I just wanted you to make a movie: You made a Honkai Star Rail movie

Sunday slightly raised his head, looking down at Aventurine with an assessing, superior gaze.

"And the box storing the Cornerstone, right?"

"Heh, the Cornerstone… I've heard that's a valuable asset of the Strategic Investment Department—sealed with the authority of the 'Preservation' Qlipoth."

"Each Non-Performing Asset Liquidation Specialists holds one."

Hearing this— The audience outside the screen were already overwhelmed with excitement over this explosive piece of information!

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As expected.

The people from Penacony are all highly skilled!

Even a Cornerstone of Preservation has appeared!

The audience watched the screen nervously yet expectantly.

On the screen, Aventurine and Sunday were engaged in an intense verbal confrontation.

Sunday, who had instantly seen through Aventurine's true intentions, took the initiative, "An item this valuable surely demands an equally costly return."

"But as you know, if the truth is to come to light, a certain level of risk is necessary." Aventurine spread his hands, bargaining.

"Mr. Aventurine, when you go out, do you always pay attention to your appearance?"

"Do you carefully match your shirt and coat, ensuring that no threads are loose?" Sunday suddenly asked a question that seemed entirely unrelated to their negotiation.

"Of course." Aventurine remained unfazed and answered naturally.

"But I don't. Because that is not 'proper.' One should ensure everything is in order before stepping out, leaving no room for error."

"I never take any risks. Therefore, the cornerstone must be in the custody of The Family."

Sunday stated calmly, his tone and expression as warm as ever.

Yet his words were a direct rejection of Aventurine's request.

This firm stance made the smile on Aventurine's face gradually fade. Still, he hesitated before asking, "No room for negotiation at all?"

"Don't make me refuse you a second time." Sunday smiled as he replied.

Amid what seemed like a simple bargaining exchange, no one noticed the crucial hints hidden in Sunday's words.

The emphasis on maintaining order before stepping out, the unwavering finality in his response—Xia Wen had already laid down plenty of foreshadowing.

Only a small portion of the audience vaguely sensed that something was off in Sunday's words.

This unease mostly stemmed from Sunday's demeanor.

Because his words didn't quite align with what they knew about the governing figures.

Yet, no matter how they thought about it, they couldn't grasp the truth hidden behind his words.

On-screen, the negotiation was reaching its peak.

Under Sunday's relentless gaze, Aventurine suddenly gave in. "Forget it, fine. I'll just take the gift money. That, at least, you'll give me, right?"

...

: What the hell?! He's giving up on the cornerstone?!

: Damn, this is the first time in the story Aventurine has been completely overpowered!

: Sunday didn't even entertain his tactics! He just left Aventurine with no way out!

: Hahaha, serves you right, you liar! Sunday, well done! Finally gave us some satisfaction!

: No more worrying about Aventurine deceiving us. This scumbag lies all the time—now he's met his match.

: Truly, one thing subdues another, haha.

: Wait, don't you guys think something feels off? Someone like Aventurine, giving up the cornerstone so easily?

: I also feel like something's strange. Sunday's behavior… how do I put it? There's an odd sense of discord, but I can't pinpoint why.

: You guys are just overthinking. What's there to suspect? This is The Family's territory. If Aventurine didn't give up, what, was he going to take Sunday down instead?

: His tricks only work on simpletons. Against an old hand? Not a chance.

...

The comments flooded the screen.

The audience's reaction was understandable.

After all, since the beginning of the show, Aventurine had led them into dead ends time and again.

Having been deceived multiple times, the audience had grown somewhat exasperated.

Now, with Sunday delivering this blow, it felt like long-overdue justice.

However, even after Aventurine had conceded this much, Sunday still wasn't ready to lower his guard.

"Your compromise came even faster than I expected. Unfortunately, rather than a businessman… you seem more like a gambler to me."

"I can give you the gift money. But first, I want you to tell me—"

"What exactly is inside that box you so readily abandoned?"

Sunday's relentless vigilance once again satisfied the audience.

As expected of someone from 'Concordance'—his methods were meticulous and precise.

Aventurine, however, did not respond immediately.

This made Sunday curve his lips into a slight smile as he turned to look at him.

The two locked eyes in silence for a moment.

Then, Sunday suddenly closed his eyes and began chanting,

"Oh, Triple-Faced Soul, please sear his tongue and palms with a hot iron, so that he will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows."

Around the screen, distorted waves of seven-colored light surged forth.

Aventurine's pupils shrank. Before he could speak, Sunday smiled and said, "I told you, in my eyes, you are a gambler. So I implore Them to shine Their light, and question you in Their stead."

"Now, you have 113 seconds to prove your innocence— to gain my trust."

The smile had completely vanished from Aventurine's face. He pressed his lips together and asked, "And if I refuse to answer?"

"Then go ahead and try—we'll see if the Harmony rejects you." Sunday replied leisurely.

Aventurine immediately fell silent.

From the audience's perspective, he seemed to be weighing his options under immense pressure.

At the same time, this was also the first display of the Harmony's power— and it was the mysterious domain of the spirituality.

The audience widened their eyes, completely drawn in by the suddenly tense atmosphere.

"Question: Do you own a Cornerstone?"

Under the gaze of 'Harmony,' Sunday looked at Aventurine.

"Yes."

Aventurine lifted his eyes, looked directly at the other party, and answered decisively.

"A very concise answer."

"You also understand that speaking too much leads to mistakes."

Sunday chuckled softly but didn't mind the subtle caution, continuing.

"Did you hand over the Cornerstone to The Family when you entered Penacony?"

"Yes."

"Does the Cornerstone you handed over to The Family belong to you?"

"Yes."

"At this moment, is your Cornerstone inside this room?"

"Yes."

"Is your memory free from any kind of tampering or deletion, encompassing but not restricted to the techniques of the Garden of Recollection?"

"Yes."

"Are you an Avgin from Sigonia?"

"Yes. You even know about that?"

"Do the Avgins have any ability to read, tamper with, or manipulate one's own or another's mind?"

"No, does it matter?"

Question after question.

Sunday was like an incredibly cautious hunter, systematically sweeping through every corner where deception could lurk.

...

: Sunday is basically interrogating him at this point.

: And he's being incredibly thorough. Damn, we wouldn't have even thought of these questions otherwise.

: First, confirm that the Cornerstone is in the room, then ask if the memory has been altered—once he gets a definite answer, he can go deeper with the questions!

: He even asked about Aventurine's lineage, making sure that nothing is overlooked beyond his known intelligence.

: Because if the memory was tampered with, then even heartfelt statements might not be true.

: This is to ensure Aventurine hasn't been impersonated, self-hypnotized, or manipulated into forgetting something.

: Damn, Sunday considered everything—things we could think of and things we couldn't.

: Tsk, tsk, Aventurine is in real trouble now. Facing Sunday, his secrets are getting stripped away.

...

Just as the audience marveled at Sunday's meticulous mind, his questioning took a strange turn.

"Do you love your Family more than you love yourself?"

The question landed.

Aventurine, who had been answering mechanically all this time, finally showed a shift in expression.

He slightly parted his lips in surprise, then, after a few seconds, nodded. "Yes."

Family?

The audience, already familiar with Aventurine's background from earlier, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Under Harmony's gaze, there was no need to worry that Aventurine was lying—everything he said was real.

And yet, this man—a deceiver, honey-tongued but ruthless, with eyes only for personal gain—

He loved his family more than himself?

For a moment, countless viewers felt deeply conflicted.

Because, as far as they knew... Aventurine's family was already completely gone.

"All the Avgins were killed in a massacre. Am I right?"

"No."

"Are you your clan's sole survivor?"

At that moment, Sunday was still smiling as he asked an extremely sensitive question.

The camera panned away from Aventurine's face for the first time in this Q&A session.

"…Perhaps."

After a brief silence, he replied.

That answer made the audience's emotions even harder to bear.

...

: Damn! What's going on? Why am I starting to feel sorry for Aventurine?

: This… this isn't the kind of answer I expected.

: Aventurine knows full well he's the only survivor, yet he still said 'perhaps'…

: He refuses to accept the truth.

: Loves his family more than himself, refuses to accept being the sole survivor, still clinging to impossible hope… This feels so wrong.

: Oh no, I'm starting to sympathize with Aventurine. But he's lied to us so many times!

: Damn… this dialogue is incredible. In just a few short exchanges, Aventurine, who seemed so one-dimensional at first, is suddenly becoming a three-dimensional character.

...

No matter how indifferent one felt toward Aventurine before, this moment was enough to stir something in anyone following the story.

And the "worst" part? Hating someone isn't scary.

What's scary is when that person, whom you once despised, starts showing traits that make you empathize with them.

Aventurine's character was becoming more complex, leaving the audience torn.

On screen, Sunday's questions grew even sharper.

" ...Do you hate and wish to destroy this world with your own hands?"

Hearing this, Aventurine let out an unconscious gasp.

His eyes flickered with a trace of panic, as if someone had reached deep into his soul…

After a moment of silence, he barely managed to answer.

"…I don't know."

Don't know?

Sunday smiled. "Interesting. Now, the final question..."

"Can you swear that at this very moment, the Aventurine stone is safe and sound in this box?"

The background music grew heavier at this moment.

The camera flashed three times in succession, showing three scenes,

A purple bird standing on the bookshelf behind Sunday and Aventurine.

A confrontation between Sunday and Aventurine.

Ratio suddenly letting out a cold snort.

Although the audience didn't fully understand what these images represented, they could still sense Aventurine's struggle and hesitation.

This was the first time such emotions had appeared on Aventurine.

"…Of course."

After a brief moment, Aventurine replied.

"It seems we have our answer. Open it, Mr. Aventurine."

"This is your last chance to defend your honor and earn my trust."

Sunday walked to the table, picked up the box, and placed it in front of Aventurine with deliberate movements.

The box slid to a stop before Aventurine.

As for Sunday himself, he sat down in a chair, crossed his legs, and made a gesture of invitation.

Aventurine placed both hands on the clasps of the box.

However, his gaze drifted toward the not-so-distant Ratio.

Ratio actually didn't dare to meet Aventurine's eyes and even averted his gaze.

"Please." Sunday urged, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the table.

His gaze locked onto Aventurine, the curve of his smile widening.

He looked as if he were watching a clown's desperate struggle!

Under immense pressure, Aventurine took a deep breath, hesitated no longer, and opened the box.

However— The box was empty!

No Cornerstone! Nothing at all!

Aventurine's mouth opened slightly as he stared blankly at the box.

"Are you looking for this?"

At this moment—

Sunday finally finished watching Aventurine's performance.

He lifted the cloth on the table beside him, revealing two round stones underneath.

One yellow, one green.

...

: Wait, what the hell?! What just happened?

: There are two Cornerstones?! Whose is the other one?

: So Aventurine actually deceived Sunday, but his plan got countered?

: Huh? What's going on? How did Sunday know?

: Oh no, this is bad! Aventurine is in serious trouble now, isn't he?

: No wonder Sunday felt off the whole time! From the moment Aventurine entered, Sunday had full control, and his presence was overwhelmingly dominant.

: Yeah! Based on Aventurine's previous characterization, he shouldn't have been manipulated this easily. He wouldn't just give up his Cornerstone—so there were actually two!

: The other Cornerstone must have been hidden in the gift money! There were two in total—one in the box, one in the gift money—it was meant to be a classic misdirection!

...

All the previous strategic moves—

All the strange inconsistencies—

Aventurine's easy surrender and Sunday's overwhelming dominance—

Everything was explained the moment the two Cornerstones were revealed.

As the chat exploded, the screen suddenly went black.

Time rewound to a few hours earlier.

An unexpected figure appeared before everyone—

Ratio!

And Sunday—was persuading him to defect!

"Learned Doctor, I believe you should seriously consider my proposal."

"After all, I have heard that your relationship with Mr. Aventurine has not been pleasant."

"I also know that you are a true scholar, whose pursuit of knowledge surpasses all else."

Faced with Sunday's attempt to win him over, Ratio calmly replied, "Then you should also understand that a true scholar would not lose more over meaningless pride."

"If you agree to assist The Family, I will present all our research findings on the Stellaron to you."

"You must realize—aside from The Family, no faction is willing to share such knowledge."

Sunday had already planned ahead.

As his words fell, under the audience's incredulous gaze—

Ratio merely sighed and said directly, "Tell me what you need me to do."

Ratio—whom the audience saw as a rational and loyal figure— had actually defected!

Before the audience could process this shocking betrayal, several critical pieces of information surfaced from Sunday and Ratio's conversation.

Long before meeting Aventurine in person, Sunday had already conducted extensive investigations and devised numerous strategies.

After turning Ratio, he focused on two key questions:

Since the Ten Stonehearts were united, would Aventurine use someone else's Cornerstone as a decoy? He needed Ratio to open Aventurine's box.

And on both points, Ratio provided satisfying answers.

For the Ten Stonehearts, Cornerstones were more valuable than their lives—they would never hand them over to someone else.

As for whose Cornerstone was in the box—once Ratio opened it, the answer was revealed.

It was Topaz's Cornerstone!