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

The robin chimed in, "Lord Dream Master, if it can be proven that the Harmonious Music Ceremony has nothing to do with the Star Core and that we were just overthinking things... I will return to the stage to sing as promised."

"Um……"

The dreamer appears open and honest at this moment: "Sunday, robin, I have watched you grow up and know your nature well. You are now truly His (the synonym's) most devout messengers... I know your resolve."

"This is a matter of great importance, no trivial matter. Since Mr. Walter has so earnestly requested this, I will personally take charge to show my response. If necessary, the entire Oak family is at your disposal."

He even said, "Sunday, could you plead with it to send down its light and ask me questions on its behalf, so that all lies may be exposed?"

On Sunday, a strange smile flickered in her eyes, which were partially hidden beneath her bangs.

After the dreamer finished speaking, the atmosphere in the chat group became tense for a moment.

[March 7th: He... he's willingly taking on the same curse as the gold dust to prove his innocence?]

[Gold Sand: This is unexpected. Doesn't this mean we're handing our lives over to Sunday?]

[Walter: Strange. Could it be that he truly has a clear conscience and steadfastly practices harmony? Is there someone else behind this so-called disruption of order?]

After all, they believe that the logic behind the Dream Master's allegiance to Taiyi is still very fragile.

This conclusion was drawn simply because Sunday identified the dreamer as likely to be the boss, and the light screen revealed that the final enemy was Order.

But the question is, what if Mr. Sunday, in his dashing appearance... is actually wrong?

[Fireworks: Did the Chicken Wings Boy's Identification Fails?]

[Yao Guang: Well, I just did another divination, and the dreamer's head... is extremely auspicious.]

[Star: No way? Then all my trash talk was for nothing?!]

Everyone who has watched this far is stunned and has fallen into deep self-doubt.

"Could it be that the dreamer has been wrongly accused?"

"Is Mikhail's current predicament truly not his fault?"

……

Immortal boats and jade palaces.

Yao Guang's narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes narrowed slightly. She remembered the suspicion that had always lingered in her heart but had never been proven.

This is extremely auspicious, indicating that the dreamer's answer will not lead to imprisonment...

She looked at Sunday on the screen, his face beaming with smiles, a stark contrast to his expression at Dream Reef.

"But on the other hand, what if the question setter went easy on us?"

"Hmm... is the water in Pinocchio really this deep?"

If what she thought was true, then the obstacle blocking the train was far more than just one fellow traveler, and perhaps... she couldn't even see it!

……

Sunday is my duty: "I will obey your will."

The dreamer then entrusted his sister with the dream: "Robin, could you be there to witness and record the truth, and to proclaim my innocence, so that all the slander may vanish?"

The robin nodded: "As you command."

The dreamer said, "We wish you to act on earth as you would in heaven."

[Qingque: Heaven and earth bear witness, you should speak with conscience on Sunday.]

On Sunday, stand tall and silently recite a prayer, asking the invisible blades and axes to strike the person: "O soul of three faces, brand his tongue and palms with hot iron, so that he may not lie or make false oaths."

A colorful halo confines the dreamer's mind.

The gold dust even tried to experience it for a moment.

[Gold Sand: Hiss~~ They're serious.]

The people in the Milky Way stared intently at the Dream Master, especially the train crew.

The dreamer said frankly, "Let's begin. I don't have much to prepare."

"Yes," Sunday solemnly replied. "Then ask yourself: have you always been devout to your God and never worshipped other gods?"

The dreamer replied, "That's only natural."

The power of harmony did not respond.

On Sunday, he further asked, "Do you love your God as you love yourself, and always remember His admonitions?"

The dreamer replied, "That's only natural."

Tongxie had no response.

Sunday's question was a bit harsher: "Have you turned away from the path your God expects of you, and failed in His name?"

The dreamer said, "Never before."

Dong! A series of bells rang out behind us, the prelude to the upcoming Harmonious Music Ceremony.

"Do you...?"

The questions asked on Sundays became increasingly demanding, yet the dreamer's answers were always only two: "It is so" and "Never before."

Meanwhile, the majestic light of the same harmony remained unchanged.

[Star: No way... Did they really get the wrong person? Mikhail, is there anyone else who's particularly hostile towards you?]

[Mikhail: Well, if we're talking about personal animosity, neither of us really qualifies, but if we're talking about differing stances, he's always been the most vehement.]

On Sunday, he cleared his throat and asked the final question: "Can you swear that you will fulfill everything you have promised, whether in the past, present, or future?"

The dreamer closed his eyes and spoke slowly and firmly: "By the Star God, if my words are untrue or I break my promise, then I shall be cursed according to the law."

However, Tongxie remained unresponsive.

The Walter lens reflected a deep sense of doubt.

On Sunday, with a relaxed smile, he announced: "...He saw your beliefs and endorsed them. This proves—"

[March 7th: No way? Really not?!]

March 7th scratched his head with a puzzled look on his face.

Tongxie actually completely accepted the dreamer's opinion?

[Star: This... I've already charged up my 40-meter baseball bat, almost swung it halfway, and then they yell "cut!"? That could easily cause a herniated disc!]

[Qingque: There's still Sunday. First, we identified the dreamer, and then we personally cleared his name. This was too much trouble, but... it's a good thing, isn't it?]

[Star: So, who am I supposed to hit with this bat? I look around, completely clueless.]

[Gold Sand: Doesn't this mean we have to start all over again? There's not much time left before the Harmonious Ceremony begins and the power of the Star Core sweeps across Pinocchio, is there? It's already too late to find the culprit.]

[Star: How about we just push Mikhail around and run away?]

[Walter: No, this time, I object!]

[Yao Guang: Oh? You're here?]

Yao Guang took a deep breath. The moment to confirm her thoughts had finally arrived!

[March 7th: What's coming?]

Within the light screen, Walter shouted sharply, "Please wait a moment."

This sound brought everyone in the Milky Way back to their senses.

They clearly saw that Walter's eyebrows were furrowed and his face was stern, but the object of his attention was not the dreamer, but Sunday!

"What's wrong, Mr. Walter?" Sunday asked.

Walter said, "As far as I know, family harmony has never depended on so-called 'laws'..."

His eyes lingered on this "comrade" who had sworn "for paradise".

"Is the 'god' you two just mentioned really that Hipper?"

[Qingque: Oh right! They were acting all mysterious just now, and they were even using the power of harmony, so I automatically assumed it was Hippe. Could it be that they were actually "always devout and never converted" all along...?]

[Black Tower: Ha, I didn't expect that such a crucial occasion would involve such petty wordplay. And it seems Hipper's spies aren't very sharp.]

[Star: Could it be...!]

[March 7th: No way?]

[Robin: Brother, you actually...]