Starting with Fireflies, Speedrun the World

An ancient and supreme aura pressed down on Angel Yan, and she was unable to resist it even for a moment. Her body instinctively knelt down.

Her hands and feet seemed to be suspended by invisible, gossamer-like threads, as if someone were manipulating her like a puppet.

With a gentle touch of His knuckles, He directly stirred the myriad threads of the cosmic order.

Under His will, no one who intends to disrupt the world's order shall exist, and no one who has any ulterior motives shall live!

Everything in the universe should be maintained in order.

This is the One of Order.

Yan felt a chill run down her spine; she had never felt such fear even in front of Queen Keisha.

Star God...

They thought that they called themselves gods, and compared to such beings, they were simply too arrogant.

This is the true God.

He is the very concept of order.

"Order" is the cornerstone of the world, enabling everything to operate according to established rules and laws.

Taiyi is the guardian and guide of the cosmic order. His power transcends the understanding of living beings. His existence is to maintain the stability and security of the world and plays an important role in maintaining order and laws.

Yan was not afraid of death, but she was horrified to discover that the angels' justice and order were nothing in front of her.

The only supreme order in the world is Him.

Just as Angel Yan was completely controlled by the power of order, unable to move, and already had thoughts of death in her mind.

Sunday's voice suddenly rang out, continuing to speak of the final seventh day.

But his words sent chills down Angel Yan's spine!

"He gave meaning to all people in the world, and after creating all things in heaven and earth, He ceased all His work of creation."

"However, all beings cried out to Taiyi again: You define all people by 'order,' yet you make us realize that we are nothing but your puppets!"

"Therefore on that day, all the people were united as one and threw God into the pit of destruction."

"This is the seventh day."

Accompanied by the sound of Sunday, he appeared before Angel Yan, high above... like the legendary sun god, radiating golden light.

"..."

Angel Yan felt only fear and shivering. It was one thing that all things in heaven and earth were puppets of order, but the important thing was that such a creator was dead?

She had only just come to understand the terror and power of the Star Gods of Order, which was something the known universe could not resist, yet such a being was dead.

Can such a being also die?

Only now did she understand why she had heard the words "order is dead" earlier.

But if He really is dead, then why does Sunday still allow His faith to continue, and why has the power of His order, which is the source of all this, not disappeared...?

Angel Yan suddenly thought of a possibility and looked at Sunday in front of her with some shock.

Religious beliefs on Earth include the idea of ​​God's death and resurrection within faith. There is also the Christian story of Jesus' death and the miracle of God's return.

Even the phrase "order is dead" is strikingly similar to one of the famous sayings of the German philosopher Nietzsche, "God is dead."

Could it be that this Sunday is meant to resurrect, or even replace, the already deceased God of Order? After all, isn't he currently wielding the authority of Order?

On Sunday, he saw the fear in Angel Yan's eyes and knew what she was thinking, but he didn't say anything or care.

I'm not worried that she knows too much...

Because at this moment, even the angel herself was unaware that she had become a puppet of order.

Otherwise, why would I waste time with her on Sunday?

Without mentioning Taiichi again, Sunday instead asked her a question.

"Miss Yan, in your opinion... what constitutes a happy life?"

"..."

Faced with this question, Angel Yan remained silent, unable to answer.

But Sunday didn't care about her answer at all and went straight to his thoughts and goals.

"Human consciousness is essentially an illusion, a series of prisons called 'self-worth.' People are led astray by this illusion, commit mistakes, and the consequences are borne by external things."

When one mistake after another fills a population, becoming impossible to trace... these individual prisons together form a prison, governed by a natural law called "survival of the fittest."

"Nature is always accompanied by plunder and sacrifice... its opposite is called 'order'."

"What I want to do is precisely this: to bring the happiness of all beings under a single order."

"Only when people no longer have to make bitter choices, no longer have to confront the weaknesses of human nature, and have shed their animalistic instincts can they build a paradise that belongs to humankind."

"However, simply describing the idea is too abstract, so let me give a simple example. On this planet, there exists a social system called 'two-day weekends' or 'three-day weekends.'"

"On the hard-won days off, people are able to escape the pressures of life and return to peace of mind."

"Only on such days, when people are not subject to the law of the jungle, can they 'live happily' for these few short days."

"It's just a pity... that two or three days and nights is still too short compared to a long life."

"In my view, the ideal social system should be a seven-day weekend."

"The day after Sunday is the second, the third, and everlasting Sunday—this is the face of the new world, a day of eternal peace and inaction."

"The journey begins here, and everyone can return to their original place in the paradise."

"Some gaze at the Milky Way, intently calculating the distance of 'Pegana' from us; others embrace in a corner, free from unnecessary responsibilities..."

He shared his thoughts on Sunday.

Moreover, he doesn't just talk about it; he really will do it to make this world his ideal paradise.

Every day is Sunday, which is a great metaphor, but it doesn't mean only that.

It would be too narrow-minded to think that way about others.

The main meaning is that in his ordered paradise, everyone is not bound by the "survival of the fittest" jungle law of society at any time.

Everyone can achieve equal and free development and do what they want to do according to their ideals.

It resembles a utopian form of socialism.

In an ordinary world where no one possesses extraordinary power, Sunday's idea would naturally not succeed and would face many problems, since reality is about material production.

However, with the support of the Sunday order, this is not impossible; "His" power can fully guarantee that there will be no worries.

People only need to do what they want under the protection of order, without being oppressed by capital.

Humans are no longer slaves to companies and capital, but complete human beings.

He will take care of the material aspects.

Moreover, this does not mean that one can do whatever one wants and do whatever bad things one wants; that would not be order, but chaos.

Law and order still exist...

However, after hearing what Sunday said, Angel Yan was at a loss for words.

Is every day Sunday?

It was indeed a bold idea, but she only felt that the guy in front of her was a madman.

According to his words, she saw in him a dictatorial ideology of "only I am weak" and an autocratic mindset of ruling over all people.

He placed himself in a supreme position and then used force to weaken the weak, deciding for himself who was the weaker party and who needed or did not need a future.

This will eliminate all suffering for the weak.

……

……

On Sunday, having left the other dimension of order, it was no longer important whether Angel Yan could understand his thoughts.

However, being a puppet of order is an unchangeable reality. But there's no rush to bring her out yet. Under Taiyi's influence of order, he feels that she can go further on the path of order.

The path of order is not just an explanation; even if the other party does not agree with one's concept of order, one can still embark on the path of order by having one's own understanding of order.

On Sundays, you won't force the other person to change their mind.

"It seems the Taotie invasion will happen sooner than expected, which is fine..."

Noticing the situation in outer space, the movements of the Taotie were observed on Sunday, for some reason earlier than in the original story.

However, these Taotie legions were not the main force, but only a small advance force.

He didn't need to personally deal with these outsiders; his people around him could handle it.

They are hardly formidable enemies; they are merely cannon fodder, despite their advanced technology compared to Earth's.

After thinking about it, I notified a few people to come over on Sunday.

Chapter 15 The Fox Spirit, Ah Li

The afternoon sun shone through the half-open window, casting dappled light and shadow on the soft sofa.

A set of exquisite teaware was placed on the table. The patterns on the porcelain shimmered in the sunlight, and a faint aroma of tea filled the air, carrying a hint of sweetness and warmth.

Beautiful as an angel, no, even more beautiful and dazzling than any angel in this world, Miss Robin sat on a wicker chair, gently lifting her teacup and sipping the rich aroma of the tea.

The aroma of tea spread in my mouth, as if it could take away all my fatigue and worries.

Although she is an artist, Robin is different from other star singers. She doesn't have as many commercial performances and doesn't have to constantly schedule work to make money for the company.

Therefore, she has a lot of time to herself.

Her company has already helped her secure an invitation to the singing competition, but it will still be some time before it starts.

The robin closed its eyes, savoring the tranquility and comfort of the moment, a sense of indescribable satisfaction welling up within it.

The small speaker next to me played soft music, the melody flowing like a spring in my heart, making me feel incredibly relaxed and happy.

Gently swirling the teacup, listening to music, I savor this precious afternoon tea time.

Outside the window, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves. Occasionally, a bird flies by, leaving behind a string of clear chirps.