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View detailsDusk 2.1: CH 1 The Shadow Of Mansion
🌌 DUSK 2.1: CHAPTER 1 THE SHADOWS OF MANSION The digital tracking digits on the terminal console screen shifted smoothly past the midday threshold, marking the exact microsecond the morning daylight block completed its line. The bright skies over the residential district violently faded into a dark, heavily pressurized slate-grey twilight horizon. Swirling purple void energy trails began to lazily drift past the exterior anti-ballistic violet energy fence, signaling that the property safe-zone protocols were beginning to cycle down into the evening shift. Inside the main living room lounge, the floating playback screen completed its loop, leaving Belle, Wise, Starlight-Billy Kid, and Cissia in a state of absolute, wide-eyed cartoon shock over the unhinged alchemical chaos recaps of Night 2. Belle hit an immediate, hyper-exaggerated One Piece style screaming panic face, her short blue hair standing on end as she flailed her arms in a frantic circle. Belle: "Waaaaah!! So that is what the night event gauntlet is all about?! The turkey traps?! The giant chest gravity purges?! The floating live camera embarrassment?! No way! There is absolute 0% chance I am going into that survival box tonight!" Vantablack stepped forward onto the carpet tiles, dense black smoke venting aggressively from his long bunny ears as his digital screen eyes locked into a pair of ruthless red crosshairs. Vantablack: "Ehn-ne! Na-na-ne!! (Translate: "Too bad for your parameters, manager! It is way too late anyway—I have already successfully logged your biometric footprint straight on my target site list!")" Wise let out a dramatic shonen sigh, placing a hand onto his sister’s shoulder layout with a defeated expression. Wise: "Well, sister... looking at his programming override, I think you are definitely going tonight. I can't stop his tracking metrics." Billy Kid: (Shaking violently in a mechanical panic loop, his dual guns rattling in their holsters) "Rest in peace, Manager Belle! If you get turned into a space turkey or forced to crawl on all fours, I am inheriting your video store arcade tokens!" Cissia: (Swishing her thick white-scaled snake tail against the floorboards as she adjusted her blonde side-ponytail) "Well, I cannot stop your sentence there either, Belle. Oh well! Good luck surviving his mouse traps!" Seeking to change the high-tension conversation, Proxy Wise turned his eyes toward the couch where the supreme architect sat relaxing in his cozy dark purple designer streetwear hoodie alongside his sweet wife Vesperine. Wise: "Excuse me, Master Reaper 800... I have a small favor to ask you before the twilight countdown locks out." Reaper 800: "A favor? Oh, I never thought about receiving a favor request from a Phaethon proxy. What exactly is it? Any parameter favor you want to know, speak it into the ledger." Wise cleared his throat, his face turning a comical shade of anime pink as he scratched his cheek line. Wise: "Well... you see, there are actually a lot of women down in the city who are currently in love with me." Vantablack immediately hit a massive One Piece style popping-eyeball face profile, crossing his tiny robot arms as he leaned over the strategy table. Vantablack: "Ehn-ne?! (Translate: "Hold your database! How many female entities are we talking about here?! Because my bouncer core absolutely wants to know how many women are in love with you!")" Wise: "If we scan the total network feeds, there are over 44 of them total... but there are exactly 10 of them who actually love me with maximum, deep romantic affection logs." The exact microsecond the data string hit the air, Reaper 800 let out a loud, highly amused shonen laugh, his unmasked handsome face cracking into a brilliant grin as his ocean-blue eyes sparkled with joy. Reaper 800: "Haha! You might have a massive laugh, Wise! Forty-four females chasing your tracking lines?! Ho ho ho! That is an absolute legendary achievement metric!" Vantablack rubbed his metal hands together, his screen flashing with a mischievous, hyper-kinetic cartoon grin. Vantablack: "Oh, forty-four targets will do perfectly! Oh, that represents a flawless, high-spec opportunity to construct a massive gauntlet matrix for Night 4! But master, to host forty-four girls at once, we are going to need a much bigger tower hotel arena—something matching the scale of your legendary 2nd house asset!" Reaper 800: "Oh, yeah! I did buy a 2nd House long ago! It’s actually a magnificent tower hotel mansion that runs around five floors total with a massive architectural layout. And do you want to know the real reason why I built it? Because it is the perfect private sanctuary place for me and my wife Vesperine to stay safely, instead of having a lot of annoying girls trying to sneak into my bed layout daily! During the old cycles, having four of them launch an ambush at once resulted in me getting literal breaking bone parameters! So yeah, the tower house was a total survival necessity!" Vesperine dropped her black wolf ears comically, her red eyes hitting a blushing anime glare as she playfully punched her husband's arm. Vesperine: "Hey! Don't remind me of those annoying intruders! You belong 100% to me now!" Vantablack: "Ehn-ne! (Translate: "Okay, Wise! It is an absolute deal! We will build the Tower Matrix for the Night 4 survival trials! But tonight, three of your sister's companions are coming with us right here to the arena. Here is the broadcast live stream link if you want to watch the show play out!")" Flying completely detached through the air right next to the ceiling lamps, Owlbert perched proudly on his brown cardboard box. He adjusted his high-spec black top hat and dark navy cape, hitting a giant jagged shark-teeth mouth layout as he winked toward the proxies. Owlbert: "Indeed! The link is active, and I absolutely love more entertainment parameters! Let's drop the curtains as the dusk ledger initializes its tracking line!" With the live feeds distributed and the Night 4 tower blueprints registered, the group settled into their twilight coordinates, bringing Chapter 1 to a perfect, high-density comedic and dramatic save point!
#Original#Breasts#blush#Cleavage#English Text#Big Boobs#Alternate Costume#Circle Eyes#Blonde hair#Grey hair#Meme#Computer keyboard#Heart#Neckerchief#Open mouth#Closed eyes#Multiple Girls#Nose Blush#Holding#Flying Sweatdrops#Crying#Roll one’s eyes#Cold sweat#Zenless Zone Zero#Caelus#Belle#Wise#Eous#Owlbert#Hair Between Eyes
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