Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Let's get to know each other formally. I am Michael, the gravedigger of Liumeng Reef."

"The gravedigger...?" Yan Huan discovered a blind spot:

Whose grave are we guarding?

"Hehe, Mr. Yan Huan, you will soon get the answer you want."

Mika looked up at the night sky and sighed:

"Life on Liumeng Reef is very free, and there is no organization to speak of."

"Everyone lives their own life, and we don't interfere with each other. All I can do is clean a few tombstones every day."

At this moment, Misha, who was with the train crew, stepped forward and flattered them:

"Mr. Michael is too modest."

"Whenever lost dreamers are brought here, it is always Mr. Mika who takes on the responsibility of guardianship, either sending them back to their beautiful dreams or teaching them how to survive in the chaotic dream world."

Walter clasped his hands in approval:

"It turns out he is a great patriarch."

Mikael was somewhat puzzled:

"Mr. Walter, are you speaking to me?"

"...?" Walter was a little confused.

Ji Zi: “…”

Yan Huan couldn't help but look at Mika:

"you also……?"

Mikael frowned and said:

"Uh... ah?"

Yan Huan smiled calmly:

"Okay, I understand."

"How about we talk about the tombstones instead?"

"By the way, we didn't see any cemetery when we came here."

Mikael only became talkative when he heard about areas he was familiar with:

"Hehe, calling them graves is just a few symbolic cenotaphs."

"Since Mr. Yan Huan cares so much, why don't we go and see for ourselves?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you should all be able to gain quite a bit there."

"However, before that, there is an important guest who will be accompanying you."

"An important guest...?" March 7th blinked:

"Could it be..."

Mikael smiled mysteriously:

"This way, everyone."

"The roads at Liumeng Reef are in disrepair, so watch your step."

Led by Mika, the group returned to the street, where a Tianhuan girl was standing under a streetlamp not far away.

An old woman and many children stood before her.

“That really is… Miss Robin!” March 7’s eyes lit up when she saw who it was.

At that moment, the robin was praising the child before him:

"Everyone sang wonderfully. I rarely try this style of music, and I learned a lot from it."

The old woman, her back hunched, looked at the children and smiled faintly:

"I really don't know how to thank you, Miss Robin. The children have made such great progress in just a few days."

The robin looked at the old woman and said modestly:

“Ms. Griselda, I only taught them how to speak, but it was you who taught them to have hope for life.”

"..."

"...Their lives in reality must be very difficult."

Griselda smiled with satisfaction:

"You can see it."

The robin nodded, its gaze falling once again on the children.

“Each time they said goodbye, the children were reluctant to leave this place of exile.”

“But I traveled to every corner of Liumeng Reef and visited every person, and they all told me that this shattered dream... was not worth cherishing.”

Grisa, with her hands behind her back, narrowed her cloudy eyes and smiled:

"Hehe, as expected of the son of harmony who is widely regarded as the best."

She looked at the children who were standing obediently to the side.

“Emma and Andy are both orphans I adopted. Carol, who is blind, works in the nutrition center on the outer ring of Pinocchio. Gary has had autism since he was a child.”

"They are not yet adults and cannot go into the family's dream."

"If people are likened to birds, these children are like fledglings born with incomplete wings."

"But in this dream, they can gain full wings."

"Even though the flight is bumpy and shaky, it is still soaring with its own strength."

Griselda sighed:

"As for me, an old man who has lost both legs... without this dream, I wouldn't even be able to walk up to them."

These words were overheard by the train crew who were hiding in the distance.

Standing beside March 7th, Yan Huan couldn't help but comment:

"This is what virtual reality is... ugh, this is the meaning of dreams."

March 7th also sighed:

"There are too many unfortunate people in this world. Fortunately, there are places like Dream Reef in the Asdna system."

Ahead, the robin also spoke to Grisa:

"I'm so glad you started your new life in your dreams. But..."

Grisa smiled faintly:

"Don't worry, Miss Robin."

“Dreams have meaning, but they are not everything. My children and I understand this. No matter how long we fly in our dreams, we will eventually fly back to reality.”

"But look, Emma and Gary are no longer ashamed, Carol is gradually learning how to cope with the torment of blindness, and Andy is much more lively than before..."

"Even I've become more optimistic."

"We learn to speak in our dreams, and then we return to reality... and learn to survive."

The robin nodded slightly:

"...If wings are damaged, then lend wings to each other."

"There's no need to yearn for the illusory sky in our dreams, because we have the right... to fly towards a wider world."

After bidding farewell to the old woman, Grisa, and the children, the robin slowly walked toward the train.

She had already spotted them.

Himeko smiled at the robin:

“I’m so glad to see you’re safe and sound, Miss Robin.”

The robin nodded politely.

"Hello everyone on the Star Train, we meet again."

"I heard my disappearance has caused quite a stir... I'm very sorry."

Immediately, Yan Huan reported Sunday:

"I want to report that your brother has been acting like he's possessed ever since you disappeared."

“He not only wanted to kill the gold dust, but he also wanted to kill us.”

After listening, the robin pursed its lips slightly.

Chapter 717 Kill him!

“Mr. Yan Huan, my brother is a good man. I think... there must have been some misunderstanding.”

Himeko gazes at the robin:

"Now that you are here... can we assume that Miss Robin is fully aware of Pinocchio's current situation?"

The robin nodded, its gaze gradually becoming serious.

“Since returning to Pinocchio, my voice has become abnormal, gradually evolving into the torment of losing my voice.”

"I initially thought it was an accident, perhaps because I had been traveling for a long time and was not used to the high concentration of memory in Asdna."

"But now it seems... the source isn't me."

“There are things around me that are not in harmony with me… losing my voice is one of the signs that my dream is crumbling.”

March 7th is hard to believe.

"Dream shattered?"