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

[Star: Entropy Loss?]

[Dan Heng: There are vague records in the train's think tank. In short, it means that every cell in her body will gradually disintegrate and die over time, and there is no cure.]

[Star: What? What? So she's actually going to fight the Japanese with us? Go get some rest!]

[Firefly: I've been resting for... a long time.]

[Xi Lian: Ugh, that's really bad news. But, hehe, maybe I can help you.]

[Silver Wolf: But the Firefly in the light screen... she shouldn't surrender at three points, right?]

Such a good playmate, could Taiyi really take him away?

It's unbearable to repair!

Frustrated, she frantically flipped through the script, but her role in Pinocchio was extremely short, and Elio's grasp of spoilers was so precise that she couldn't find the ending.

"Damn it, but..."

She put her legs up on the table, popped a piece of bubble gum into her mouth, and looked away.

If that's the case, wouldn't that really be the best outcome for fireflies? At least 80% would be good.

Should I wish her well?

[Kafka: Trust her. And trust Eriol. The fact that we're all standing here means we'll see the final destination.]

On Sunday, his smile faded, he took a deep breath, and then turned his back to the crowd.

"The cost is negligible..."

He said, heavy yet resolute, "It is only a personal... permanent martyrdom. If this paradise is to be maintained for all, someone must be plunged into solitary lucidity until the end of the universe."

[Star: Hmm... No wonder you managed to appear on two lists at the same time. Old Ri, you're really ruthless to yourself... But why you? Doesn't Taichi do any work?]

Walter: ...

Walter pushed up his glasses, his brows furrowed. This kind of autocratic person who devised a plan for the future for everyone, especially one whose core method was spiritual will... seemed familiar.

[Yao Guang: How to put it? A living saint, pure and selfless, with only a yearning for a utopian world, and enough responsibility. It's just a pity that saints in thought usually find it difficult to be recognized during their lifetime.]

[March 7th: So, no one else has to pay the price? That's too good to be true... So, what's Miss Firefly's choice?]

Liu Ying didn't hesitate any longer: "Wake up..."

She took a deep breath, having made her decision, and stared solemnly at Sunday, saying, "So, that paradise is still a dream. Stepping into paradise means abandoning reality, right?"

Sunday's gaze flickered for a moment, but quickly disappeared as he glanced at Firefly behind him: "This is not giving up, but surpassing."

"Flesh and blood are fragile and weak. If material things are the root of spiritual suffering, then we should overcome them."

Under the gaze of everyone on the train, Liu Ying took two steps forward, raised her head high, and as the last of the Grammer Knights, she had her own principles.

"But in this kind of 'happiness,' people have never overcome suffering, and have forever lost the opportunity to overcome it. To put it another way..."

She enunciated the last two words with extreme clarity: "This is [escapism]."

Upon hearing this assertion, Sunday glanced back at her but did not argue with her about the words: "You can think that way, but running away is not shameful. On the contrary, everyone has the seed of running away in their heart."

"Don't you think so too, Miss Firefly? Why does life sleep? It's because people are afraid to wake up from their dreams."

"But this does not conflict with a great cause. Only by acknowledging this can we understand the weaknesses of human nature, and thus embrace and protect them."

After a moment's thought, the firefly said, "I... acknowledge that you are a natural leader. You are filled with pessimism about humanity, yet you still hold a negative attitude and treat all beings equally. But I am different from you—"

She crossed her arms: "I live for myself. In my view, it is a matter of course for people to make choices for themselves, and it is their inherent right."

On Sunday, one of his eyes, visible in profile, flickered slightly.

He truly hadn't expected that he had chosen the wrong person. This person, who should have had the greatest desire for a healthy body and a bright future, actually possessed such a degree of unwavering perseverance ingrained in his very bones.

Firefly continued, "Perhaps escapism is the nature of the weak, but who is weak... should not be defined by others."

"Do you also see me as a weakling?"

"..." Sunday sighed. He knew that answering was pointless and he couldn't convince the other party.

Without waiting for his reply, Liu Ying gave a firm and resolute answer: "I don't think so."

[Jing Yuan: Brilliant! A truly exquisite rebuttal. There's an old saying in the Immortal Ship: "The brave, in their anger, draw their swords against the stronger; the cowardly, in their anger, draw their swords against the weaker." There exists something called destiny, something inextricably linked to idealism; strength and weakness aren't determined by others' opinions.]

[Robin: I... phew... yes, for example, I hate being defined by others.]

[Yao Guang: Sunday's ideas and vision are excellent, but unfortunately, anything taken to extremes is not far from collapse. While escapism may be useful, it's only temporary; the problem is never truly solved. The reason "avoidance" and "solution" are not synonymous is because ultimately, it's unavoidable and inevitable. The problems, fermented over time, will likely become incredibly difficult. There's a saying we all dislike, isn't there? Trust in the wisdom of future generations. Sunday's solution is to work 007 every day, while others slack off, shouldering everything alone. His bravery and selflessness are undeniable. But can one person's shoulders truly bear the weight of the entire cosmos?]

[Star: I can.]

[March 7th: Have some shame.]

Yao Guang's words sparked another wave of enthusiasm for resonating with fireflies throughout the universe.

Most people hate a tiring and hopeless life, but they also can't forget that such a life is also strongly associated with a boss who is stubborn, unreasonable, and always likes to act arbitrarily.

And most importantly, while the system described on Sunday is certainly appealing, it all hinges on him alone. Can he be trusted?

Whether it's strength, spirit, or ideas, can they truly withstand the test of time and remain as stable as Mount Tai?

"The promise he made on Sunday is good, but isn't it a bit too much? It feels like a pie falling from the sky; I can hardly believe it. He's just a wanderer of destiny; can he really resurrect Taiyi? Even if he could, what if Taiyi is killed again in a few decades? By then, wouldn't we, who have been lying in our dreams for decades, be long since crippled? Would we still be able to live our original lives? Wouldn't we suffer even more?"

[Qingque: Well... what if we didn't go to extremes on Sunday, and gave everyone the chance to choose him, or someone else?]

[Fu Xuan: Unfortunately, the answer is still no. In this model, order must truly govern everything to ensure the dream remains unbroken. Once someone is excluded, variables arise. And with variables, the dream being shattered is only a matter of time. Therefore, he will not, and cannot, give people a choice. This is the problem this logic must face.]