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

On Sunday, turning to face the train crew, his usually composed gaze turned serious: "That Star God actually cast a glance at Pinocchio at a time like this... Is it a resonance from the legacy of [Pioneering]? Or perhaps..."

"Your teamwork is so strong that even the Star God was moved?"

A formidable rival indeed. Perhaps, no matter how meticulous his plan, there's still a chance that a loophole could be found.

Himeko's gaze sharpened: "In my opinion, there is another possibility—perhaps He also wanted to know who would control Pinocchio's future, which is why He came to witness on behalf of the deceased Star Gods (Akivili and Taiichi)."

[Star: I know this well, I'm just curious!]

hiss……

Everyone in the Milky Way was jolted awake as if struck by lightning.

Don't say things like that about Zandal!

……

On Sunday, in the light screen, he realized that the matter could no longer be resolved amicably.

Ultimately, ideas must be popularized through force.

With one hand behind his back, he spoke with conviction: "In that case, on behalf of the dream master of Pinocchio and the 107,336 members of the Oak family, I formally extend an invitation to you all—"

"We cordially invite you to the Pinocchio Grand Theatre for the upcoming Harmonious Music Festival. Of course, you will not be in the audience, but rather at the center of the stage."

"This concerns the future of the stellar core, Pinocene, and even the entire galaxy. To be fair, let's settle this there."

"Since you all firmly believe in the path of Archivist, show me His courage and resolve."

With that, he strode away and stepped onto the final stage.

[Fireworks: So, no matter what, the families representing harmony are just background figures, only able to take orders from the victor? I almost couldn't tell who the local bully was anymore. This time, both are challengers, right? Tsk tsk, the families have less face than the God of Fun.]

[Star: Haha, come on, old man! With the dual recognition of Hippe and the watchmaker, you are the true challenger!]

[Phantom Image: 107,000... and there are even odd numbers. Wait a minute, in the entire Oak family, isn't Robin the only one who didn't participate in the Rebellion of Order?]

[Robin: This...I'm the traitor?]

Am I an outsider?

[Fireworks: To be precise, it's a series of betrayals, a nested betrayal. After all, the oak family betrayed the clan, and the robin betrayed the clan in turn; two negatives make a positive, so it's as if there was no betrayal at all.]

[Star: Clear Broth Master!]

The train crew and the fireflies parted ways here, each heading off to their own mission.

Fireflies soar into the sky, defying death to find life, providing essential support for the final battle on another battlefield.

The train crew, on the other hand, confronts order head-on and shatters the dream!

In the Dream Reef, Gallagher stood guard beside the clockmaker, the hound's nose catching the scent of the final battle.

"I can't believe it, old man, your absurd plan actually came true. Are all of you nameless fools just acting on impulse?"

Mikhail: We call it unwavering loyalty, a bond forged in life and death.

Gallagher sighed, "Hmph, not to mention those nameless guests, that kid with wings on his head is just like you, stubborn and won't admit defeat until he's faced with a death sentence... Fate is cruel. If it weren't for this damned destiny, we might actually have gotten along well."

"But in the end, we finally got our revenge. That feels good. Remember how those bastards cursed us back then, huh? They said: 'Go to hell, you damned traitors'..."

He turned to look at his "sleeping" old friend and sighed deeply: "Mikhail, Mikhail, I don't know if what they say is true, but if one's heart yearns for freedom, one deserves to go to hell..."

"Hmph, then I'll be going down to find you soon, you old man."

"Let's have dinner together in hell..."

The light screen was dim.

"Oh, I almost forgot, there's one more thing..." Gallagher said, "I'll toast you with this cup of 'Parting and Reunion'... Pioneer..."

"A tribute to the imperfect... tomorrow."

[Xing: It's too early to say. We may meet now, but we might not be able to part ways. But we can't miss out on the good drinks. When we meet for the "first time" at Liumeng Reef, I'm going to actually taste them!]

[Gallach: Ha, kids shouldn't drink.]

[Star: Tsk~~ Stingy.]

As the sound faded, the light screen fell completely silent.

But everyone in the galaxy was not relaxed; instead, they stared intently upwards, their hearts pounding.

Everyone knows that when it lights up again, it will determine the lives of Pinocchio, and perhaps everyone else!

[Robin: Brother, the path you choose has no future.]

[Star: Come on, old man. It's time to settle everything!]

[Qingque: Good luck!]

Long live the seven-day weekend!

The light screen didn't remain silent for long before it suddenly lit up! Even though everyone was temporarily blinded as a result, they didn't look away.

In the light screen, the train crew forges ahead, overcoming all obstacles and ambushes set up by Sunday, and gaining a deeper understanding of his philosophy in the process of solving them.

Sunday has been a long day in front of the highest stage of the Pinocchio Grand Theatre, which is the reddest and blackest of the theaters.

"Miss Himeko, even now, do you still believe that [Order] only wants to turn the entire universe into its puppet?"

Himeko's mind was as firm as iron: "No matter how perfect the paradise you describe is, a cage is still a cage."

March 7th argued vehemently, "In that kind of world, it's impossible for people to find true happiness! They're just toys of the star gods!"

"..." Sunday sighed softly, saying with great regret, "It seems everyone has misunderstood my intentions all along. I hereby formally declare: my ideal is neither to resurrect the Star God, nor to ascend to godhood—"

His voice was calm and even, but his golden eyes burned with longing: "There is only one thing I want to do, and that is to create a paradise that belongs only to us humans, where there are no star gods, only [order], and where everyone's dignity and happiness can be embraced."

[Star: Seriously, old man? You're going to... liberate the universe from its fate's prison? Robin, stop your brother!]

Why does this sound more and more like a deceased person with a hole in their chest? It's terrifying.

[Robin: This... how can I...]

[Firework: Oh, that's easy. Just yell at him, yell at him hard, the spicier the better, the more sarcastic the better, use every filthy swear word imaginable! He'll be passed out in less than ten sentences! Then you can put him in whatever position you want, right?]

[Robin: Dirty, dirty mouth?]

[Star: Still want to see a concert? There are no more concerts! You're not in this house anymore, there's no place for you in this house, ahhhhhh!!! Is that so?]

[Fireworks: Tch~~ Too elegant, it has no punch at all.]

[Sunday: The Masked Fool, I never imagined your cunning tongue could be so wicked. Attempting to pollute the purest and most beautiful things in the universe? Have you finally learned what manners are? Don't let the beautiful dream of order truly result in casualties!]

Himeko disagreed with Sunday's idea: "You're wrong. If people are to live with dignity, then no one or nothing should ever be above them."

Her eyes were like knives: "And in your so-called paradise, that person is you."

On Sunday, he sighed, "It seems we can't convince each other no matter what. Fate has destined us to fight each other. Since things have come to this, let's use our respective destinies to show the universe a righteous path."

"However, before the prelude to the future officially begins, I would appreciate it if you could take some more time to consider the question I have raised—"

He stepped alone into the final, largest curtain, and with his footsteps and words, countless iron golems rose to their feet.

Are day and night equal?

Are the righteous equal to the sinner?

"If man is born weak—"

On Sunday, he turned around, opened his arms, and suddenly flew up. The only spotlight shone on him, like holy light descending from God.

His address to the train crew seemed to be a question to the world: "From which deity can the weak find peace?"

Many in the Milky Way, watching his figure gradually disappear, enthusiastically shouted, "It's you! Mr. Sunday, we love you!"

[Star: Ah... Ah-ba-ah-ba. What is that?]

After the final set of performances—past, present, and eternal—was shattered, the main stage of the Pinocchio Grand Theatre, the place where the Star Core was stored, and also the resting place of the comedic god's avatar, was separated only by a curtain.

"I am aware of your resolve."

The faint sound of Sunday drifted over, and in the pitch-black theater, all the iron golems stood at attention, like hanged ghosts being pulled up by the death line.

The curtain slowly rose, and light gently poured in.

"Now, I grant you the right to look directly at the sun."

[Wan Di: Is he also the rising sun?]

[Bai E: Hiss... He also said he would bear the necessary pain of this world alone.]

Countless voices sang along with Sunday, he had transformed into something greater, a gigantic golden hand holding a conductor's baton, reaching out from behind a curtain of blinding light: "On these 107,336 rocks..."

"The omnipotent and all-powerful strings of harmony are at my disposal—"

Star held out his hand politely, his eyes trembling...

The roof of the grand theater gradually dissolves amidst the cascading golden waterfall, revealing the night sky illuminated as if it were daytime.

A golden giant rose from the ground!

"Choir, sing out, Dominix!"

"Come forward, you who are wandering in the shadow of death!"

Himeko frowned: "The embodiment of [Harmony]? So the true purpose of the [Harmony Grand Ceremony]... is to usurp it?"

[Black Tower: Is this the legendary Choir of Harmony, the Messenger of Harmony, a projection of Hippe himself? And Sunday, this Order Walker, actually managed to take it away? Although I had long suspected it would become his reliance, seeing a Messenger's control actually taken away... Hmph, quite the skill.]

[Star: Isn't stealing other people's messengers a skill exclusive to the Star God? How come the old man can do it too? And Hippe doesn't even care about this? Come to think of it, Star Howl and Dominix have already sent out two messengers, and this collaboration hasn't brought back many useful people; on the contrary, it has resulted in a considerable loss.]

[Fireworks: What if He actually likes this feeling? Once might be a coincidence, the second might be an accident, but if it happens a third time... hehe, then it'll be solid proof! Hipe is a masochist or something, how fun would that be?]

[March 7th: You probably already know that's impossible, right?]

[Xu Zhao: Hmph, that's not necessarily true. Hahaha, pen, please!]

[Yao Guang: Could it be that this is Sunday's ultimate goal? He wants to use the special connection between Dominix and Hipper to reverse-catalyze Hipper's concept and resurrect Taiyi?!]

[Star: Why does this technique sound so familiar?]