Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

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The screen changed the next moment.

It was a deluge of text, mostly insults directed at female bosses.

"Many righteous people saw that this woman had been treated unfairly and stood up to denounce her boss."

"The boss had no choice but to terminate the contract."

Sunday slowly began to speak again:

"Ironically, this boss spent three years losing all his money... and finally won the lawsuit one day."

"The truth of the matter is that this woman believes she has become too popular and is unwilling to share profits with the company."

“She completely disregarded the resources the company had previously spent on her, falsely accused the boss of sexually assaulting her, and incited uninformed people to shout the same thing.”

"How could anyone joke about a girl's innocence?"

"But the truth is just that absurd... This woman played a terrible joke on her own innocence."

"He ruined a promising young entrepreneur whose company was thriving."

"Shouldn't such wicked people be punished?"

"But the reality was unexpected."

"As far as I know, that woman still hasn't received any real punishment."

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan immediately clenched her fists and shouted:

"Down with the boxers, starting with me!"

"Boys need to be protected too!"

"Yes," Sunday exclaimed.

“I promise that in the paradise of [order], evil will be punished.”

"Once the amusement park is completed, everyone's consciousness will be laid bare before me."

"He himself discerns who is wicked and who is despicable."

Then, the screen changed again.

Among them was a student whose light blue clothes had faded from washing.

At this moment, he is sitting in the canteen, eating pickled vegetables and white steamed buns.

Not far from him, a muscular man with dark skin was enjoying fine wine and food with women on his left and right.

"The person eating pickled vegetables and white steamed buns is a student from a poor family."

“His family was poor, and his parents had already given everything to support his schooling.”

"The other person from the Mo family was an international student from another country."

Sunday remarked:

"As far as I know... the college's subsidy for impoverished students is only 2,500 credits per semester, which is negligible."

"But the welfare allowance given to that Mo person is as high as 300,000 credits per month..."

Chapter 744 will give you a really good one!

Shortly after.

He reappeared on Sunday.

He looked at everyone with a smile:

"These questions are raised only to clarify one thing: Pinocchio's predicament cannot be saved by [harmony], and the only way to truly build a dream paradise is through a [order] that forces the weak."

"I understand how painful it is for people to suffer, how lost they are when they lose their way, and how frustrated and even desperate they are when things don't go their way."

“All of this causes me pain because it cannot be considered [happiness] at all.”

Sunday sighed:

"We must teach the weak how to live happily."

"And this [life] is not the kind of refined lifestyle that celebrities and nobles talk about, but rather, in the absolute sense, the way of human survival."

Liu Ying frowned:

In your opinion, what constitutes a happy life?

Thoughts on Sunday:

"good question."

"If I say I love the organization, love my job, keep my promises, and am friendly to others... I'm sure you wouldn't agree."

"Of course, I don't agree either."

"This is nothing more than a shackle specially set up by those in power to make ordinary people obedient."

"Just as ridiculous as the word 'fairness' itself."

"In a world like this, where is there any true fairness?"

"Human consciousness is essentially an illusion, a series of prisons called [self-worth]."

"People are misled by this illusion and make mistakes, but the consequences are borne by external things."

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

"And [nature] is always accompanied by plunder and sacrifice... its opposite is called [order]."

Sunday, my heart is filled with fervor:

"This is exactly what I want to do: to bring the happiness of all beings under one [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 beastly habits can they build a paradise that belongs to humankind."

Sunday smiled slightly:

"Simply describing ideas is too abstract, so let me give you a simple example."

"As you may know, there exists a social system in some worlds called [two-day weekend] or [three-day weekend]."

"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 can people not have to face the law of the jungle and be able to live happily for these few short days."

"Unfortunately... two or three days and nights are still too short compared to a long life."

Looking up on Sunday, I sincerely said:

"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—that is the face of the new world."

"A day of eternal peace and inaction."

"Thus, everyone can return to their original place in the paradise."

On Sunday, looking up at the sky, his eyes were full of longing:

"Some gaze at the Milky Way, intently calculating the distance between us and the solitary world [Pegana]; others embrace each other in a corner, free from unnecessary responsibilities..."

"Only by no longer having to endure the suffering of reality can humanity face its destined end with the highest purity and live a life full of dignity."

"This is what it means to live happily."

On Sunday, I looked at the fireflies again:

"Miss Liuying, you must understand what this means, right?"

"..." Liu Ying did not speak.

March 7th also felt a headache:

"It sounds like it's flawless..."

Himeko was speechless.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Finally, Yan Huan, who was still sharpening his knife on the ground, looked up and asked:

"So, what's the price?"

Sunday took a deep breath:

"The cost is negligible."