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

[Qingque: Isn't this a bit too pioneering?]

[Potio: Sigh... It's unbelievable that little darling Oswald came from the same place as old man Mikhail and veteran Tirnan. The difference between people is greater than the difference between people and those adorable old folks!]

[Pam: You, even something like this can be laughed off, just like back then… (sobs)… exactly the same Pam. Whew~ I'm the strong train conductor, I won't cry, Pam.]

[Gallach: You old rascal, you've got a knack for comforting people.]

Misha: Haha, after all, I'm an old rascal.

At the Immortal Boat Luofu, the Genius Club… and even the Interstellar Peace Corporation, many people in the galaxy sat upright. It wasn't out of a desire to seize the inheritance in the future; they all understood that, apart from the train crew, the rest not only lacked the ability to inherit, but also the right to.

They did it simply to pay tribute to conscience, to pay tribute to a selfless and great soul.

In the light screen, the voices of the young Misha and the kind Mikhail overlapped, as if the old man had traveled through time, wrapped in a blanket in front of the fireplace, rambling on to his grandchildren about the interesting things that happened when he was young.

"Hehe, I have a close friend who always says that I've gone through a lot of twists and turns in my life, only to end up back where I started... Maybe that's just a phase that every anonymous person has to go through."

"But you still found me in the end. Getting back to the point, my hounds mentioned the Star Core and the tycoon's fortune..."

At this point, he smiled faintly: "I apologize, the Star Core is indeed real, but Mikhail's wealth is nothing more than gossip and rumors."

"I left my hometown as a child and embarked on a journey of exploration, passing through station after station, finally stopping in Asdna. My friends and I built the original Pinocchio, and we continue to strive for its future to this day..."

"I've spent my whole life moving forward, doing my best to overcome any obstacles in my path. But in the end, my journey came to an end, my body like a broken-down locomotive, leaving behind no worthwhile possessions..."

"So, if you ask what's left in this dilapidated locomotive that can be called a 'legacy'... I think it's only the things that are still burning in the engine's furnace."

"You are already aware of Pinocchio's current situation. Of course, I hope someone will help this world get back on track. But this decision should be made by you, because the path of pioneering is never paved by others."

[The Robin: Even in this dire situation, he remained steadfast in his commitment to putting everyone first and upholding his principles without wavering. He wasn't crying for help; rather, he was leaving behind a pioneering trial.]

[Yao Guang: The clockmaker, just as he said, left behind no worthy possessions. He came empty-handed with blessings, and departed alone, binding the entire Pinocchio region with suffering. He left all beauty and hope to the world, and took away all disaster and hatred with him and his comrades. Have you noticed, even with such deep obsession, his only thought was to get back on track, and he never harbored any thought of revenge?]

[Jing Yuan: The father of Pinocchio… truly deserving of the name! What kind of father would hate his own child? Even if the child is utterly worthless. His perspective and vision are simply too lofty.]

[Star: This is pioneering. Explore, understand, build, connect, save!]

"So, I'll leave you with a story and two gifts."

Mikhail looked at his waist: "I want to give this to you: my pocket watch. It has accompanied me on a long journey, guiding that ignorant, foolish child forward, and has been fortunate enough to walk with so many great people to this day."

[Black Tower: You're too modest. Among geniuses, it's the norm to be uncompromising. As the father of that star, you are the true driving force.]

Mikhail added, "And my hat. The one who guided me put it on my head, and from then on, he instilled in me an unrealistic idea: the journey of exploration will never end."

"Now, it's your turn to make a choice. If you've made up your mind, push open that door and step into an old man's long dream."

Having said that, he left on his own, and the watch boy hurriedly chased after him, disappearing together.

"I will be waiting for you all at the end of this corridor of time."

Himeko, Hoshi, and Sangetsu-shichi formed a circle.

The navigator chuckled, "Alright, everyone. Let's make a decision."

"But I think no one would disagree."

[Star: We can't just leave without doing anything, can we? We've already come all this way. Since that's the case, there's only one answer!]

Xing shouted, "I have an objection!"

[March 7th: Cough cough cough... You did this on purpose, didn't you?]

[Fireworks: A pound of pears!]

[Misha: Hahaha! That's right. Choosing to raise objections when you've already decided to move forward is also a form of pioneering.]

[Illusory Image: Added to the character profile, Bat Raccoon is a staunchly defeated, pessimistic, and escapist strategist, a master of backing down.]

March 7th said irritably, "You... stop making a fuss at a time like this. We've come this far, is there any other option besides 'moving forward'?"

Himeko said, "In that case, the vote result is two to one."

She waved her hand: "Then let's go together to the end of this dream... and tell Mikhail about our choice."

[March 7th: Himeko even respected Hoshi's dissent and reached a result based on the principle of majority rule.]

Xing no longer hesitated and waved to push open the corridor door.

A white light covered the entire field of vision.

……

A simple line drawing with a parchment-like texture unfolds. The clock's markings have just begun.

Young Ragvok Shar Mikhail, in a panic, pressed his grandfather, who was about to leave, for help: "Mikhail! Where are you going...?"

The kind-hearted navigator Mikhail said, "Someone has to step up and save Lusaka, Misa, why can't it be me?"

Misha pleaded tearfully, "Don't go, please? Or take me with you, please, don't leave..."

Mikhail chuckled and said, "Even without me, you know how to move forward. Brave Captain Misha, the [Compass] is waiting for you. Haven't you always wanted to become an adventurer even more skilled than me?"

"Let's go, get on that train, and then... begin your journey."

[March 7th: Hiss... Is this the beginning of everything? Although this old man is talking about it with a smile, I feel like he...]

[Walter: The watchmaker Mikhail of today follows in the footsteps of the navigator Mikhail, stepping forward even though he will never return.]

[Jing Yuan: Sorrow and bloodshed fill the land, all for the sake of saving the people.]

[Danheng: Lusaka is one of the places we passed through in the IF route. I remember the description of that place was... a rather uneventful adventure. Maybe we can find his traces? Or perhaps we will save that place again?]

Another picture unfolds, and the clock's markings advance slightly.

Wearing a top hat and sporting a goatee, the former train navigator Falken Amundsen called out to the young man: "Mikhail, where are you going?"

"I... I need to go mop the floor in the observation car! I promised the train conductor..."

"Hey, stop right there." Amundsen pulled out a pocket watch. "Tell me first, did you fix this watch?"

Mikhail stammered, "Uh...yes, yes."

Did I do something wrong? I somehow managed to fix the watch like this without even realizing it...

Amundsen stroked his chin, looking at the exquisitely crafted pocket watch, and clicked his tongue in amazement: "I know what it originally looked like. The chain was broken, the back case was damaged, and the markings were almost worn away... How did you manage to do that?"