Simultaneous Transmigration: A Fateful Traveler's Journey Begins in Mystery

“Well,” Moraine interrupted, reaching out a hand to pat him on the shoulder, “since you worship barrels so much.”

"You might as well become a trash can."

"Don't worry, I'm always happy to help others."

Chapter 125 is... irreversible...

"What?" the man asked back as if he hadn't heard clearly.

“I said, since you like trash cans so much, then you might as well become a trash can,” Moraine said with a grin, patting him on the shoulder.

A white moth fell from the sky and landed on the other shoulder of the "Barrel's Messenger".

He frowned, about to drive them away.

Suddenly, I felt my whole body become stiff, as if my joints were stuck, and I could only move haltingly.

In this dream world, everyone exists in the form of "memory matter".

For a delirious insect, it is not a difficult thing to slightly alter the memory of an ordinary person.

Just as Hanabi said, in dreams, the babbling worms can be seen as the ones who remember.

Moraine withdrew her hand, a smile on her face, watching as the man's body was folded little by little, turning into a metallic silver, and becoming a trash can.

“Look, this is what a ‘bucket messenger’ should look like.” Morion nodded with a smile, took a few coins out of his pocket, and casually tossed them into the bucket, making a metallic clanging sound.

Just as Morion was having a great time, his phone suddenly vibrated.

So he took out his phone and looked at it.

It was fireworks; she sent two text messages.

Normally, signals from deep dreams and shallow dreams are difficult to communicate with each other, but somehow she managed to send the message directly to his phone.

She sent me a photo and a message.

It was a selfie, a smiling, peace sign-making picture of Hanabi, with a plate of fries on it behind her.

Moraine recognized it immediately; it was the same order of fries he had bought.

But...but...

Moraine noticed that the fries were now covered in a thick layer of ketchup.

Hanabi added a message after taking a selfie.

"You know what? These fries thought you were going to save them until they got soaked in ketchup."

Looking at the fries, Moraine let out a defeated howl.

"No!"

"fries!"

The fries, coated in a thick layer of ketchup, seemed to be looking at him through a photograph.

At that moment, he seemed to see their lost youth.

At that time, they ran in the sunlight and made a grand escape towards the setting sun.

It's too late to go back...

"Do not!!!"

Moraine felt an unparalleled heartache.

Just as Morion was heartbroken and pounding his chest in despair, a voice sounded behind him.

“Mr. Moraine, harming the inhabitants of the dream is not a friendly act.”

It's a fairly familiar sound; you can hear it everywhere in Pinocchio. On televisions, radios, billboards on the streets…

“No, I didn’t hurt him.” Morion put down his phone and looked back. “I just made him into the way he wanted to be.”

"But why do you all like to appear from behind others so much?" he asked.

He looked at the robin and wasn't surprised to see her there.

The girl with chicken wings had already been "killed" by the fireworks and sent into the depths of her dream.

Liumeng Reef is only so big, so it's not unusual to encounter it.

“You know he doesn’t really like trash cans.” The robin looked at the silver trash can behind Moraine.

“No, I don’t know. I’m just fulfilling his dream.” Morion adjusted his mindset, smiled again, and retorted with a laugh.

The robin looked at Morion, then at the trash can behind him, remained silent for a few seconds, and finally said nothing.

Having frequently dealt with dreams, she had a fairly good understanding of "memory matter," knowing that it was something that was difficult to permanently mold.

Even for a true memory user, it is very difficult to permanently modify the characteristics of a memory.

What's more, this is a living, breathing person.

“As long as he doesn’t give up on becoming human again, he will eventually turn back,” Moraine patted the trash can. “But if he doesn’t turn back, it means he doesn’t mind becoming a trash can.”

"I'm helping him fulfill his dream, Miss Robin."

He paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"On the contrary, I am truly honored that Miss Robin remembers my name."

Of course, Robin wouldn't say that this was because she went to the front desk to check Morion's information after noticing his "disharmony".

So the robin changed the subject and moved on from the matter.

“Your way of speaking is quite unique, very suitable for [Harmony],” the robin said softly. “Judging from your appearance, you don’t seem to reject the family.”

"Since that's the case, have you ever thought about joining the family?"

Those who speak will surely be understood. If they are willing, it is not difficult for them to become a practitioner of harmony.

“I have no interest in the family,” Morion replied. “The family is united as one, and I don’t have such lofty ideals.”

"Besides..."

He paused.

"To become a practitioner of harmony, one needs empathy, but I don't think I'm that kind of person."

The driving force behind harmony is "empathy," and while Moraine possesses a certain degree of compassion, he believes it is certainly not enough to set him on his destiny.

“That’s not necessarily true,” the robin chuckled. “Mr. Moraine is a practitioner of [breeding], isn’t he? Perhaps your love for your kind will allow you to take steps toward [harmony]?”

“Who knows?” Morion smiled, not continuing the conversation, but instead turning to look at his surroundings and pointing.

"Miss Robin, how do you feel now that you've seen another side of Pinocchio?"

"Would you feel your Dao heart shattered?" Morion asked with a smile.

“No,” the robin shook his head. “Although I don’t know that this place is hidden deep within the dream, I know very well that wherever there is light, there will be shadow, even [harmony] will cast a shadow.”

She looked around and saw pedestrians not far away and children on the side of the street.

"Moreover, Liumeng Reef is also spreading the [Harmony], and has not been affected by the family traitors. I am very pleased about this."

"Not affected? Haha." Morion laughed. "Of course, of course it's not affected here."

"What are you laughing at?" the robin asked, frowning in confusion.

“I wasn’t laughing at anything,” Moraine replied. “I’m the Fool in Mask, and Fools are born to laugh.”

Chapter 126 Incineration Engineering

Just as they were talking, a sound came from afar.

"Can you two hear me?"

The robin was startled and turned its head to look.

"That voice..."

It was a white candle floating in mid-air, with blue flames burning on it.

"You are... Miss Liuying?"

The sound of fireflies could be heard coming from the candle.

"As expected, you noticed me a long time ago. I'm sorry, it's not convenient for me to show myself right now. Could you please speak to me privately for a moment?"

Hearing the sound coming from the candle, the robin frowned slightly.

"To be honest, I have no reason to believe you."

She glanced back at Morion.

Although Morion was also "discordant," he had spent some time with Fireflies before this.

But in any case, he entered Pinocchio through the proper procedures.

Ok……

Although it wasn't exactly formal.

But in any case, at least they are not "illegal immigrants" or "uninvited guests".

But Firefly is different; she is a genuine illegal immigrant.

“I understand, but I can assure you, this is not a trap,” Firefly’s voice continued from the candle.

"If a reason is absolutely necessary... there is an anomaly at 12 o'clock, and we suspect the true identity of the dreamer."

Upon hearing the title "Dream Master," the robin clearly showed some unusual behavior.

She thought for a few seconds before nodding.

“I can meet with you, but let me make it clear beforehand: agreeing to meet does not represent any of my stance.”

Firefly replied:

"I understand, my companions will guide you."

After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Morion.