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

[March 7th: Where did Cripper come from? Did the Amber King intervene? I didn't fall asleep halfway through, so why am I getting more and more confused?]

When she turned around, Himeko, Walter, Danheng, and even Hoshi, who had been laughing and joking with her, were all deep in thought with serious expressions.

No, what are they thinking about?

What am I?

March 7th held her little head and thought to herself in distress.

……

The black swan continued reading: "The dead and the dying slumber as usual, and the living also sleep soundly. Everyone is making a great fuss in silence and going about their own business. The galaxy radiates the vitality that should be present at the beginning of each era, at the cost of only a slight sorrow for a brother and sister."

Her voice was high-pitched and passionate, as if she were reciting a hymn: "Babies are born, stars are extinguished. Silver tracks are laid out. The story of the Star Train has come to an end, and begins anew."

"Time rolls ever forward, and the journey of exploration will also turn a new page."

Immediately afterwards, everyone in the galaxy witnessed an unbelievable scene.

In the very center of one's field of vision, several extra-large bold characters were displayed.

Even bold text! Are you kidding me?

[Dreamland] Pinocchio

Finish

[Fireworks: Oh~~ It's finished! Hooray!]

[Blue Sparrow: Sunday~~]

You actually sent it?!

[March 7th: What, what does this mean? Why does it look like the end credits of a movie?]

The next second, an even more astonishing scene unfolded...

"Honkai Impact 3rd: Sky Rails"

Leading actor

星

starring

Dan Heng as Dan Heng

? ? ? Adorned with the image of March 7th

? ? ? Plays the role of Huang Quan

[The Dreamer] plays the role of Sunday's servant.

Gopher Wood Ornament Dream Master

……

Friendship appearance

Silver Wolf

sambo

……

Script Director

艾利欧

Forever in memory

Mikhail

……

The text moved across the light screen at a constant speed, and then the light disappeared.

[March 7th: This... really is the end credits? Should I leave now in an orderly fashion? No, where should I leave to?]

[Su Chang: Could it be... that you still remember the last words Lai Gushi left at the end of the Xi Lian chapter? Could it be that we are really characters in a movie or comic book world? Once the story is finished, our lives and history will all come to an end?]

[Gui Naifen: Is the wrap-up joke going to become a reality? No way!]

The entire galaxy was gripped by fear.

"Can anyone tell me what happened?"

"If that's really the case, then forget about seven-day weekends, wouldn't our lives be completely meaningless, as if we were born merely to be supporting characters on the main stage?"

"Impossible! How could my life be so meaningless? My child is so adorable, my wife is so beautiful, how could they all just be..."

[Star: Oh! Everyone disperse, go home, go back to your mothers... what the hell! Damn it, do you want to be any more outrageous?!]

[March 7th: Huh? What does that have to do with Sunday?]

[Gold Sand: Sigh... I have to say, it's really quite nostalgic. If only Tsigania had been as beautiful as this dream back then, perhaps I wouldn't have wanted to wake up.]

[Black Tower: Hmph, it seems everyone has already noticed the problem.]

[March 7th: What's the problem? What did you find?]

I was completely confused on March 7th.

Have I lost my memory? Why do all the people around me look like riddle-makers?

Or……

Her pupils trembled, her eyes reflecting a deep fear: "Am I really a fool?"

Xing sighed and patted her shoulder: "Sigh... March, don't be so self-conscious. You're different from others, don't waste your time dwelling on this kind of thing... Shut up, get March a plate of melon seeds!"

[Black Tower: Dreams, eventually, must end.]

[March 7th: Why are we talking about dreams again...? You mean, it was all a dream? The reason Sunday didn't appear is because we never actually defeated Sunday?!]

[Su Chang: Was everything before just a lie?]

[Seele: I knew the company couldn't possibly be that kind of philanthropist. Pinocchio is clearly a whole order of magnitude richer than Bellenberg, and they just throw it away like that.]

[Qingque: Too explicit... It's such a shame, sob sob...]

Qingque rolled around in laughter on the spaceship's sleeper berth: "That's it, that's it! You did a great job on Sunday, a superb job!"

"The advantage is in my hands!"

Hope for a seven-day weekend was rekindled in the galaxy.

"Sunday, Mr. Sunday, let's go tanuki fishing one more time!"

[March 7th: How...how did you find out?]

[Star: Sigh... There's nothing I can do. Logically speaking, the people in Sunday's dream weren't out of character at all; their words and actions were perfectly normal. If Changye Yue had those skills, I wouldn't have been dragged away by my companions so easily. But the problem is that the major factions as a whole are too out of character, especially the company, the Genius Club, and the Erudite Society. This plot truly lives up to its reputation as a beautiful dream; it's sickeningly sweet.]

Mikhail: Absolutely. If you stuff this dream into your mouth and pull it out, you might end up with a set of "false teeth."

[Xu Zhao: It's such a shame he doesn't come to our magazine to serialize his exciting stories on Sundays. Damn it, such talented people, if only I could use them! I could lie around being the editor-in-chief and push all the work away... cough cough cough.]

[March 7th: He's in such a high position, going to a magazine... what if he actually goes and then kicks you out?]

[Fu Xuan: The key question is, how exactly did they manage to do it on Sunday? Putting aside others, Huang Quan is a Void Commander, and even she fell victim to it. Could Dominix really have done it?]

[Yao Guang: Perhaps, he has already...]

Yao Guang took a deep breath, looking at the talisman in his hand that showed no reaction whatsoever, and felt a chill run down his spine.

Could it be that even the Grand Music Festival was just a facade, and that Sunday had already taken that step and crossed that threshold?!

[Star: You mean, Taiichi really came back to life? Damn it, I never thought you, the sun of Pinocchio, were so cunning and good at hiding!]

——[Next up: "Then on the Eighth Day"]

The light screen illuminated, revealing a line of words: May this journey ultimately reach the stars!

Everyone hurriedly looked up, some with eager anticipation, others with mixed feelings, gazing at the sky.

"Countless shooting stars streak across the sky tonight... If you choose the right one, it will carry your wishes to hundreds of worlds."

In the darkness, the black swan's murmur flowed into Xing's ears before the scene appeared on screen, pulling her into the narrow space between dreams and reality.

"You feel very relaxed now, right? Well... now it's time to tell you a little bedtime story."

Click.

The scene suddenly brightens, revealing a fortune-telling room adorned with star-shaped lights. A black swan, her hand supporting her chin, stares intently at a fortune-telling book as she utters a simple yet terrifying statement.

"Let's get to the conclusion: in the battle against Sunday, the entire train crew, and indeed everyone at Pinocchio, failed; there were no survivors."

[Star: Haha, haha.]