Dusk 2.5: CH 3 THE INDUSTRIAL SECTOR TOUR

📖 SEVEN NIGHTS AT VANTABLACK BLOCK: DUSK 2.5 CHAPTER 3: THE INDUSTRIAL SECTOR TOUR The fading twilight sunbeams painted the high-density scaffolding grids of the Belobog construction yard in a beautiful blend of deep crimson and gold. The digital tracking interface in the upper corner of the display officially settled into the Dusk 2.5 parameters, shifting the cast toward their final terminal destination before the dangerous nighttime cycles initialized. Standing right at the edge of the broadcast gate, Robin raised her elegant hands with absolute grace, her white feathered angel wings twitching happily behind her head as she let out a crystal-clear symphonic vocal line. Robin: "Let our music harmonize with the structural baseline of this industrial sector!" Right beside her, the medical grid was operating at peak efficiency. Natasha stood with absolute poise, her bluish-gray bangs framing her face as she successfully applied a high-spec botanical compound directly to a construction worker's shoulder. The worker’s face lit up with absolute, pure comedic relief as a massive digital holographic health indicator flashed a bright green "HP Full!! 100%" validation metric straight over his hard hat. Natasha: "Your injury parameters are completely cleared! Stay safe on the scaffolding grids!" Worker: "Wow, thank you so much, Doctor! My stamina indicators are completely restored!" While the workers cheered, Vantablack stepped dead-center into the frame, holding up a sleek, glowing blue streaming slate that pulsed with encrypted network signals. He adjusted the crimson straps over his leather biker jacket, his digital screen eyes flashing with a proud tomboy smirk as he tapped the broadcast link. Vantablack: "Ehn-ne! Na-na-ne!!" (Translate: "Only A-rank and S-rank personnel are legally authorized to watch the Night 3 survival trials live! Settle your digital registration codes now!") The live broadcast video stream zipped straight through the secure New Eridu networks, completely hidden from the public populace. Because Mayor Mayflower has strictly banned any public screening feeds of outer-space activity until his official face reveal and story drop in Version 2.6, only the elite S-Rank Void Hunters and top-tier A-Rank proxies could access the live broadcast room to watch the upcoming mansion trials. But right behind the streaming setup, the atmosphere slammed directly into a total, hyper-kinetic cartoon comedy landslide! Koleda Belobog found herself completely wrapped from shoulders to heels in a giant, tightly wound bundle of heavy industrial rope parameters! Her face turned a bright, blazing neon red with absolute madness as her mouth opened into a massive, jagged shark-teeth shouting profile, flailing her tied-up torso in a wild One Piece style tantrum bubble. Koleda Belobog: "WAAAAAH!!! Undo these stupid rope parameters right now, you metallic potato! Let me out of this database trap!" Ben Bigger: "Sigh... Just accept your tournament sentence, hothead. Your mad temper completely tripped this loop." The massive bear Thiren calmly crossed his heavy arms over his white Belobog jacket, adjusting his glasses as he looked down at his bound president, completely unbothered by her comedic imprisonment. Standing right next to them, Xuánlong let out a loud, highly amused tomboy laugh, her sharp fangs bared and her massive black Chinese dragon tail swishing the floorboards rhythmically in absolute shonen delight. Xuánlong: "Hahaha! Tied up in a little bundle like that, you look exactly like a tiny little angry kid throwing a tantrum! Your score ledger is completely locked down!" Koleda Belobog: "I AM NOT A KID, YOU LINGERING DRAGON OLD GRANNY!!!" Grace Howard, meanwhile, was still completely trapped in a dizzy mechanical infatuation loop in the background, her orange eyes flashing hearts as she desperately tried to wave goodbye to Vantablack's custom jacket. Turning flat-out on their heels, the core squad raised their hands, waving enthusiastically toward the Belobog crew as they prepared to exit the terminal gate layout. Guinaifen smiled brightly, her orange side ponytail swaying wildly as she stood right next to a proud Xuánlong, while Acheron stood calmly by the entrance threshold, her hand resting on her hilt. Clara: "We are routing directly toward the mansion gates! See you on the live stream lounge!" Ben Bigger: "...Take care..." With a synchronized shout of high-density shonen energy, the four ladies officially marched straight past the Belobog construction borders, routing their tracking vectors directly toward the high-security mansion gates as the morning block ledger for Dusk 2.5 successfully locked its final data files, bringing the entire industrial tour arc to a flawless, harmonious conclusion!