Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

[Star: Come on! I can't wait to create my own Dream Master! I thought it would be really difficult, but it turns out the difficulty of this expansion isn't that much higher than Cocolia's.]

—[Next up: The Legacy of a True Watchmaker]

[March 7th: Is it really true?]

[Gallach: Of course, this is the only thing I didn't fabricate.]

[The Clock Boy: Tick-tock, tick-tock, and Mikhail never lies!]

After Walter and the Sunday siblings departed, Gallagher seized the opportunity to address the rest of the train crew: "Ever since receiving the Star Train's reply, I've been following your news, including the immense efforts you've made to connect the various realms. And now, you've arrived here safely, proving your strength."

"Himeko-san, was it you who repaired the train and allowed it to run through the galaxy again?"

Himeko nodded: "Yes."

Gallagher then looked at Xing and March 7: "And these two young, nameless guests... have mysterious backgrounds and possess extraordinary skills."

[Star: Eh~~ He's just a nobody, the Galaxy Baseball Man, the Train's Chief Pioneer, the Savior of Onphalos, the World Weightlifting Champion, the Pioneer Star God, and the true protagonist under the galactic spotlight. Nothing to brag about!]

[Illusory Image: This upward gaze probably outlives the entirety of the "what if" universe.]

Xing arrogantly asked, "Then do you know my other nicknames, Batman?"

March 7th said, rather speechless, "Hey hey hey~ you... what kind of weird title do you have?!"

Gallagher didn't seem to mind: "Heh, so energetic. As for that train conductor named Pam... please give him my regards. His friends always reminisce about their time on the train when they're drunk."

Recalling the past, he couldn't help but say with a touch of melancholy, "That last nameless traveler set off, stopped, and set off again... He went around in circles, but in the end, he returned to the starting point."

"On his deathbed, he instructed me to find the Star Train and send that invitation to the nameless traveler of the future. For this, he prepared a gift, a true legacy... belonging only to the descendants of the pioneers."

"Come with me. Now... it's time for him to reappear in the light of day."

[Gold dust: Was it the entire life savings of Pinocchio's father in his later years? It must be something extraordinary. Perhaps, it's the key to overturning the very foundation of dreams? After all, the watchmaker had cultivated his craft there for many years; it's not impossible that he possessed such a thing.]

[Black Tower: If that's the case, the old, nameless man must have felt even more desperate before his death. Even though he held the key, he was too old to turn the lock himself.]

[Star: Then let's twist it!]

Following Gallagher's directions, the train crew arrived at the Stele Forest once again. He murmured a few words: "Old friend, sometimes I forget that you are dead. It's as if you still have so much to say and so many roads left untraveled."

"Now, I've kept my promise and brought the descendants you cherished your whole life. I don't know why you could never forget that train. But I still remember the last words you spoke before you left this world..."

A hopeful smile appeared in his cloudy eyes: "Don't let us down, old man."

As soon as he finished speaking, the platform supporting the Stele Forest suddenly shook and then rose from the ground at an extremely fast speed.

Caught completely off guard, March 7th stumbled and nearly fell: "Ah, what happened?"

She was filled with astonishment.

Several tall buildings rose up with them like high-speed elevators, until they caught up with the tallest skyscraper.

After the ground beneath my feet finally calmed down, the platform was connected to the rooftop garden of the tallest building in the area by a stone staircase of over a hundred steps.

On the rooftop garden, the inverted Pinocchio Theatre reflects a magnificent, multifaceted shape like a diamond, and appears so close, like a crystal chandelier, that it seems almost within reach.

The entire Liumeng Reef was so bright that it looked as if it were bathed in the glow of a full moon.

"Go forward, his destination... is in the garden ahead."

"Pinocchio's first and last anonymous customer—"

"The watchmaker, Ragvok Charles Mikhail."

The train crew straightened their clothes and respectfully climbed the steps.

Soon, they saw an old man reclining silently in an armchair in the garden closest to the full moon reflected in the water beneath the surface of the sea in the realm of memories.

He has already embarked on that endless dream, and no sound can awaken him anymore.

Gallagher pointed to the magnificent retreat in Mikhail's arms: "His legacy is a dream bubble, and I guess it contains something that is only meaningful to the nameless."

"After all, when I checked the contents, I found nothing inside... It's probably some kind of [Exploration] cipher, even more mysterious than me."

[Feiying: Even fictional historians find it mysterious? That must be incredible!]

[False image: Haha, not necessarily as good as me.]

"Yes, let's take a look." Himeko nodded slightly to Hoshino, indicating that she would be entrusted with this task, which was of special significance.

Xing took a deep breath and reached out to touch the dream bubble in Mikhail's hand.

The thick, concentrated memory energy gathered and stretched outwards from the fingertips, as if weaving a fine net that gently supported her palm.

A cool sensation spread from my fingertips. Based on experience, along with this touch, there should also come a jumble of colorful, intertwined phantom memories…

Then, to her surprise, she discovered that inside was—

There's nothing there!

[Star: Why didn't I feel anything? Is it because I don't understand memory?]

"Hmm?" Xing frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and tried to reread the dream bubble, but still got nothing.

She even began to doubt whether she was doing it wrong.

She held her breath, closed her eyes, knelt on one knee, and pressed her forehead against the thin membrane covering the memory.

But no matter what, everything in front of her remained pitch black.

[Xi Lian: This feeling... I can't be wrong!]

[March 7th: Found it? It has to be said that the diagnosis of the half-step Star God was reliable!]

【Xi Lian: It's empty♪】

[March 7th: Huh?]

So it wasn't a diagnosis certificate, but a critical illness notice?

[Long Night Moon: She's right, there's absolutely nothing inside. No sunset setting over the snow-capped mountains, no laughter, no reflection, no gunshots or sword flashes, and certainly no "pioneering."]

[Star: This… Senior, you didn’t go to all this trouble just to mess with me, did you? Could it be… that Mikhail, besides being the Nameless One and the father of Pinocchio, was also a deeply hidden, super-clean sage? Even his weakened companions and Changyeyue couldn’t break through the locks he set up? Damn it, why didn’t you say this sooner?]

[Fireworks: Why didn't you get your brain treated sooner?]

[Virtual Image: I know a really amazing doctor, do you need my help to introduce me?]

[Xi Lian: Could it be that this empty dream bubble is a gift left by Mikhail, meaning that we should write a romantic story unlike any other with our own hands?]

[Qingque: No way. He's been persecuted to this extent, and he still has the mind to give motivational speeches to juniors he can't even meet?]