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

Inside the train, Xing felt a surge of vibrant, orderly energy suddenly rising from the fetus of philosophy, and goosebumps shot from the soles of her feet all the way to the back of her head.

"What...what is this thing?"

Her heart pounded wildly, and a terrible premonition raced through her mind.

……

"The day of no doubt has arrived."

The philosophical fetus pushes a sphere of light as blazing as the sun towards the sky, surrounded by singers who sing. The light dominates everyone's vision, celebrating the birth of this great new life!

"The embryo of philosophy..."

"To reshape the world and all its phenomena for us!"

As the light faded, the golden giant Dominix had melted away, leaving behind a golden head with closed eyes, embraced by massive golden arms. The faintly visible, shimmering aura possessed a majestic presence that commanded reverence.

[The Philosophical Child] Sunday, His new name.

[March 7th: Praise be to the emperor... Ugh, pshaw, pshaw.]

March 7th shook its little head, making the most of its unique talent of letting things go in one ear and out the other, trying to shake the orderly melody that had entered its mind out of its head.

"What on earth is this thing?"

The sensory synchronization alone is amazing; if an ordinary person were to be there in person, they might actually shout "Long live the Emperor!"

What's even more dangerous is that his power is still increasing!

"This is..." Walter pushed up his glasses with a serious expression.

The familiar stories of old friends became clearer in my mind.

All too familiar, the Adam of the Spirit… that person once attempted to connect and merge the consciousness of all humanity into a collective spiritual entity to combat the increasingly terrifying collapse. But due to various inherent deficiencies and the active resistance from all sides, that plan predictably failed.

But now, in a foreign land, I have come across a completely upgraded version, one that is even more influential than the previous one.

[Star: Old man, after being hit by a train, you still have the strength to fight back?]

[Jing Yuan: Impressive... His dream was disrupted, his shared power was intercepted by the robin, and he himself was repeatedly injured in the protracted battle. Under such adversity, how could he still draw a trump card that could turn the tide of battle? He has already taken on the responsibility of the main force, and now he has transformed into a surprise force, combining the orthodox and the unorthodox in one. Impressive!]

March 7th: This isn't the time...

[Sunday: Strange, so weak, so incredibly weak? It can only be used as a last-ditch effort when all hope is lost?]

He should have ascended to godhood and taken control of the entire situation from the very beginning.

Why are we in such a passive position?

[March 7th: No, is this weak? This is already an unprecedented level of super envoy strength, right? And it seems to be increasing!]

[Star: Old Ri, you're really something...]

[Yao Guang: There's no mistake. This is the nascent form of a star god, who wants to use his previous accumulation to summon Taiyi in one fell swoop. It's even possible that he wants to transform into Taiyi! And...]

In a sense, He has already succeeded on a certain level! It's just that His power level is still far from sufficient.

"No wonder, no wonder my fate during this period was unpredictable..." Yao Guang finally understood what had caused all the strange phenomena before.

If she could figure this out, would she need to go to such great lengths, work so hard, and painstakingly try to find a successor for her junior sister?

[Yao Guang: If you don't want him to fall into a baby-like sleep again, stop him quickly!]

[Star: Now that things have come to this... Pam, get angry! Let Old Man see the power of the evil plush toy!]

[Pam: Huh? Me? I might as well just run a train over there.]

[Star: Deal! Pam, speed up!]

The embryonic conception uttered a divine voice as resounding as a great bell: "If your paradise can save more people, then cut off my path yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the energy fluctuations of order were no longer confined to Himself, but spread throughout Pinocene.

The alternation of day and night in the sky suddenly accelerated.

A silent divine voice was instilled into their minds.

In the beginning was the Word, and on the first day, he gave truth.

Xing and the others' eyes sharpened. They didn't need a warning to understand that some unknown, dangerous thing was about to arrive!

Everyone on the train crew did their best.

Star flips his top hat, scattering golden shooting stars alongside the Watch Boy.

Himeko's railgun spewed out deadly flames...

Boom boom boom boom boom!!!

All their attacks struck the Philosophy Fetus's golden shield, but they only received an increasingly intense light of order, failing to even touch the Philosophy Fetus with a speck of dust.

The embryonic form of philosophy: "Dead star god, I salute you."

The next day, he was given the calendar.

In the blink of an eye, the sun and moon alternated again, and an inexplicable sense of crisis sent chills down one's spine.

"By this seven-day oath, I command you to obey my orders—"

[Hanabi: That's quite respectful. Taichi, kneel down, I have a favor to ask you.]

[Star: What on earth is going on here?]

[Screw Gum: In a certain civilization in the universe, there was once a myth that the sole deity, in a still chaotic universe, created all the matter and rules of the world in six days, and chose to rest on the seventh day. This is how the week has seven days. And the role of Sunday…]

[Qingque: He wants to create something entirely new?!]

[Hanabi: So, does that mean... the world he created should only have one day off a week?]

[March 7th: Um... does it matter?]

[Company employee: This is definitely important!]

The train crew seized the time and launched a desperate attack.

Walter no longer concealed his strength, unleashing the full power of his Eden Star staff, which resembled a black hole that tore the golden shield apart and distorted it.

Bang!

Finally, the outer protective layer of the philosophical embryo was broken.

What followed was a full-scale, relentless attack by the train crews, regardless of the cost.

He let out a painful groan on Sunday, but even so, he did not stop the ritual and pulled his hand back in retaliation.

On the third day, he was given language.

The fourth day...

……

On the sixth day, [meaning] was bestowed.

Despite the relentless attacks, the embryonic form of philosophy was not killed in its cradle; it survived!

A golden halo suddenly appeared behind it, its light illuminating the entire Asdna.

All the attacks that came at us vanished in the blink of an eye, as if the ice and snow had melted away.

He no longer embraced himself, but held himself up with both hands, and golden tears, or perhaps the blood of a compassionate god, flowed from his still tightly closed eyes.

March 7th cried out in alarm, "What is it? Is something terrible coming?"

The train crew did not give up and continued their attack with all their might.

But the philosophical embryo at this point was completely unconcerned; it passionately proclaimed, "It was man who recreated you!"

On the seventh day, he was granted dignity.

As soon as he finished speaking, the magnificent sound of the bell resounded all around.

[March 7th: No way... He really pulled off that incredible maneuver? Judging from his tone, is Taiyi going to be resurrected?!]

[Star: I feel like we're doomed...]

[Hanabi: Sigh... I knew it. All attempts to interrupt a progress bar will ultimately fail.]