Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"We were the ones who helped you with those bananas just now. Doesn't that show our sincerity?"

"Huh? You guys did it?" Potio turned around and frowned at Reck.

"What exactly are they here for?"

"And what are you planning to do now?"

“Mr. Potio, they are new actors.” Rick smiled slightly, his eyes sharp.

"As the only head of the family who can still move freely within the Stars of the Grand Gathering, I am very pleased to see them participate in the plays."

'Thump thump thump thump—'

Suddenly, Potio's phone rang.

"..."

He glanced warily at the three men, then quickly holstered his gun and answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"Wait... where is my cell phone signal coming from?"

Botio flipped the phone over and glanced at the phone case; it was blue and pink.

"Ah, I remembered it."

"This belongs to that girl from the Nameless Guest's group. She lent it to me to call Luanpo before..."

"Hello? Hello? Something terrible has happened!" A strange voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Quickly transfer me to the Emperor! The former head of the Oak family has already occupied the Morning Dew Mansion on Sunday! Requesting backup! Requesting backup!!"

"Huh? What is that?" Potio was stunned.

The voice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment.

"Aren't you the Emperor's secretary?"

"..."

Portio hung up the phone decisively and glared fiercely at the two people in front of him.

"Hey, someone from Chaolu Mansion just called to say that it's been taken over by the former head of the Oak family again. What's going on?"

"You little brat with wings on your head, is this how you come to help?"

"Please let me explain," Sunday said calmly, trying to soothe the situation.

“Mr. Potio, they mean no harm.” At that moment, another man arrived at the battlefield.

It was none other than Danheng, who had originally stayed at Chaolu Mansion.

"Huh? It's you." Seeing Danheng also come out to vouch for Sunday, Potio asked in surprise:

"I just heard that this guy has taken over the Chaolu Mansion. Could this be considered helping him?"

"That's because those good-for-nothings are doing nothing right; we're acting on behalf of God!" Wanwei stepped forward, his expression serious.

"If you don't trust us, you can always trust the nameless stranger."

"..."

“I was just about to ask that,” Potio said, narrowing his eyes and scrutinizing Vanwick’s appearance. “Who are you?”

It looks like a Pipishi person, with the appearance of a child, but it doesn't have the characteristic pom-pom on its head.

"and many more……"

Suddenly, Potio seemed to realize something, abruptly took a step back, and looked at Sunday with an uncertain expression.

"Your son has grown so much?!"

Sunday:"……"

Chapter 1102 is about us together.

"No, please stop following me!"

Running into the empty street, Montana finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted at March 7, who was chasing after her relentlessly.

"Montana...?"

March 7th was startled and stopped in her tracks.

"Montana, how are you? Have you not yet woken up from the bewitching influence of those monkeys?"

"Don't worry, I'll take you to see Potio right now, or you can find Yan. We'll treat you again, and this time you'll definitely be fine!"

"No, I haven't been misled at all!"

Montana straightened up, met March 7's gaze, and said with grief and indignation:

"Isn't it nice to be a sleeping banana monkey?"

"Being born as a human being brings so many troubles! I'm already exhausted, I'm about to break down."

"We finally have such a beautiful dream to live in, and you people just have to shatter it."

"Is making everyone in the world so tired your way of pioneering?!"

"Montana..."

March 7th was stunned, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

“I’m fed up with the pressure of credits and coursework, I’m fed up with the stress of this society, I feel like I can’t breathe every day!” Montana grabbed her hair with both hands, her eyes wide with anger.

"The appearance of the sleeping banana monkey was like a bed, and I thought I could finally sit down and rest."

"I really, really don't want to keep worrying about an uncertain tomorrow. What's wrong with becoming a little monkey? Will I become unhappy because of it?"

"But... once you turn into a little monkey, all your previous efforts will be wasted." March 7th looked conflicted.

"Montana, look... you've been accepted into the renowned Origami University in the galaxy, a prestigious institution that many people dream of attending."

"There are many wonderful things waiting for you in your future life, so never give up on yourself."

"So what if I get into Origami University?" Montana retorted. "And even if I get a decent job after graduation, so what?"

"Living is exhausting; living is a sin."

Does having more wealth and a higher status guarantee happiness?

"Compared to the desolate times of the past, aren't we, this generation, living a life a million times better? Why don't we feel happy?"

"Back then, there were no electric lights, no air conditioning, no television, no game consoles... We were like savages, struggling to survive every day."

“But what about now?” Montana was even more melancholy.

"We stayed in the best hotel and used the most advanced dream-inducing equipment."

"Compared to the past, humans seem to be able to do everything now, but why are we still unhappy?"

Montana's question could not be answered by March 7th.

But a voice inside her told her that it was wrong to indulge in the degenerate world created by the sleeping banana monkey.

If you really want to find a dreamlike place to sleep, you might as well go to Sunday's seven-day weekend paradise instead of this banana-sleeping time...

Looking at Montana with her hazy eyes, March 7th was speechless for a moment.

She didn't understand many profound principles, but the sadness in the girl's words was genuine, and March 7th could feel it.

“Montana, you…you can think about your family.”

"Now that things have come to this, are all you people who live in the sunlight capable of using family to bind me?"

Montana clenched her fists.

"If the meaning of life is to be forever burdened by messy responsibilities, then isn't being sober a form of torture?"

"I'm tired, I'm really tired, March 7th."

"Please, please, let the sleeping banana monkey go, okay?"

"..."

On March 7, as I was falling into self-doubt, I heard voices behind me.

"Student, it's normal to feel tired and want to sleep, but when you wake up, you have to face tomorrow properly."

Yan Huan, clutching a bundle of ninja scrolls, slowly walked towards the two from the darkness.

"This world has never been a good place, but we spend our whole lives striving for it."

"If you become a monkey with degenerated intelligence, you'll have even less of a chance."

"Yan?" March 7th turned around, his pinkish-blue eyes wide. "Are you done?"

"Ah."

Yan Huan tossed the scroll to March 7th and advised Montana in front of her:

"Becoming a monkey doesn't bring happiness. Even with low intelligence, monkeys will still fight over bananas."

"Monkeys need to eat too; there's no such thing as a paradise in this world."

"Resources are limited, but human desires are limitless. As long as there is consciousness, there will be conflict."

"Becoming mentally disabled will only trap you in a prison cell. Without the ability to resist life, you can hardly be considered happy."

“It’s you…” Montana raised her eyes slightly, her gaze flickering.

"Ha, will my Stealth Peregrine Falcon get stolen if I park it here?"

Yan Huan twirled the car keys in her hand and smiled calmly:

"If you're tired, just sleep here for a while. You could sleep until the Big Bang."

"But some damn scumbags are still waiting for us to punish them."

"Would you like to lend us a hand before going to bed? I can lend you a car."

"You have quite the nerve." A small figure appeared in the alley, hands on hips, looking at Yan Huan with disdain.