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	According to the access history, she hasn't logged in here for over six months. The evacuation was directed by the acting lead researcher — a girl named Asta.
	He also said it must be you who makes it.
	I'm gonna leave with this cartridge then.
	What you see in front of you is just a hologram, harmless as a puff of air. You don't need another demonstration, do you?
	She didn't specify anything, but I guess she means a dress, coat, sunglasses, or something else... You know better about fashion than I do.
	But that's not my style. I will take the initiative to say hello before the other person enters the room. You see, I'm treating you quite well.
	You may not realize it, but you have a bad habit: Whenever you seem to be asking a question, you've already made up your mind, and no words will dissuade you.
	Anyway, have a happy day! Here's a little gift for you. I hope everything works out as well for you as it has for me.
	Oh yeah, you can't see the screen. Let me explain: I was just pulling for a gacha capsule — you know, the kind you can get in games.
	Don't do anything that may draw attention, and don't talk with guards, they might recognize you. Keep these two points in mind, and you can go wherever you want unbothered.
	Now that we're done here in Penacony, what will you do in your free time? I heard the Genius Society is here. How about we go stir up some excitement?
	Seriously... do I really have to make a formal statement or something? I'm here for the game, nothing more.
	There's this gun, it can rate any creature within its crosshair as a score from 0 to <unbreak>100</unbreak>.
	Maybe you're not as important as you think.
	It's a matter of hacking the surveillance system directly.
	Urgh... Seems like I'm the real Destiny's Slave here.
	The one who supposedly created Nous?
	I gotta be honest, I haven't been pushed that hard in ages...
	Before I left Punklorde, I also dreamed of joining the Nameless and hopping on the Express to travel between worlds — beyond the village of newbies back home, a vast and endless adventure awaited me.
	The simplest method is the hardest to spot, isn't that our motto?
	Eh, who knows? He could be trying to lure me into the IPC's hands, just so he can watch me make a fool of myself.
	Didn't see that coming...
	The former can be acquired through practice, but the latter depends on talent. The flow of luck in the Parlor Car is very favorable today. The best strategy is to pull for the desired target after confirming and canceling three times in a row.
	Anyway, Kafka asked me to pass on this message: "If you see anything fabulous in Penacony, get one for me too. Just swipe my card, you know the PIN."
	Let's be clear about one thing first — this is just my intuition. It may not work for you, and I am not responsible for any sub-optimal results.
	I knew you'd say that. Don't worry. I've hacked all the systems and left no trace.
	The data suggests it's just an ordinary hologram. But it has an added layer...
	sigh If it were just one or two accounts, sure... I kind of overdid it this time — I lost basically everything. A branch office probably won't be enough. I'm gonna have to make a trip to Pier Point.
	Trailblazer, that's a serious expression you've got there. Did something catch your attention?
	Then... What if I were to destroy the Simulated Universe right now?
	I'm not interested. Hurry up with our real business.
	Item number <unbreak>211</unbreak>, "Blind Spot": A simple light-deflecting field. It allows an object in its field to pass unnoticed, but if a different item ceases to be obvious, the object gets revealed.
	Leave? But... why? Aren't you trying to catch me? Don't you want to cuff me and exile me on some distant planet?
	You simply don't understand. In games, skill is one thing, luck is another — if you want to win all the time, you need to have both.
	Just give up already. You've got no chance.
	I see, it's just a cultural difference. Punklorde doesn't have this custom, and the Stellaron Hunters don't generally observe this kind of tradition either.
	Looks like I've got plenty of time. Guess I'll go grind some levels for a bit. See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya.
	Of course, I could have also joined the IPC, the Galaxy Rangers, or even the Annihilation Gang. Whatever road takes me across the galaxy is the one I'm willing to travel on.
	I mean... you never know what kind of crazy stunt a Masked Fool might pull for the sake of having "fun."
	...I didn't bring you back to hear an answer like that.
	...Please don't bring her up. I'm sure she's pretty pleased with herself after our last encounter.
	Wanna give him a new name?
	As for the result, I got a five-star prize in one go — the top prize.
	Who are you calling an intruder? Oh, me...
	Oh, right. That story doesn't sound like it fits me. You guys have fun.
	Aren't you curious about how much you would score? I kinda wanna know mine.
	How do you intend to pull them off the stage?
	I told you, I'm not obsessed with it... Besides...
	Even if you could, it'd be a trap. Herta doesn't display her collections.
	The central area of the space station is up ahead. There will be lots of Legion Voidrangers there.
	...I have to admit, you guys are stronger than I expected.
	You all have so much space here on the Express, and not so much as a single arcade machine to show for it. How do you pass the time? Reading? Photography? Sipping coffee? Running around everywhere helping people as a hobby?
	...But I gotta give credit where it's due, nice work.
	I'm afraid that won't be feasible — I'm still busy playing the Stellaron Hunters' game at the moment. First come first serve, after all.
	Who knows what's in the brains of those following the Erudition?
	We're not the best of friends, that's no secret, but for the sake of the event, how about we pause the drama? I'd rather soak in the atmosphere and enjoy myself.
	This is the monitoring room, they must have deleted the records and made a run for it. Classic.
	Wanna give her a new name?
	I've got all the clues we need. The only piece missing is a simple trick.
	—standing in front of you is just a hologram. The real me is now lying in a cozy ice bath, far, far away from the Astral Express.
	Look, when you're dealing with someone wearing a mask, you gotta keep your wits about you. Common sense.
	Tsk, don't get ahead of yourself!
	Just a little trick of tampering with the data of reality, I wouldn't call it fancy.
	This space station is packed with extraordinary objects, I wouldn't be surprised if there's one that can make it happen.
	It has its own security system... I guess even for Herta, a Stellaron is no ordinary rarity.
	Help me investigate the terminal in this room, our item might be inside.
	No, no, I'm just messing with you because I'm bored. Motion sickness? Me? Don't be absurd. Don't forget—
	Oh, I have plenty to do. As I chat here with you on the Express, I'm also playing multiple games at once on three different screens, probing around for info about nomadic miners, and running some side-hustles for extra cash.
	I hate to admit it, but you two have some serious skills.
	Hahhhh... I told you already. I didn't know it was him...
	Time to head back to the prep zone, you've got another duel waiting for you, remember?
	How boring!
	Some random coordinates, not important. You care about where that Voidranger ended up?
	Looks like we're the ones getting ambushed.
	That's where we can find out where the Stellaron is.
	It's gone, it's all gone! They seriously left nothing behind... They went too far this time... too far!
	She's a member of the Genius Society and an Emanator of Nous the Erudition. She can probably age backwards if she wanted.
	What if I attack the space station again?
	Hmph, as if she'd waste time on a small fry like me.
	Isn't it often the case in movies that a guy comes home and turns on the lights, only to find someone sitting on the sofa waiting for him? Kafka and Blade both like to do that, and Sam won't even give the guy a chance to turn on the lights.
	Ooh, drats, what a drag... should have known to turn off the gravity simulator...
	Seeing is believing, right? If you're still not convinced, you can cut off the network connection on the Express and I'll disappear into thin air — until you turn it back on, of course.
	You think I came here out of desperation, but I've been bursting with excitement this whole time. Do you know how happy I was when you showed up, Screwllum?
	Go down the corridor behind the door on the left. There's a room where some kind of rare item is stored.
	That's pretty normal. Aren't the immortal bosses in games always waiting for the protagonist to come kill them? Immortality is not always a good thing.
	Trailblazer, that's a serious expression you've got there. Did something catch your attention?
	Well they better be false. I don't want to be a Zandar hunter.
	Yeah, and you said "no" back then. But after all this madness, I'd say you've grown fond of it.
	But in the end, it was the Stellaron Hunters who found me first — or rather, it was I who found them. In Elio's words, this is called destiny.
	I am not throwing a tantrum.
	Yup, just me... Why? Do you want to come with?
	Stand at the edge of the board, at a point equidistant from the seats on either side, facing the viewing window opposite the aisle. Align your eyes with the void song whales hologram near the ceiling and open the interface. Then pull for the prize after confirming and canceling three times in a row. This is the best strategy for obtaining the desired prize.
	And this time, it's Firefly in the picture, not Sam. That's gotta be a whole new experience for you, right?
	That mask-guy, he's gone now, right?
	What is the point of this then? You guys went out of your way to put together this trap but don't plan on doing anything at all?
	Oh yeah, holograms can't move board game pieces... The Nameless must really be a nostalgic group to be using physical board games in this modern age.
	What!? Hey, hold on a minute!
	And I'm looking forward to it! How do you plan on stopping me this time? Are you going to turn the Simulated Universe into a black box? Or are you going to work with the IPC and put together a cross-galactic encirclement? Screwllum, will I be able to see your true strength this time?
	What you see in front of you is a hologram, just as harmless as the whale holograms you see floating around the Express. Here, see for yourself...
	Who's there!?

According to the access history, she hasn't logged in here for over six months. The evacuation was directed by the acting lead researcher — a girl named Asta.

He also said it must be you who makes it.

I'm gonna leave with this cartridge then.

What you see in front of you is just a hologram, harmless as a puff of air. You don't need another demonstration, do you?

She didn't specify anything, but I guess she means a dress, coat, sunglasses, or something else... You know better about fashion than I do.

But that's not my style. I will take the initiative to say hello before the other person enters the room. You see, I'm treating you quite well.

You may not realize it, but you have a bad habit: Whenever you seem to be asking a question, you've already made up your mind, and no words will dissuade you.

Anyway, have a happy day! Here's a little gift for you. I hope everything works out as well for you as it has for me.

Oh yeah, you can't see the screen. Let me explain: I was just pulling for a gacha capsule — you know, the kind you can get in games.

Don't do anything that may draw attention, and don't talk with guards, they might recognize you. Keep these two points in mind, and you can go wherever you want unbothered.

Now that we're done here in Penacony, what will you do in your free time? I heard the Genius Society is here. How about we go stir up some excitement?

Seriously... do I really have to make a formal statement or something? I'm here for the game, nothing more.

There's this gun, it can rate any creature within its crosshair as a score from 0 to <unbreak>100</unbreak>.

Maybe you're not as important as you think.

It's a matter of hacking the surveillance system directly.

Urgh... Seems like I'm the real Destiny's Slave here.

The one who supposedly created Nous?

I gotta be honest, I haven't been pushed that hard in ages...

Before I left Punklorde, I also dreamed of joining the Nameless and hopping on the Express to travel between worlds — beyond the village of newbies back home, a vast and endless adventure awaited me.

The simplest method is the hardest to spot, isn't that our motto?

Eh, who knows? He could be trying to lure me into the IPC's hands, just so he can watch me make a fool of myself.

Didn't see that coming...

The former can be acquired through practice, but the latter depends on talent. The flow of luck in the Parlor Car is very favorable today. The best strategy is to pull for the desired target after confirming and canceling three times in a row.

Anyway, Kafka asked me to pass on this message: "If you see anything fabulous in Penacony, get one for me too. Just swipe my card, you know the PIN."

Let's be clear about one thing first — this is just my intuition. It may not work for you, and I am not responsible for any sub-optimal results.

I knew you'd say that. Don't worry. I've hacked all the systems and left no trace.

The data suggests it's just an ordinary hologram. But it has an added layer...

*sigh* If it were just one or two accounts, sure... I kind of overdid it this time — I lost basically everything. A branch office probably won't be enough. I'm gonna have to make a trip to Pier Point.

Trailblazer, that's a serious expression you've got there. Did something catch your attention?

Then... What if I were to destroy the Simulated Universe right now?

I'm not interested. Hurry up with our real business.

Item number <unbreak>211</unbreak>, "Blind Spot": A simple light-deflecting field. It allows an object in its field to pass unnoticed, but if a different item ceases to be obvious, the object gets revealed.

Leave? But... why? Aren't you trying to catch me? Don't you want to cuff me and exile me on some distant planet?

You simply don't understand. In games, skill is one thing, luck is another — if you want to win all the time, you need to have both.

Just give up already. You've got no chance.

I see, it's just a cultural difference. Punklorde doesn't have this custom, and the Stellaron Hunters don't generally observe this kind of tradition either.

Looks like I've got plenty of time. Guess I'll go grind some levels for a bit. See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya.

Of course, I could have also joined the IPC, the Galaxy Rangers, or even the Annihilation Gang. Whatever road takes me across the galaxy is the one I'm willing to travel on.

I mean... you never know what kind of crazy stunt a Masked Fool might pull for the sake of having "fun."

...I didn't bring you back to hear an answer like that.

...Please don't bring her up. I'm sure she's pretty pleased with herself after our last encounter.

Wanna give him a new name?

As for the result, I got a five-star prize in one go — the top prize.

Who are you calling an intruder? Oh, me...

Oh, right. That story doesn't sound like it fits me. You guys have fun.

Aren't you curious about how much you would score? I kinda wanna know mine.

How do you intend to pull them off the stage?

I told you, I'm not obsessed with it... Besides...

Even if you could, it'd be a trap. Herta doesn't display her collections.

The central area of the space station is up ahead. There will be lots of Legion Voidrangers there.

...I have to admit, you guys are stronger than I expected.

You all have so much space here on the Express, and not so much as a single arcade machine to show for it. How do you pass the time? Reading? Photography? Sipping coffee? Running around everywhere helping people as a hobby?

...But I gotta give credit where it's due, nice work.

I'm afraid that won't be feasible — I'm still busy playing the Stellaron Hunters' game at the moment. First come first serve, after all.

Who knows what's in the brains of those following the Erudition?

We're not the best of friends, that's no secret, but for the sake of the event, how about we pause the drama? I'd rather soak in the atmosphere and enjoy myself.

This is the monitoring room, they must have deleted the records and made a run for it. Classic.

Wanna give her a new name?

I've got all the clues we need. The only piece missing is a simple trick.

—standing in front of you is just a hologram. The real me is now lying in a cozy ice bath, far, far away from the Astral Express.

Look, when you're dealing with someone wearing a mask, you gotta keep your wits about you. Common sense.

Tsk, don't get ahead of yourself!

Just a little trick of tampering with the data of reality, I wouldn't call it fancy.

This space station is packed with extraordinary objects, I wouldn't be surprised if there's one that can make it happen.

It has its own security system... I guess even for Herta, a Stellaron is no ordinary rarity.

Help me investigate the terminal in this room, our item might be inside.

No, no, I'm just messing with you because I'm bored. Motion sickness? Me? Don't be absurd. Don't forget—

Oh, I have plenty to do. As I chat here with you on the Express, I'm also playing multiple games at once on three different screens, probing around for info about nomadic miners, and running some side-hustles for extra cash.

I hate to admit it, but you two have some serious skills.

Hahhhh... I told you already. I didn't know it was him...

Time to head back to the prep zone, you've got another duel waiting for you, remember?

How boring!

Some random coordinates, not important. You care about where that Voidranger ended up?

Looks like we're the ones getting ambushed.

That's where we can find out where the Stellaron is.

It's gone, it's all gone! They seriously left nothing behind... They went too far this time... too far!

She's a member of the Genius Society and an Emanator of Nous the Erudition. She can probably age backwards if she wanted.

What if I attack the space station again?

Hmph, as if she'd waste time on a small fry like me.

Isn't it often the case in movies that a guy comes home and turns on the lights, only to find someone sitting on the sofa waiting for him? Kafka and Blade both like to do that, and Sam won't even give the guy a chance to turn on the lights.

Ooh, drats, what a drag... should have known to turn off the gravity simulator...

Seeing is believing, right? If you're still not convinced, you can cut off the network connection on the Express and I'll disappear into thin air — until you turn it back on, of course.

You think I came here out of desperation, but I've been bursting with excitement this whole time. Do you know how happy I was when you showed up, Screwllum?

Go down the corridor behind the door on the left. There's a room where some kind of rare item is stored.

That's pretty normal. Aren't the immortal bosses in games always waiting for the protagonist to come kill them? Immortality is not always a good thing.

Trailblazer, that's a serious expression you've got there. Did something catch your attention?

Well they better be false. I don't want to be a Zandar hunter.

Yeah, and you said "no" back then. But after all this madness, I'd say you've grown fond of it.

But in the end, it was the Stellaron Hunters who found me first — or rather, it was I who found them. In Elio's words, this is called destiny.

I am not throwing a tantrum.

Yup, just me... Why? Do you want to come with?

Stand at the edge of the board, at a point equidistant from the seats on either side, facing the viewing window opposite the aisle. Align your eyes with the void song whales hologram near the ceiling and open the interface. Then pull for the prize after confirming and canceling three times in a row. This is the best strategy for obtaining the desired prize.

And this time, it's Firefly in the picture, not Sam. That's gotta be a whole new experience for you, right?

That mask-guy, he's gone now, right?

What is the point of this then? You guys went out of your way to put together this trap but don't plan on doing anything at all?

Oh yeah, holograms can't move board game pieces... The Nameless must really be a nostalgic group to be using physical board games in this modern age.

What!? Hey, hold on a minute!

And I'm looking forward to it! How do you plan on stopping me this time? Are you going to turn the Simulated Universe into a black box? Or are you going to work with the IPC and put together a cross-galactic encirclement? Screwllum, will I be able to see your true strength this time?

What you see in front of you is a hologram, just as harmless as the whale holograms you see floating around the Express. Here, see for yourself...

Who's there!?