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

In the light screen, Mikhail's silhouette has reached its twilight years.

Gallagher caught his mischievous friend red-handed trying to sneak away: "Old man, where are you going?"

Mikhail's eyes darted around, and he turned back with an awkward yet polite smile: "Oh, so you're here."

[Gallach: Sigh... I'm here, aren't I? At my age, still jumping around like that.]

[March 7th: What a hilarious scene! Mikhail looks like that trendy, cool old man who tries to speed on a motorcycle but gets caught by his children as soon as he grabs the keys and goggles.]

[Fireworks: Maybe it's more like a patient who was barely pulled out of the ward and was strictly forbidden from smoking and drinking by the doctor. Then his children opened the ward door with fruit and found the old man lying sprawled on the bed, snoring away, clutching an empty wine bottle.]

[Jiaoqiu: Stop talking... it's too vivid.]

On the train, Pam felt a mix of anger, amusement, and deep bitterness, her emotions a complex and indescribable sympathy.

"I wish this guy could stay as cute as he was when he was young."

In the light screen, Gallagher gritted his teeth. Why was this old man so troublesome?

"Answer my question, what do you want?"

Mikhail quickly explained, even trying to get him involved: "Don't be nervous, Galakh, I just had a brilliant idea, want to hear it?"

"Come on!" Gallagher said irritably, "Which of your ideas isn't pushing you into a fire?"

He simply couldn't understand why this guy didn't know how to cherish himself at all.

Left with no other option, he could only say, "Old man, don't blame me for being blunt, but of all the heroes Pinocchio was back then, you're the only one left."

"If you die, the secret of the star core... will never see the light of day again."

“Yes. In Pinocchio, I’m afraid we’ve run out of options.” Mikhail sighed softly, but his eyes still shone. “So we can only look beyond Asdna.”

He held up one finger: "We're going to hold a grand event, and the reason will be 'The Watchmaker's Legacy.' Then... we'll send an invitation to the entire galaxy and gather everyone here."

Gallagher craned his neck: "Are you planning to throw caution to the wind and destroy the family?"

At that point, all those scheming individuals in the universe—companies, the Annihilation Gang… even the Antimatter Legion—might all be eyeing this place. It would be a mutually destructive situation.

"Isn't there you, my friend? Haha, this is a very difficult situation," Mikhail chuckled twice.

[Star: Gallagher, although this is harder than climbing to heaven, I believe in you. Good luck!]

Gallagher: You guys are truly in the same boat.

However, Mikhail had of course already figured out how to take advantage of the chaos while keeping the overall situation in check, so as not to let things get out of control.

"But along the way, what hasn't been difficult? Oh, and by the way, whatever method you use, remember..."

At this point, his expression immediately became very serious: "We must send the invitation to the Starry Sky Train."

[Yao Guang: As expected, when all hope is lost, only those who share the same beliefs are truly reliable.]

[Star: Don't worry. Anyone who dares to stand in the way of opening up new paths will be blown away!]

In the light screen, the wheel's markings entered the final stage.

By this time, the clockmaker was already in his twilight years, confined to a wheelchair, hoping to hear the rumble of wheels from the starry sky.

He closed his eyes for a long time, as if sensing something, and exhaled a heavy, aged breath.

"Hmm, Clock Boy, take me to Dream Reef..."

it's time.

His eyes were full of longing: "Last night, I had a very long dream, a dream about the day we met. I want to write that dream down."

"To remind me not to forget certain things," he chuckled, clinging to a part of his own thoughts. "Watch boy, do you remember how you got your name?"

The watch boy puffed out his chest: "Of course I remember! You told me that when you were little, you lived in the watch room, and those wall clocks and pocket watches were your best friends as you grew up!"

"Hahaha," Mikhail laughed, "Yes, but I didn't tell you, there's a wonderful misunderstanding behind this story."

[Star: A misunderstanding? Could it be... Clockwork Boy, you're actually adopted?]

[Watch Boy: Huh? No way, that kind of thing!]

[False image: Which of you two is the one with a screw loose?]

"I was young then. In my memory, there was a special pocket watch. It was always with my grandfather, accompanying him on his voyages and guiding him in every adventure story."

"But you know what? It wasn't until the day Grandpa gave it to me that I realized it wasn't actually a pocket watch..."

"It is a compass."

"So your name should be [Compass Boy]..."

"And the watchmaker... is the nameless one."

The light screen then went black.

Inside the train, everyone suddenly realized, goosebumps erupted, and their thoughts instantly became clear.

[March 7th: So that's how it is! Being an anonymous traveler has always been Mikhail's proudest identity, even after getting off the train. He never hid it; instead, he proudly displayed it before his name!]

[Xi Lian: Hmm... how can it not be considered a romantic story? It seems like a riddle, but it's actually an invitation that only companions can understand.]

[Yao Guang: Haha, so the legacy that has drawn countless dreamers to its aid was clearly intended for the train crew from the very beginning; no one else had any hope of obtaining it. Moreover, the weight contained within both the pocket watch and the hat was beyond the capacity of greedy individuals. Only the most orthodox pioneering forces had the strength to receive it!]

[Firework: Wait a minute, so does that mean Mikhail actually managed to turn a compass into a working watch? How did he do that? That's a bit unbelievable, isn't it?]

[Qingque: Is this really the power of my thinking?]

The light screen shifted.

"..." Mikhail had returned to Dream Reef. He looked up at the towering garden on the steps and strolled up again.

The watch boy bounced around his feet: "We've arrived at Dream Reef, so where are we going next?"

Mikhail smiled faintly, his voice calm and serene: "Watch boy, I probably... won't go anywhere else."

The childish voice flowed along the light screen throughout the Milky Way.

Everyone suddenly realized what he was about to do.

Immortal Boat, Pinocchio, Genius Club... even Interstellar Peace Corporation, all the strangers in the universe who admired him, all the friends who regarded him as a kindred spirit, and all the enemies who cherished him, all straightened their posture.

"How come it's so fast?" March 7th's body trembled violently, and his face turned pale.

Hoshino, Dan Heng, Himeko, and Walter's eyes trembled.

Pam, dressed in her chef's uniform, trembled, her heart clenching as if gripped tightly. She nearly dropped the tray in her hands, and tears pattered onto it.

That inevitable moment has finally arrived.

A great soul is about to rest in peace!

In a secluded corner of the synesthetic dream, Gofemu, dressed in black, trembled with his lips.