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

[Star: He's just taking advantage of the fact that the old Japanese man is an intellectual. If it were me, I'd throw him in the trash can and then smash the metal sheet with a baseball bat outside! At the very least, I'd buy him a cup of Himeko's coffee!]

[March 7th: Oops... Well, it's not that serious, is it? It's not like there's a second person who's that bad.]

That's Himeko's coffee! Killing someone is just a matter of a head falling to the ground...

[Potio: Chicken-wing head, how the hell did you manage to resist getting along with these guys? You can really stand it?]

[Sunday: How can I bear it? Sigh... because I have nothing to say, no reason to argue.]

The unrestrained businessman, having thoroughly enjoyed himself, left satisfied with his bottle of liquor.

The sunlight of the rising sun shone through the windowpanes into the dark confessional, yet it was as cold as twilight.

"..." Sunday was trembling all over and breathing unevenly.

Feeling wronged, angry, speechless... His lips trembled, his trembling fingers tapped his chin, and all sorts of emotions intertwined in his amber-like golden eyes, but this amber now showed signs of melting.

[Fireworks: Poor little bird, it looks like it's about to cry from being scolded, boohoo~~ so embarrassing.]

[Robin: My brother is actually very fragile.]

[Star: Even though we're on opposite sides, you still care about your brother? Sorry, old man. To avoid hurting the robin, I'll use a baseball bat to correct your beliefs!]

[Sunday: No need. My thoughts are already clear.]

Sunday took a deep breath. The confessional counselor, in his heart, sought answers from Hipper: "O soul of three faces, please hear my questions..."

"If the power and wealth of the strong can cover up crimes, who can judge them?"

"If the weak must pay any price to survive, who can guarantee their rights?"

"If even the purest and kindest souls can make mistakes, who can offer them solace?"

"If aiding the weak with the strong is truly the foundation of paradise..."

He lamented, "And who is it that leaves them only to wail in their suffering?"

Hipper did not provide an answer. So mortals began to seek the answer themselves.

The chat group fell silent for a moment.

Sunday's question is also an indictment from many people in the galaxy.

Iron Tomb, Extinction Lord, Extinction Scholar, Voyage Guardian, Scorched Earth Walker, Rescuer, Pre-War Caregiver... There are just too many bastards in this universe!

What exactly did these people who were just trying to live their lives do wrong?

Why is it that these guys just randomly "refresh" out of some corner of the universe at random times, and hundreds of millions or even billions of people have to fall down like wheat being harvested?

Why are they always the ones who pay the price?

The only hope lies with the savior of the Star Train or the rescue ship of the Interstellar Peace Corporation.

But the former are too few, while the latter are more numerous, but they will use their lives to buy their freedom.

"Who leaves us only to wail in human suffering?"

[Jingyuan: A thought-provoking question posed to the Star God. Sunday's ideal... is impeccable and admirable.]

[Yao Guang: It should be said that these three individuals are quite representative. One is genuinely kind-hearted, but caused trouble due to a moment of carelessness; another is a wicked person, but was accepted by the group because of his remorse—at least verbally; and the third doesn't believe in the group at all, but he understands that he can reap extremely high profits by paying very little for the group, so he shouts "Praise to the group!" while sneering as a parasite infiltrating it. And under Xi Pei's wing, how many of the latter two have actually gathered?]

[Black Tower: Ha! Just a few words of repentance and you can live like nothing happened? Such a good place, I bet every heartless idiot in the universe would flock there. In fact, there are probably people tempted right now, aren't there?]

Scott: Hmm~~

"Oh my, what a wonderful place." Scott pushed up his small sunglasses, his eyes filled with wistful admiration.

He is the third type of person, no doubt about it!

He said with great regret, "What a pity! I'm deeply entrenched in this company, and it would really hurt to give it up. Otherwise, wouldn't I be perfectly suited for Pinocchio? It would be such a perfect fit! Tsk tsk, sigh..."

Sunday: Everyone, do you understand now? You are luckier than me. During that time, I went through a long period of mental anguish before I finally woke up. The Harmony Clan and the family relentlessly promoted praise and the pursuit of dreams in Pinocchio, even setting up a special confessional. But beneath this useless facade, what kind of people were these so-called "Harmony Clan"? Those who worked diligently never made mistakes, yet they were still inevitably swallowed up by the dazzling city lights, ultimately becoming its nourishment. And the ignorant, greedy, and utterly shameless abused the rules with reckless abandon. As for the family's higher-ups… were they ever truly clean?

I finally understand that treating people in completely different circumstances equally, granting them the same degree of freedom, is no different from favoring the wicked! Those people are like rotting corpses, allowing the stench to ferment within the already flawed body established by God, until it collapses! This was not Hippe's intention, but His goodness will inevitably decline as the number of villains gathers, and His sins are already destined! In the end, only the good will bear the price. What difference is there between Hippe's good intentions and sweet poison?

[Star: Holy crap... there's such a twist to this?]

A few lines of text appeared in the chat group, and the world fell silent in contemplation.

It's really unexpected that a "suppression of the rebellion" that I thought would have no suspense would actually lead to a conflict over the Star God's ideology, and... what Sunday said really makes a lot of sense.

While it's unknown where the blueprints the watchmakers drew up for Pinocchio will lead, the company is certainly in a state of decline now.

Moreover, regardless of what Hipper himself thought, his fate did indeed seem to be heading downhill, hurtling all the way down to a point even lower than the bottom line.

[Yao Guang: No wonder, there's a reason why Harmony can be included among the four ultimate elements. In fact, aren't Sunday and the Dreamer currently being embraced by Hippie? How ironic! Hippie's "harmony" is too broad and too large, its boundaries are becoming increasingly thin, and naturally, it loses its binding force. Excessive tolerance leads to rampant corruption. Ultimately, if the beautiful dream can no longer continue one day, the universe will be like a burst bubble, vanishing in an instant.]

[Jing Yuan: This is similar to the story of the Longevity Plague Ancestor. They never intended to do evil; in fact, from their own perspective, they were entirely acting out of kindness. Yet, it inevitably led to extremely dangerous consequences. Or perhaps this is what is meant by inherent flaws, which are not even subject to the subjective will of the gods.]