Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"So, it seems that the friends on the Starry Sky Train have some ideas about Pinocene's existing system?"

Facing the scrutinizing gaze of old Austria, Danheng replied:

“Today’s Pinocchio is just a dream place for the rich; the poor simply cannot afford the high prices.”

"Therefore, most long-term guests are basically wealthy people."

“They have very little empathy for the equipment and services provided by these Dream Theatre companies.”

"Of course, who would respect slaves?" Old Emperor bluntly stated.

"The original intention of creating the troupe members was to serve the guests."

"This is a land of dreams, and it is not surprising that dream creations possess their own consciousness."

"By the way, which way should we go next?"

Ahead, a fork in the road appeared.

“…Turn right,” Danheng replied.

"Oh ho ho ho... Is that so? I rarely come here."

The two moved on.

Not far away, Yan Huan, a bartender, walked out of the bar carrying a Gatling gun.

"Oh? I didn't expect to see him here." Old Audi laughed.

"What is Mr. Yan Huan doing? Is he clearing away memes near the road?"

"They might also be here to get rid of you."

"what?"

Soon, the two sides met.

Yan Huan, carrying the Gatling gun, squinted and carefully examined the short old man in front of him:

"You look familiar. Are you here to become a war criminal?"

"Hehehehe... Young friend, you jest. Old Emperor Auden is here to discuss the new bill with you."

"...Put down your weapons first, and let's find a quiet place."

The three of them went into the Dreamy Bar together.

Inside the bar, the monsters that had returned earlier were receiving a baptism from the Automatic Orchestra.

Old Audi's ears twitched slightly, and he immediately recognized the origin of the melody.

"Hmm? This voice sounds somewhat similar to Harmony Song."

He looked at Yan Huan:

"Where did you get it from?"

"No... The point is, who can adapt the music of the Harmonious Ode?"

"It has nothing to do with the Rain Woman."

Yan Huan pulled up a stool and let Old Aodi sit down.

By this time, Gallach and the Pipisi people from before had already left.

Only the three train heroes and the monsters resting in the corner remained in the bar.

"Mr. Audi, you guys are really inhuman." March 7th muttered, sitting opposite Audi.

“Our little star from the bar went to help your family out of kindness, but unexpectedly he was treated as a pawn and almost died there.”

"Little Star?" Audi looked completely bewildered.

"It's that big gorilla in the corner." March 7th glanced at Little Star, who was resting with her eyes closed in the corner, and said unhappily:

"Honestly, if something happens to Little Star, Shu Weng will definitely not forgive us when he comes back."

Old Audi blinked, probably guessing what had happened, but still asked:

Could you elaborate?

Only after March 7th's account did old Aude finally understand the whole story.

This includes the three of them temporarily taking over the management of the bar from Shu Weng, and dispatching the Dream Interruption Troupe to clean up the memes.

"There's such a thing."

Old Emperor stared blankly at Dan Heng:

"So, those hound families were all killed by Mr. Danheng, right?"

"Yes." Danheng admitted his crime.

"Hehehe~ Um, let's not make the atmosphere so serious."

"Isn't this a bar? How about we order a cocktail first?"

Old Emperor looked at Yan Huan and smiled:

"I'd like a large, classic Sorida."

“We don’t sell those cheap things in our store,” Yan Huan immediately refused.

"Uh... then just make me any drink on the menu, haha."

"Let's talk over a drink."

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan thought for a moment and then decided to make a mixed drink.

As the current de facto head and biggest boss of Pinocchio, he still has to give them face.

Taking the large cup of sweet and sour special drink, Old Aodi looked grateful: "Hehehe~ It looks very good."

"Let me try it first."

In front of the three of them, he took a slurp.

"..."

“V~~~~~~~”

His face was distorted and deformed.

"Waaaaa~ Waaaaa~~"

Old Audi let out a sound like a police siren.

"Whoosh~~~~Whoosh~~~~~Whoosh~~~~~"

"Bang—" March 7th slammed his hand on the table and said disdainfully:

"Stop yelling, we're talking about serious business."

"This planet can no longer indulge in extravagance and debauchery. No race should forever maintain a sense of superiority."

"Wa ...

Chapter 827 Defeat...

"Ahem." Old Emperor regained his composure and smiled faintly:

"I understand what you mean."

“Pinocone has a long history, dating back to the days of the frontier prison.”

"What you all want to express is that the current family members and some guests treat these dream creations... just like the prison guards at the border prison treated the Hanunu and his elders back then, right?"

"Indeed, once a creature has consciousness, it should naturally be an independent individual."

"Their bodies naturally contain instructions to serve humans."

"Therefore, regardless of whether they possess consciousness or not, the underlying logic of serving humanity will always exist."

Old Audi took another sip of his drink, resisting the urge to honk the horn, and continued:

"And you young friends probably already know a thing or two about why the Dream Troupe became the Dream-Turning Troupe, right?"

Yan Huan sat down next to Old Emperor and replied:

"You've absorbed too much negative emotion."

Ultimately, it's humanity's own fault.

"Yes, that makes sense," old Audi laughed.

"Whether it's the Dream Theatre Troupe or the Memories of the Realm, they are essentially products of the extremes of negative emotions."

"Why do dangerous memory domain memes still arise in dreams, even though there are no beings from other realms?"

"Because in dreams, memories carrying these negative emotions are harder to lose; they may gather into memory bubbles or become memory matter drifting in the ocean of memories."

“We use the good memories as raw materials to turn them into candy, towns, and dreamland, but the bad memories and emotions that remain are still accumulating.”

"Over time, the number of Memory Realm Memes and the Dream Theater Troupe increased..."

Old Emperor sighed:

“We noticed this from the beginning as well.”

“But you used your fists,” Dan Heng said calmly.

"Yes," Old Emperor admitted.

"Or rather... since ancient times, in the Land of Dreams, the Dream Theater Troupe and the Memories of the Realm have always been suppressed by force."

"No matter how negative the memory is, once it invades the Dream Theater Troupe, or condenses into a memory domain meme, it can be resolved by violence."

"But now... things seem different."

Old Emperor smiled faintly:

"More and more Dream Theater troupes are being affected. And the strength and numbers of those Memory Realm Memes are also growing stronger..."

"Therefore, we have to start to pay attention to the reasons why these monsters were born."