leash still in his hand. He let her set the pace for a few seconds before giving the collar another sharp tug.

"Ahh! M-Master!" she cried, the pull making her nails dig into his chest as she bounced harder. Every tug sent a spasm of pleasure through her, her inner walls clenching deliciously around him. Her pussy pulsed, juices dripping down her thighs.

"That's it... ride me, my little bitch..."

It didn't take long. Her walls began convulsing. She screamed, a violent orgasm wracking her body. At the same moment, Daziel came inside her, filling her with another load, feeling her womb pulse against the head of his cock.

But he wasn't done. Not even close.

Before the tremors of her climax faded, he stood, lifting her with him. Her body was limp, her legs shaky. He turned her around, bending her forward. With one hand on the leash and the other on her hip, he thrust into her from behind.

She cried out at the impact. The new angle stretched her, letting him go even deeper. He fucked her hard, his hips slamming against her ass in a savage rhythm. The sound of skin on skin echoed in the silence.

"More... please, Master... more!" she begged, her voice warped by pleasure and exhaustion.

The fucking was quick and brutal. In under a minute, her body tensed again. With a sharp cry, a jet of clear, hot liquid gushed from her pussy, splattering the ground. It was an overwhelming orgasm—a squirt that left her powerless.

She collapsed to her knees, trembling violently as Daziel filled her to the brim with steaming cum. Her entire body was a mess of spasms, the puddle of squirt and semen mixing around her knees. Any normal woman would have passed out—but not Black Swan. Not the Black Swan Stelle had "reformatted."

Even in her collapsed state, she turned her head back. Her violet eyes, behind the soiled mask, were glazed, but the hunger in them was more intense than ever. She stared at his cock, still semi-hard and dripping from her, and a low, needy whimper escaped her throat. She wanted more.

A wicked grin cut across Daziel's face. "Your greedy little pussy still isn't satisfied, is it?"

He crouched behind her. Without warning, he slammed into her again, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust. The wet, obscene sound echoed in the void.

"Nngghhh!" Her moan was pure, extreme pleasure. The sensation of being filled again so soon was exactly what her conditioned body craved.

Daziel grabbed the leash with one hand, yanking hard, forcing her face almost to the ground. With the other, he gripped her hip, steadying her. "Then we'll keep going."

He fucked her on all fours, but this time was different. It was brutal. Mechanical. Each thrust was a powerful, hammering motion that shoved her forward. His large, muscular body pinned her down, making her feel small, dominated, powerless.

The taut leash cut through the air, and with every brutal thrust, the collar yanked her downward. The sounds were a profane symphony—the dull slap of flesh, the wet squelch of his cock plunging in and out of her soaked pussy, and Black Swan's muffled, desperate moans against the floor. She didn't fight it—she just took it, her body accepting the punishment like the most divine blessing. Her hips tried to match his rhythm, a pathetic, desperate dance of submission.

But Daziel wanted a better angle. He wanted to see her face twist. He wanted to witness the devastation he was causing.

Without slowing his pace, he yanked her upright by the leash, like a puppet being lifted. Her legs gave out, and he caught her by the hips before she could fall. At the same moment, a cold, smooth marble bench materialized behind her—Stelle's silent creation for her master's pleasure.

He laid her on her back, her legs spread and dangling over the edges. Without missing a beat, he positioned himself between them and continued pounding into her. Now he could see everything—the crooked mask on her face, her violet eyes rolling back, her mouth open in a silent "O" of shock and pleasure.

The tiny swimsuit was useless, soaked and twisted, exposing her nipples and her swollen, red pussy.

He grabbed her ankles and threw them over his shoulders, forcing her into a position of maximum exposure and depth. Every thrust now struck directly at her cervix.

"AAAAHHHNN! M-MASTER! I'M—I'M GONNA...!"

Her body convulsed uncontrollably. This was it—the biggest orgasm yet. Her back arched so violently she nearly lifted off the bench, a sharp, breathless scream tearing from her throat as her inner walls clenched around him like a vice.

That final squeeze was Daziel's trigger. With a guttural roar from the depths of his soul, he came inside her. Not once, not twice, but in multiple, endless waves of hot cum, pumping into her womb in a torrent that seemed never-ending. He filled her, and kept filling her, feeling the last contractions of her orgasm milking every last drop from him.

He finally stilled, panting, his weight pressing down on her. Black Swan's body was limp, inert, a smile of pure, absolute satisfaction etched on her lips beneath the mask. Daziel's cock slipped out with a wet sound, excess seed spilling from between her legs, dripping onto the marble.

He looked down at her belly. And there it was. Where once there had been a smooth, toned abdomen, now there was a subtle but unmistakable swell—a small, delicate bulge, the visible proof that he had filled her to the brim, marking her inside and out as his property. That sight—the sight of having

stuffed her so full it physically changed her—was almost as satisfying as the orgasm itself.

A deep exhaustion hit him. The consciousness space around them flickered. The marble bench, the collar, the ridiculous swimsuit—all dissolved into particles of light, fading back into nothing. The lesson was over. The reformatting, complete.

A wave of vertigo took him, like being yanked back from a deep dive. The silence of the void was replaced by... rustling?

Outside Daziel's consciousness space, in Dreamflux Reef.

She had witnessed the entire process of Black Swan gracefully and elegantly walking towards Daziel. At first, she thought the Memokeeper just wanted to check on Daziel's condition.

However, in just a short moment, that Memokeeper from the Garden, who always carried herself with elegance and composure, became like a string puppet whose soul and consciousness had been completely removed. Her body suddenly became extremely stiff, and her eyes became as empty and vacant as Daziel's had been when he fell into his deep sleep, devoid of all spirit.

"How... how can this be?"

Firefly's cherry lips parted slightly as she murmured, the ominous premonition in her heart rising like a surging tide, almost about to swallow her.

"Miss Black Swan... did something happen to her too?"

She looked in the direction of Daziel and Black Swan, where an indescribably bizarre atmosphere hung.

Daziel's figure was still stiff, and Black Swan's strange posture also made her feel an inexplicable palpitation.

I can't wait any longer! Daziel must be in danger!

Firefly took a deep breath, a look of resolve flashing in her eyes.

She bit her lower lip, as if having made a great decision, took a step, and was about to rush towards Daziel.

"Hold on, little girl."

A slightly hoarse yet steady male voice sounded from behind her. A sinewy, powerful hand gently stopped her, preventing her movement.

Firefly was startled and turned her head abruptly. What met her eyes was Gallagher's face, weathered by experience yet tinged with a cynical air.

"Mr. Gallagher?"

Firefly was somewhat surprised, then said anxiously, "Daziel and Miss Black Swan, they..."

Gallagher lowered his hand, his gaze cast towards the two entangled figures in the distance, his tone flat.

"You don't need to go up there. From the looks of it now, these two seem to be about to wake up in a moment."

"Wake up?"

Firefly frowned, her eyes full of doubt. "How can you be so sure? Miss Black Swan's state just now was clearly one of lost consciousness, very similar to Daziel's situation before!"

The more she spoke, the more she felt something was wrong, her worry deepening.

Hearing this, a meaningful arc curved on Gallagher's lips. He nudged his chin towards Daziel and Black Swan, lowering his voice a bit.

"Just wait and you'll see. If you go over now, you might disturb them..."

This time, she vaguely saw that Black Swan's once empty eyes had actually... actually undergone a very subtle change!

The heart-stopping bewilderment and vacancy from before seemed to be receding like a tide.

Replaced by... by a... a fanaticism and obsession that she couldn't understand at all, and had never seen before?

What... what on earth is going on?!

An indescribable, strange feeling, like an electric current, suddenly rose from the bottom of her heart, quickly spreading to her limbs, making her cheeks unknowingly feel a little hot, and her heart skip a beat.

Gallagher took in Firefly's adorable appearance, a mix of partial understanding, girlish shyness, and confusion. He let out a theatrical cough from his gruff throat and added slowly.

"Some things, it's better to let the parties involved resolve them themselves."

"The situation right now is already complicated and chaotic enough. There's no need for us bystanders to make things... even more chaotic, don't you agree?"

Firefly pursed her moist cherry lips. Although her heart was still filled with worry for Daziel's safety and confusion about Black Swan's strange change.

But Gallagher's unusual certainty and composure acted like a tranquilizer, slightly calming the anxiety and unease that was about to explode in her heart.

She knew that Mr. Gallagher was experienced and worldly. Since he said so, perhaps.

Perhaps there really was some deep reason for this that she couldn't understand at all?

"Well... alright then."

Firefly finally muttered somewhat reluctantly, but her gaze was still like it was glued on, fixed tightly on the two figures in the distance, not leaving them for a moment.

"I'll... I'll wait a little longer. If... if they still don't wake up, I... I will, no matter what..."

"Relax, it won't be long."

Gallagher cut her off, his tone carrying a hint of almost imperceptible knowingness.

There was no other choice. Since Gallagher had said so, Firefly could only suppress her anxiety and choose to continue waiting where she was. She was just a bystander; perhaps she really shouldn't get too involved.

However, not long after this thought flashed through Firefly's mind...

"Rustle—"

A faint sound of fabric rustling was exceptionally clear in the silent mist.

Daziel slowly opened his eyes. The aftershocks of the thrilling turbulence in his consciousness space seemed not to have completely subsided, leaving him in a state of daze and distraction for a moment.

He moved his slightly stiff body a little, but immediately felt an unusual softness and a suffocatingly tight sense of entanglement wrapping him from all directions.

Black Swan, at almost the same moment, also slowly awoke.

Her mesmerizing purple eyes, which could captivate all beings, were no longer empty and dazed with infatuated fanaticism, but had regained some of their former clarity and spirit.

It was just that, within that spirit, there was now an unprecedented, thick and indelible allure and a bone-deep attachment.

She was pressed tightly against Daziel's body, her body as soft as if she had no bones, warm, fragrant, soft, and jade-like, her breath like orchids.

One of Black Swan's long, slender, perfectly curved legs, wrapped in black silk, even with a kind of unconscious instinct yet filled with a strong possessiveness, was tightly coiled around Daziel's firm waist.

She slightly tilted her exquisite face, her hazy eyes staring obsessively at the sharp profile of Daziel's face, her rosy lips curved into a lazy and satisfied arc.

At this moment, she had completely lost the mysterious and noble temperament of the Memokeeper of the Garden.

Instead, she was like a little pet that had been wandering outside for a long time and had finally found a warm and comfortable harbor, carrying a weary laziness after being through the wringer, and an ultimate charm that could make one's heart flutter.

Firefly had been watching the movements in the distance with full attention and extreme nervousness. When she saw Daziel and Black Swan both stir to wakefulness at almost the same time and seemingly regain their senses, the heart that had been in her throat finally settled a little.

But immediately after, her gaze was drawn to Black Swan's exceptionally out-of-line posture, especially that long, black-stockinged leg wrapped brazenly and openly around Mr. Daziel's body, and the look on her face, which she had never seen before, full of charm and satisfaction.

An indescribable curiosity, confusion, and a strange palpitation surged into her heart like wild grass. Firefly could no longer hold back her questions. She lifted her skirt and walked quickly forward.

"Daziel! Miss Black Swan! Are you... are you alright?"

Firefly's voice carried a hint of careful uncertainty, her gaze like a searchlight, sweeping back and forth between the two, full of inquiry and confusion. "Just now... what on earth happened just now?"

Before Daziel could organize his words to explain, Black Swan had already answered preemptively, her eyes like silk.

Her voice carried a strange, soul-stirring magnetism, every word filled with an undisguised, ultimate temptation, so sweet it could almost be pulled into threads.

"It's very simple, little sister~"

She giggled, her bonelessly soft body rubbing intimately against Daziel's firm embrace again. The beautiful leg wrapped around his waist also tightened a bit, as if wanting to completely merge herself into the other's body.

"Daziel... my master, from now on, is the new master of me, Black Swan."

She lifted her other slender hand, and with utmost piety and infatuation, gently caressed Daziel's broad chest, feeling the steady and powerful heartbeat, her hazy eyes gazing at him, her tone filled with undeniable loyalty and devotion:

"From now on, everything of me, Black Swan, will be dedicated to my master. I will follow my master's lead. My master's will is the sole meaning of my existence!"

After speaking, she seemed to feel that this was not enough to express her currently surging emotions. Her other long, straight, black-stockinged leg also slowly lifted, unhesitatingly coiling around Daziel's body.

At this moment, her entire person was like the toughest, most beautiful vine, wrapping Daziel so tightly and securely that not a sliver of air could pass through.

She turned her head slightly, her soul-snatching purple eyes carrying a hint of undisguised provocation and a strong sense of declaring sovereignty, looking at the astonished and dazed Firefly:

"As for you, little girl from the Stellaron Hunters, from today onwards, you'll have to work hard, because you have a very powerful... competitor now."

Firefly stared blankly at this Miss Black Swan, at her completely unfamiliar state, full of ultimate temptation and submission, listening to her blush-inducing, heart-pounding, explicit words. Her whole person was completely stunned, her mind a blank slate.

Competitor? Master? What... what is all this?!

She couldn't understand at all, nor could she imagine, in the short time she and Mr. Gallagher were anxiously waiting outside, what earth-shattering, heaven-and-earth-turning changes had occurred between Mr. Daziel and Miss Black Swan!

How could it make a usually so proud, cool, mysterious, and unfathomable Memokeeper of the Garden, in such a short time, turn into such an... such an unbelievable state!

"This... this is really..."

Firefly opened her small mouth, but found her throat was dry, and she didn't know what to say at all, her mind a complete mess.

Daziel felt the "human vine" wrapping tighter and tighter around him, almost about to break his waist, and Black Swan's undisguised, flame-like infatuated gaze. He only felt his scalp tingle, so embarrassed that his toes could carve out a Dreamflux Reef in his shoes.

He coughed heavily twice, trying to cover up the fleeting unnaturalness and embarrassment on his face.

He tried to gently push away the octopus-like Black Swan wrapped around him, but found that she, like a frightened kitten, only clung tighter, her strength surprisingly great.

Helpless, Daziel could only give up resisting and spoke vaguely, trying to explain to the bewildered Firefly:

"Ahem, that... Firefly, it's like this... Miss Black Swan... that... hmm, old habit of hers as a Memokeeper acted up again. She can't control herself and likes to pry into other people's memories, you know."

As he spoke, he carefully observed Firefly's ever-changing expression, his tone carrying a perfunctory and evasive quality that even he himself felt guilty about:

"And now, after a... a profound and friendly 'education' from me, she has deeply realized her mistake and is determined to turn over a new leaf and become a new person."

"Yes, yes! That's right! Everything Master says is right!"

Black Swan immediately nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice, her voice charming to the bone, yet her tone was exceptionally firm and unwavering, filled with the sincerity of someone who had turned over a new leaf.

"Everything Master says is right! I have deeply and thoroughly realized my mistake! I have turned over a new leaf! I will never, ever dare to do it again!"

As she spoke, she even affectionately rubbed her smooth, tender cheek against Daziel's neck, letting out a satisfied sigh, like a good little cat begging for praise from its master.

"....?"

Firefly listened to this nonsensical, loophole-ridden conversation, and then looked at Black Swan's appearance of being obediently admitting her mistake, pitiful, yet exuding endless charm and temptation. The question marks in her mind, instead of decreasing, increased, becoming even bigger, almost about to pop out of her head.

She felt even more confused. This explanation.

Why did it sound so... so strange?

Everything about it was bizarre!

Just then, Gallagher, who had been silently standing aside, watching the show with great interest, slowly walked forward with steady steps.

His deep eyes, which seemed to have seen through all the vicissitudes of the world, swept over Daziel and Black Swan without a trace, and finally, his gaze settled on Daziel, his tone carrying a knowing certainty:

"It seems the old man has solemnly entrusted his 'relics' to you, Mr. Daziel, right?"

Hearing this, Daziel's heart stirred slightly. The past and bizarre entrustment of Mikhail in the depths of his consciousness involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

He nodded, without much verbal explanation, simply reaching out to the side and picking up the dark denim fedora that had been resting quietly in Mikhail's hand.

He extended his fingers, gently flicking off a bit of non-existent dust from the brim of the hat, and then, with a steady and solemn motion, slowly placed the hat on his own head.

The wide brim of the hat cast a deep shadow, appropriately obscuring part of his complex and hard-to-read expression, but it also, in an instant, added a hint of indescribable depth, weight, and unfathomable mystique to his entire temperament.

Gallagher watched Daziel's action and nodded in satisfaction.

"Since your purposes have been achieved, and you have some understanding of the situation in Dreamflux Reef, there's no practical meaning in continuing to stay here. On the contrary, you might risk being re-eroded by that meme."

He paused, glanced at the area in the distance that was still churning with an ominous aura. "That meme I raised has probably already re-formed."

Gallagher turned around, gesturing for them to look in a certain direction.

"I'll use it to send you back to the 'Twelve Moments' now. The Harmony's Grand Ceremony is about to open. I'm afraid something big is about to happen in the Family's false dreamscape..."

Hearing this, Firefly was taken aback. She temporarily cast aside her confusion about Black Swan and asked urgently.

"A big event? Mr. Gallagher, what big event?"

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