Honkai Star Rail: I am Godzilla, domineering and rampant.

He looked up at the sky, where countless meteors streaked past, and countless firm wills flickered.

It seemed that this was the Galaxy Ranger's summoning moment...

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Countless brilliant meteors streaked across the sky.

Each one carried a powerful will that shook the entire dreamscape.

That was the embodiment of the hunt also known as the Galaxy Rangers.

This journey was for the light that soared into the skies, and to inherit the unfinished mission of predecessors, to dispel the shadows looming over this world!

"Hey! You over there! That's way too much!" March 7th stood with hands on hips, glaring angrily at Sunday.

"A dream within a dream? You're more twisted than any villain I've ever seen!"

If it hadn't been for Miss Robin waking up first through sheer willpower and tirelessly guiding the others with her song, the Astral Express's trailblazing journey would've ended here in Penacony!

Sunday lowered his head silently, eyes scanning the group.

Their awakening from the Order's Dream signaled the beginning of the true final battle.

This battle would determine the future path of Penacony.

Would it be Sunday's idealized world of seven perfect holidays, or the real world as they knew it, even with its imperfections and pain?

"Then let us fight a fair battle,"

Sunday declared.

He was a proud man, but also someone willing to pave the way for all living beings. This battle would be the boundary.

From here on, the future of Penacony would be decided!

"Pfft, now he's talking about fairness? Honestly, I kinda admire him," March 7th twitched at the corner of her mouth.

Should she call Sunday noble, or just crazily confident?

Everyone capable of stopping him in Penacony was present, and even the Galaxy Rangers was helping shake the foundation of the dream, and yet he still dared to say "fair battle."

"Everyone is happily living in the dream, without pain or death. Why are you stopping me?"

It sounded like a question, but also like he was asking himself.

Sunday muttered softly.

Everything in the dream was beautiful. Harmony couldn't bring happiness to all, so he would carry the hopes of the people and erase all suffering from the world.

Why were there so many obstacles before his "Seven Sundays"...

"Because people are born free!"

At that moment, for some unknown reason, the usually silent and contemplative Stelle opened her eyes.

She lightly dusted off her hat and slowly put it on, her gaze firm.

"I don't have some grand philosophy. And I can't speak for those trapped in the dream. But dragging people into an eternal dream without even asking them, is your dream really that wonderful?"

Stelle raised her head slightly, looking Sunday in the eye.

"If your dream is really so beautiful, then when you proposed it, shouldn't people have rushed in willingly? Why did you force them?"

Sunday gave no answer, only shook his head slightly.

His resolve was unshakable; mere words couldn't move him.

How could ordinary people comprehend his greatness?

Pioneers always walk ahead, misunderstood by others. This paradise was the embodiment of his will, the symbol of beauty, the burden of his... nobility?

Stelle had no hope that her words could sway this man, lost in his own delusion.

Seeing that she wouldn't speak further, Sunday raised his conductor's baton. Notes materialized into reality, and the resounding music of praise surged around him.

The Chorus of Harmony revealed its true power!

"Get ready , he's about to attack!" Himeko warned.

Seeing this, everyone prepared themselves until,

"Sunday, do you know what's the most important thing when chasing dreams?"

Sunday's movements paused. He was curious what Stelle would say.

She raised her head, one hand pressing her hat, the other slowly lifting, fingers shaped like a gun pointed at Sunday.

Her white teeth flashed in a grin.

"When you mess with people, you gotta pay the price!"

BOOM!

...

A thick tail paused in motion. Godzilla blinked and tilted his head slightly, the movement was so noticeable even the Miss Messenger noticed.

"What's wrong?" she asked in confusion.

Godzilla didn't answer. In front of him stood a little gray-haired figure with eyes closed, muttering something only he could faintly hear...

"Godzilla, Godzilla, Godzilla..."

Dreams are a strange thing.

Unless one is stronger than the dream's master on a spiritual level, that master is invincible within their own dream.

But Godzilla's dream was different. At least the Miss Messenger knew Penacony's dreams were formed from massive leaks of "Memory Matter," like giant holes of glowing light scattered across the universe.

If not for that, Penacony wouldn't have become such a famous tourist destination, the so-called "Land of Dreams."

It attracted countless dream-chasers.

"Whew!"

Like a steel whip, the massive tail lashed again.

This time, the sound was like thunder, shaking the world. The force tore open a chasm in the 'land' below, stretching far into the unseen distance.

"Eh?!"

The sudden noise startled the Miss Messenger.

Before she could react, there was a thunderous boom, and suddenly, her line of sight was elevated unnaturally.

Before the Miss Messenger could grasp what was happening, Godzilla's gaze slowly dropped from the sky to the ground.

"If this is a dream, then…" he thought.

He lifted his right foot , and then,

BOOOOM!!!

"AAAAHHH!! I'M AFRAID OF HEIGHTS!!"

Accompanied by the deafening sound of the land splitting open, Godzilla's body plunged downward like a meteor piercing through the galaxy, mixed with Miss Messenger's wailing cries that sounded like both sobbing and howling.

...

Penacony, Golden Hour?

In the sky, a fiery meteor appeared.

Unlike the meteors drawn across the sky by the Galaxy Rangers, this one burned with raging flames, hurtling straight downward! Rumbling loudly!

Everyone had already been drawn in by the sudden meteor shower, and at first, seeing this unusual fiery meteor made them feel puzzled and excited, but that excitement quickly turned into panic.

Gulp.

No one knew whose swallowing sound broke the silence.

"Hey, I mean, the dreamscape should be fine... right?"

"Should be... Didn't The Family say dreams are absolutely safe? And we've never heard of anyone dying in a dream."

"Yeah, I've tried before, every time I'd get forcibly awakened by the hotel, it's nothing. This must be one of The Family's acts, just like those other meteors."

"Right, right, for sure... Why are you all standing so far away?"

Hearing these words, someone nodded repeatedly, just about to agree, but upon turning their head, realized they were the only one left, everyone else had backed far away.

"...Wait for me!"

...

As if the sky had been torn apart, a fire-wrapped meteor furiously crashed toward the earth!

Sunday stared at the rapidly approaching meteor, eyes narrowing, assuming it was yet another creation of the awakened ones. Subconsciously, he waved his conductor's baton, lines of musical notes materialized, wrapping around the sky like a galactic score.

Within them was the will of the Oak family line and the will of this dreamscape.

Just as it was completed,

Crack!

That sound, like a thunderclap, snapped everyone out of their stupor!

BOOM!!!

The ground shook violently, Sunday felt as if the entire dream was trembling, unable to stand firm.

The immense power made the entire Grand Theater sway as if it might collapse.

The stage, supported by the powers of fate and the decorations of the past, cracked.

Before the crowd could react, a wave of scorching heat swept over, fluttering their robes, the familiar warmth brushed over them again.

When the dust finally cleared, everyone saw the true cause of it all.

A "great wall."

A thick, long tail cut through the air, and the wind it stirred casually sliced nearby buildings in half.

The unrestrained wild aura sent shivers through the crowd.

Its colossal body could still be seen clearly even within the theater.

Sweeping its gaze across the scene, Godzilla lowered its head slightly, overlooking Sunday, who had transformed into a mini-giant. Its vertical pupils shifted, was there a Stellaron here?

The next second, it raised its head.

"ROAARR––!!!"

A wave of sound shattered the clouds, dispersing them, bursting the eardrums.

"Godzilla…"

Seeing that figure clearly, Sunday's tone deepened.

If there was anything in the universe he truly feared, something that could threaten his dream paradise, it would be other Emanators.

The Harmonious Choir's power was on par with the Emanators.

That strength was the foundation of his confidence in building his paradise.

However, there were also others present that gave him concern.

The girl with the Stellaron, a being capable of containing the cancer of myriad worlds.

But she wasn't his biggest concern. As long as he was careful and brought her into the dreamscape, no matter the nature of the Stellaron inside her, it wouldn't affect his plan.

Yet, based on the rumors he'd heard, the reason this beast, Godzilla, appeared in the Xianzhou Luofu was because of her!

Because of that, he'd been extremely cautious, afraid any leaks would cause her to summon Godzilla.

If that happened, Penacony would surely be reduced to scorched earth.

He looked up at Godzilla, who he had only ever seen in videos, now right before his eyes.

The pressure it exuded was beyond any ordinary Emanators.

Such power, it was worthy of being the one who annihilated the Lord Ravager.

...

"What the hell, what kind of adorable abomination is that thing?"

Seeing Godzilla break through the barriers and descend from the heavens, Boothill felt his scalp tingle.

As a Galaxy Ranger, he always operated alone, and due to rushing to Penacony, he hadn't had time to read the news or reports, so... could someone tell him what the heck that big guy was?!

"Godzilla, a beast that recently appeared in the universe."

Just as that thought crossed his mind, a voice answered beside him.

Turning his head, he saw Black Swan standing next to him, shocked, astounded, watching the beast that had descended upon Penacony.

Now she understood why that little gray-haired girl had asked her all those questions.

So you can even summon this into Penacony?!

"Godzilla? What is that? Whatever, can it beat that chicken-wing guy?" Boothill waved dismissively, asking.

"…"

After a moment of silence, Black Swan spoke faintly:

"Not long ago, he fought the Lord Ravager Zephyro alone, and won."

"WHAT!!!"

...

"So... the one you just recited is... that guy?" March 7th swallowed hard, unsure where to put her hands, finally crossing them over her chest.

Welt remained silent.

He vaguely remembered, Godzilla seemed to… loathe dreamscapes?

Which version of Godzilla was it again…

But the battle wouldn't wait for their thoughts to settle…

Godzilla's vertical pupils looked around with interest, sensing the unique fluctuations from the Stellaron.

After a moment of silence, Sunday seemed to finally recover from the shock and looked at Godzilla.

"Thanks to your arrival, I shall declare my will to you with the utmost reverence!"

Face the challenge head-on!

Sunday would not waver from this impact, but he understood that the being before him, capable of traveling from the distant Xianzhou Luofu or even the planet named Jarilo to Penacony, possessed power beyond his comprehension.

If that's the case, then let his own will shake him, to create an eternal paradise, a world without suffering, for the future of the Seven-Day Holiday!

Sunday... No, he was now the Choir of Harmony, Divine Lord Sunday!

He would use his own will to bring an ideal paradise to this world!

Power surged, music echoed, a powerful melody resonated throughout the entire dreamscape.

At this moment, he held nothing back, pouring forth his entire strength and will!

Godzilla slightly raised his eyes, watching the notes filled with countless wills approach him. He neither dodged nor defended, like a tall mountain weathering the winds. In his eyes, those notes contained countless wills and carried the power of order.

But...

"I am order!"

Godzilla did not move. In that instant, his immense spiritual power burst forth without restraint, not to attack Divine Lord Sunday before him, nor to defend against the imminent strike.

Instead, it directly connected with the entire dreamscape!

In the dreamscape, Godzilla was invincible as well!

Boom,

A single note struck Godzilla.

It dissipated into stardust without causing even a ripple.

"How is this possible?"

Divine Lord Sunday stared in shock and spoke subconsciously.

But this was only the beginning.

Countless notes that had yet to touch Godzilla began to vanish. The elegant musical staff lines visibly disintegrated. Not only that, the entire dreamscape trembled!

Golden hour, Daybreak, Gilded Hour... All twelve moments trembled without exception!

At the same time, Divine Lord Sunday felt it, he was being disconnected from the dreamscape. No, the dreamscape was rejecting him!

More precisely, the power of the dreamscape was expelling him!

In the past, stowaways had to be hunted down and expelled by the Hound family, but this time was different. This dreamscape seemed alive. It did not want to be controlled by him and was pushing him out.

In a way he couldn't accept.

"Why!"

His confused eyes looked at his hands. The power that once obeyed his will now felt obscure and heavy, as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, utterly unresponsive.

He didn't understand why the dreamscape had changed. Clearly, he was the master who had created it, the architect of this paradise.

But now, the paradise he built with his own hands was rejecting him. He felt like a mere guest.

"What's going on?"

Everyone looked on, bewildered.

Just moments ago, Sunday was attacking Godzilla, yet the surrounding power dispersed before it could even reach him.

That could have been explained as Godzilla's special ability disrupting the attack, but now what was happening?

Sunday stood frozen, motionless.

Worse yet… people could vaguely see through the crack caused by Godzilla's impact that someone was looking up from below.

Not in a trance from the dreamscape, but awake, just like them, clearly regaining awareness from the dream!

"Because Godzilla is taking over this dreamscape. More precisely, under Godzilla's power, this dreamscape has no ability to resist. That guy is being forced out of the dream because he can't compete with Godzilla."

"Ghost!"

March 7th turned her head and screamed instinctively when she saw a hooded figure had appeared beside her at some point.

"What ghost! Show some respect for my profession! I'm a Messenger from the Garden of Recollection! A messenger who came with Godzilla!"

Annoyed by March 7th's shriek, the Messenger girl shouted, trying to outdo her with volume.

It was one thing for Godzilla to ignore her, he was a big shot, but couldn't they at least respect her profession?

Wasn't there a Memokeeper aboard the Astral Express too?

"Ahem, Miss Messenger, sorry. Little March is just a bit nervous. Please, continue."

With a cough, Himeko broke the strange atmosphere and spoke.

Hearing Himeko's words, the Memokeeper gave March 7th a snort. Before she could continue her explanation, another voice chimed in nearby.

"Simply put, Godzilla has forcibly taken over Penacony's dreamscape with his overwhelming power. Now, the master of this dream is Godzilla."

Everyone looked toward the voice and saw Black Swan gazing at Godzilla's figure with a complex expression, her tone heavy.

She, Black Swan, who had traveled the universe and witnessed countless events, could certainly be called knowledgeable. What hadn't she seen?

This, this she truly hadn't seen before.

ROAR,

Just as everyone was still talking, another roar tore through the skies.

Godzilla raised his head and roared to the skies.

Where the sound swept through, light pierced the clouds and fell like the final judgment!

This dreamscape had completely changed owners!