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

[Tail: Did you hear that? Little guy, freedom is just around the corner, and I, the great one, finally have my chance...]

[Gui Naifen: I've figured it out! In a world of order, wouldn't Su Chang and I no longer have to rack our brains every day trying to come up with new jobs? We can just do the jobs we like, and we won't have to worry about making a living anymore! Isn't that great! Su Chang, shall we go too?]

[Su Chang: Um... If Mother finds out, she'll beat me so badly she won't recognize me, right?]

[Gui Naifen: It's alright, my husband will persuade Auntie to stop on Sunday.]

[Su Chang: Then I'll...]

[Dr. Truth: Ah~~ A world full of idiots who have given up thinking, just thinking about it makes me want to die.]

[That Summer: Since it's already a seven-day weekend, please remove education as well. I don't want to die a few years earlier because of it.]

Meanwhile, rumors were spreading among the lower levels of various factions, and people were restless.

A world without war, without pain, where you don't even have to go to work, where you're only responsible for your family and friends, and you can play non-stop every day.

How is this any different from heaven?

Ordinary people in the Milky Way gaze longingly, tears streaming down their faces.

"You should have told me there would be seven days off!"

"Am I dreaming? Is there really such a great boss in the world? Lai Gu Shi has done so much work, hearing this... I can't believe it!"

"Even if it's a dream, let me dream a little longer."

The Interstellar Peace Company was bustling with activity.

The low-paid frontline employees, who could only afford to share a bed on the company's corporate ship and even faced the risk of being "laid off" from time to time, as well as the senior team leaders whose salaries were enough to rent a one-bedroom apartment, were all very tempted.

Indeed, the company has a very high ceiling. The top ten people in Shixin, and even those at the P46 level and above in other departments, are truly the elite of the elite.

But they want to reach that level? Laughable. Even a specialist is one in a million; it's not something they can achieve.

They're tired of these empty promises; what's a little bit of hope worth?

The conditions they offered on Sunday were fair to everyone, ensuring that everyone could live a prosperous life!

……

"Minister!" The assistant hurriedly pushed open the office door of the Strategic Investment Department, then grabbed the lock and used his back to forcefully block the door. The loud knocking outside was louder than war drums.

He swallowed hard, forcing a weak smile. "Minister, there's been a small mishap, and the employees have a small request..."

"Open the door, I want to resign!"

"Let whoever wants to do this job do it, I'm not doing it! If there were any other way out, why would I put up with this crap? Today I'm going to be the boss! Hurry up and approve my resignation!"

"Hahaha..." The assistant's toes dug into the ground, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

The ten people from Diamond and Stone Heart looked at each other, then exchanged wry smiles.

Sunday is amazing! Just a few words were enough to cause such a riot among the company's lower-level employees.

If a few more systems are added, I'm afraid 90% of the company's employees will go on strike! A company this large cannot operate solely by senior management and ignore the grassroots level.

At that time, the company was no different from being bankrupt and dissolved!

"Hold on. As long as we lose on Sunday and the outlook is bleak, they'll naturally go back to their workstations and pray that we don't remember any of their faces."

He...won't succeed, will he?

[Oswaldo: Everyone in the market development department, quiet down! If you cause any more trouble, everyone's salary will be suspended and accounts frozen. Still want to cooperate with the order? Then prepare to leave with nothing, like that guy outside the confessional, selling your children to buy illegal immigration tickets! Think about the company's legal department, they have the power to do that. And think about your family, think about your children.]

In an instant, the company and the rest of the departments fell silent, gritting their teeth. They silently cursed Oswaldo's ancestors eight times over, "thanking" him for his utterly lacking virtue.

[Gold Sand: Sigh... I have to say, in this kind of situation, Schneider is better at maximizing his low moral advantage.]

[Star: Um... Am I the only one who thinks that with so many Sundays of protection, robins are so pampered that it's enviable?]

The atmosphere in the chat group suddenly became tense.

[March 7th: You're thinking about this at a time like this? The entire universe is practically turning against Sunday; we're all about to be trapped in a dream and can't get out!]

Since the train restarted, the Star Train is actually about to fall off the top spot on the Universe's Good People List!

[Shut up: Did you understand? Mr. Sunday once said that the day after Sunday is the second, the third, and even forever Sunday... Sunday and Sunday are homophones, which is quite amusing.]

[March 7th: Shut up! Is it time to analyze lame jokes?]

[Robin: In that case... being asked about your well-being by everyone would be a bit... annoying, wouldn't it?]

[March 7th: Miss Robin, don't follow their train of thought!]

March 7th is going to break down. Are there any normal people left in this world?

[Star: Damn it, did you hear that? Your sister says you're annoying!]

bother!

bother!!

bother!!!

On Sunday, I shuddered, my eyes glazed over, as if a great bell was ringing in my ears, and my legs trembled so badly I could barely stand.

The dreamer watched and watched from the side.

His prized student was now as timid as a three-year-old who had wet his pants; all traces of the high spirits he had displayed moments before were gone.

This kid is just too... what's that word from folk customs again? Oh right, a siscon!

"Well, deep affection isn't necessarily a bad thing."

"Hmm..." Sunday pressed her buzzing head, her little wings fluttered twice, and she regained consciousness.

[Sunday: One day, in a carefree new world, she will understand my good intentions.]

[Hanabi: Wow~~ For a siscon to defy her sister's sacred will, just how loyal is she to the order?]

Xing was even more amazed and filled with awe.

What's the difference between this and relying on one's own will to forcibly break through the taint of nothingness and escape the identity of a self-destructor?

Shouldn't a sister complex that's so extreme be harder to cure than meme contamination?

He actually managed to break free?

[Star: Damn it, is the old man's faith really this steadfast? It seems even Himeko's coffee might not be able to change his mind.]

[March 7th: What are you talking about so seriously? Is it really that serious?]

[Phantom Image: This is way too much!]

[Sunday: Cough, I'm not a siscon. Once we're in the real paradise, she'll understand, you'll understand, everyone will understand me.]

[Star: So, old man, you want to persuade me to surrender?]

[Sunday: In layman's terms, yes.]

[Star: Impossible! I'm the savior, the protagonist, the hero! Trying to persuade me to surrender? Hmph... Don't you have any conditions?]

[Pera: Ahem, cough cough, Your turn of events is no longer in line with the logic of literary creation.]

[Xu Zhao: Who said that? It seems to fit perfectly to me.]

[Star: Nonsense, who would surrender without conditions?]

[March 7th: What kind of main character is this?]

[Sunday: A world without work or competition for resources, isn't that enough?]

[Star: Isn't this how I am? In that case, old man...]

In the light screen, Sunday began a further division and disintegration, and he looked at the only "temporary teammate" among them.

"Miss Firefly—you, who suffer from entropy loss syndrome, must understand what this means, right?"

"..." Liu Ying took a deep breath, her small hands clenched in front of her chest, her heart in turmoil.

It's more than just understanding; it's something I've always dreamed of!

No, it's even worse than that, because even dreaming about it is a luxury for her.

March 7th scratched his head: "It sounds... like it's flawless."

After a long pause, Liu Ying opened her eyes: "Then... what is the price for all of this?"