: Back when Boothill said no one dares mess with the Galaxy Rangers, I didn't really feel it — now I get it.
: Damn, they're basically revenge-driven monsters — even a Lord Ravager can die to them. Of course no one dares provoke them.
: The Hunt — and Brother Lan — I used to wonder about their role in the universe. I'm not confused anymore. Brother Lan is awesome!
: Damn, it feels like after today, the Hunt is gonna blow up in popularity!
: You know what, I suddenly admire Brother Lan's tragic vibe a lot more now.
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The information revealed about the Galaxy Rangers made the audience extremely excited.
And then—
In the scene, the old man asks Acheron why she wants to help him.
Acheron's response is quite intriguing.
"The meaning of nothingness is also what I seek."
Acheron speaks in a very calm tone, with a relatively slow pace.
The old man doesn't seem surprised: "Thank you, stranger. May you find your answer in this journey."
"..."
"Before that, I have one more question."
Acheron suddenly speaks: "Indeed, the behavior of those Sin Thirsters, even their entire existence, seems meaningless from our perspective. But if—I mean, if—
"If this is exactly the result the deceased desired, should we still try to change it?"
A sudden question, and the screen plunges into darkness again.
The old man's voice follows.
"That is a good question, and a hard one to answer—at least… I don't know the answer."
"But what I do know is that one day, I too will leave this world."
"From the bottom of my heart, I hope that when that time comes, someone will place a flower at my grave."
Amidst the darkness, the audience is now filled with questions.\The excitement sparked by the Galaxy Rangers' information has come to an end.
Acheron, the old man, and the intel on the Sin Thirsters...
...
: So these hands are the death wishes of those Galaxy Rangers, and this old man is the last survivor of that great war?
: Also, I feel like Acheron's tone is a bit strange. She's clearly a stranger to the old man, but it always feels like she's hinting at something.
: Tsk! Now that you mention it, I remember—the tone is a bit like when the train first jumped to Penacony and had that encounter in the dreamscape.
: And the world and background they're in also seem very odd.
: But at least Acheron's purpose is now clear. The relics are likely related to the old man, but it's unclear why this connects to Penacony.
...
The comments flash by.
To the audience, at least for this moment, the fog surrounding Acheron is a bit less dense.
Just then:
A line of large text appears on the black screen.
"9 system hours until the opening of the Charmony Festival."
The previously quiet, void-like ambient sound is now replaced by a gentle and majestic hymn-like melody.
With this music, Sunday's gentle and warm voice slowly begins.
"When I was a child, I spoke like a child, thought like a child, reasoned like a child."
"When I became an adult, I put away childish things."
This is a monologue from Sunday.
Two sentences, forcibly setting a solemn and foundational tone.
And many people felt a strong religious undertone from those lines.
They weren't wrong—the quote has religious origins.
Next moment—
Golden light tears through the darkness, revealing an image.
Bathed in warm light, Sunday turns slightly, one hand resting near his chin, his eyes slightly downcast, listening intently.
Opposite him is a window with fine etchings. People on both sides of the window cannot see each other, only voices can pass through.
"Please bless me, esteemed spokesperson of Xipe."
A nervous, uneasy voice comes from the other side.
"Come forward, child."
"I have already prayed for Him to be with us."
Sunday speaks gently.
"I have served The Family for more than ten years, consistently and loyally. But just yesterday, I erred."
"While preparing dinner for the family head, I accidentally dropped the food."
"Out of laziness, I falsely claimed everything was arranged."
"Although the head dismissed me as punishment, I still cannot sleep or eat peacefully. I came to confess, to seek forgiveness."
The anxious man confessed everything honestly.
Sunday's expression doesn't change, still warm and gentle.
"Do you feel genuine remorse in your heart, child?"
The servant sincerely replies: "I swear it."
"Very well. Show enthusiasm to the other family members, diligently do good deeds, and thus you may reconcile with the family. Return in peace."
The servant praises with joy: "Praise Xipe! And thank you, virtuous one."
Under the orange glow, Sunday's face is illuminated.
At this moment—
Although the scene doesn't explicitly define the roles within the family, certain words appear simultaneously in the minds of the audience:
Priest, confession, forgiveness.
When these words emerge, Sunday's entire being is suddenly enveloped in a strong religious aura.
Especially in this scene—Sunday's eyes, expression, and words—
Have far surpassed those of an ordinary listener, becoming blurred with a divine aura.
And this pure atmosphere leaves the bullet comments in awe.
...
: That's masterful, MiHoYo. This scene of Sunday really gave me a sense of divinity—I've never felt that before.
: Tradition, modernity, classical, religion, trendiness, sci-fi… All of these elements can perfectly blend within Honkai: Star Rail.
: And this kind of scene, combined with Acheron's previous memories, makes me feel like something major is coming.
: The more solemn, meaningful, and classy the moment, the more likely it is that the information revealed will be staggering.
: Looks like it's related to Sunday. This scene reminds me of the earlier conflict between the siblings—looks like we're about to dive into Sunday's inner world.
...
The audience had yet to realize the gravity of the situation.
They were still discussing MiHoYo's religious symbolism and Sunday's character design.
Then—
The second confessor stepped forward.
"I—I wholeheartedly confess to you, please forgive me!"
A sobbing, breathless voice spoke.
"Please be at ease, I have already chosen to dwell with the unworthy."
Sunday's tone remained gentle.
"Oh, oh!"
"Alright!"
The confessor hastily continued, "Actually, I—I smuggled myself into Penacony. To afford a ticket, I sold everything at home: the house, the land, even... even my two children…"
Such beastly behavior made the audience frown.
Sunday's tone also subtly changed.
"Hmm… Please continue."
The form of address shifted from respectful to informal.
"If I kept them with me, they would have starved to death. At least as slaves, they could have some food. If—if I made it big here, I'd redeem them right away and give them a proper life…"
"In the end, I was discovered by the Hound family—they're hunting me everywhere…"
"I—I still wanted to bring the children here! It's all my fault! All my fault!"
...
: What the hell, this is pure bullshit!
: Sold his kids to smuggle himself in, then fantasized about striking it rich—this is classic CS gambler behavior!
: All just excuses! Trying to win sympathy!
: But there's no way Sunday would be fooled! Damn gambler—Sunday will surely punish him harshly!
...
The audience was furious.
Everyone condemned this person's actions.
But they didn't believe Sunday would shield him.
After all, Sunday had always shown responsibility and integrity before.
How could he possibly cover for someone like this?
"The Family intends to embrace everyone."
"I will relay the message to the Hound family to cease their search. From now on, may you live no more days in fear."
Sunday's expression did not change. Nor did his tone.
?
?!
The audience was filled with confusion.
Nearly everyone had firmly believed Sunday wouldn't offer protection.
But now not only was he shielding the man—he was also helping remove his future concerns.
The audience couldn't understand.
How could this be tolerated?
But before the barrage of comments resumed,
The third confessor had already stepped forward.
It was someone whose voice was unmistakably that of an irritating The Pepeshi.
"Long time no see, Penacony's most spotlighted man—Sunday of the Oak family?"
The Pepeshi spoke with mock formality.
"…I have already implored Him to be with me. You may begin."
Sunday's voice still maintained the same tone as before.
But in its subtle edges, the audience could detect a sense of weariness.
"Alright then."
The Pepeshi was completely unfazed: "Ahem, I have sinned. Please forgive me—I wasted half a slice of pizza and a bottle of Soda."
"That's it. Nothing else. Don't you have some lines to recite? Hurry up, I need to catch a game!"
After the confession, The Pepeshi's contempt was obvious.
"Are you… willing to make amends through good deeds, to repay the punishment you deserve?"
Sunday's voice dropped slightly.
"Ha! Punishment?"
"I'll tell you—The Family has no right to judge me. And neither do you!"
"Who doesn't know The Family's skeletons? Forgot about the Watchmaker? Screw you!"
"I'm not falling for your act—go trick someone else. Don't think you can fool me too."
"Hmph. Hope you don't forget who gave the Oak family its current status. Anyway, I'm out. Hope you win the election—don't make me lose money!" The Pepeshi left arrogantly.
Leaving Sunday alone, silent in the confession room.
His long-unmoved posture finally shifted.
He seemed about to look up at the light above.
But just then—
The screen faded to black again.
"O soul of the heaven above, hear my question…"
"If the weak must sacrifice everything just to survive, can they still be granted grace?"
"If even the purest souls err, who shall comfort them?"
"If aiding the weak truly forms the foundation of paradise, then who… leaves them to suffer and cry in this world?"
This time, the confessor became the questioner.
In the darkness, a deep, inner chill rose in the hearts of countless viewers.
On that dark screen appeared many different faces—but in their minds,
One towering figure remained:
Sunday, in all his different incarnations.
From his very first appearance—gentle and courteous, helping book rooms for the Express.
To the poised and wise Sunday dealing with those of vastly different identities.
To the confident and commanding Sunday facing Aventurine in the manor.
And that Sunday, when for the first time he showed anger and completely lost his composure for the sake of his sister.
And the moment when he saw his sister again, and showed a satisfied smile.
These images kept flipping and merging at this moment, forming the public's perception of Sunday.
Gentle, kind, and a young and promising elite.
At least, that was what the audience believed Sunday to be before this segment appeared.
And after this segment ended, more fragments came back to the audience's mind.
That conversation between brother and sister, the debate about the survival of the bird with broken wings.
And now, a man who worked diligently, who prayed sincerely because of the heavy pressure from work.
A man who sold his child just to come to Penacony—an animal.
Maybe he was sincere, but much of it stemmed from oppressive pressure.
A proud man who used money and capital to control the Oak family line.
He had no reverence for prayer, treating something sacred in the eyes of ordinary people as worthless.
And in the end, Sunday asked Xipe:
Does helping the weak with the strong really exist?
At that moment, a complete logical chain and transformation had taken shape.
And all those earlier images, debates, and prayers were ultimately for this one question.
As the head of the Oak lineage in Penacony, anyone could question Xipe, but only Sunday dared to do it!
And when he asked that question filled with confusion—the very foundation of Harmony—it could only mean one thing.
He was doubting the ideals of Harmony!
At that moment, even the dullest viewer could perfectly feel the explosion resulting from this long buildup.
The comments section exploded instantly!
...
: Holy shit! My scalp blew off when Sunday said that final sentence!
: When he started praying, I just felt bad for Sunday, thinking he had to face this kind of thing every day—and then it turns out it was all this?
: This guy is the deepest hidden wolf in Penacony!
: Before this, almost no one ever suspected Sunday—his performance was too perfect! No, even now I can hardly believe it!
: And, and every change had foreshadowing, every part was planted! Only when it was finally revealed did we fools realize! Holy crap! It's genius!
: When the little bird and Sunday argued, someone said Sunday was a realist .
: Looking back now, Sunday had long been questioning his beliefs through long confessions. After all, facing class issues daily—who wouldn't doubt?
: And Sunday's essence is that of an idealist, so he would start thinking: why is it like this? Ultimately, it leads to the conclusion that Harmony's idea of helping the weak with the strong is a lie!
: So he is the true discordant note! The real mastermind everyone's been searching for!
: Holy crap, just thinking about how no one— not even his own sister, Robin—suspected Sunday, even saw him as an ally, gives me goosebumps!
: This was hidden way too deep!
: It's back—the feeling from the first episode is back, and even more intense!
...
The moment the hidden wolf revealed himself—
The audience exploded!
And this is only the beginning.
In the show, Sunday's identity was revealed through expressive techniques and flashbacks.
But in the plot, no one knows yet.
The audience's emotions at this moment are extremely complex.
Shock at Sunday's identity and how deeply it was hidden.
Fear of the storm-like darkness beneath Sunday's gentle exterior.
And worry that the characters they love in the show may now be in danger—because of Sunday!