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

The author has two pieces of news. One is bad news: I'm going on a long trip starting tomorrow, and I won't have time to write for five consecutive days.

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Within the light curtain, Taiyi's dream crumbled.

Beneath the overpass at the golden hour, the flash of a shooting star stung their eyelids, and the fireworks slowly awoke. All the sleeping people slowly came over, clutching their throbbing heads, looking around in surprise and uncertainty.

On the overpass, Dr. Truth breathed a sigh of relief as the Black Swan turned and looked back in front of the Daydream Hotel.

Everything ended so peacefully.

[Star: Fireworks, you were so powerful online, but I didn't expect you to be so lame offline? You just fell asleep, how embarrassing. Oh dear, so shameful~~~ Hehe, the old Japanese are kind-hearted too. You were so rude before, so if it were me, I would have to give you some "special treatment," enjoy it all by yourself... In the beginning was great!]

[Sambo: So you went to Pinocchio just to mock "Taiyi" for a meal, and then sleep, or even sleep on the street? You could do that online too. Was it really necessary to waste a boat ticket?]

[March 7th: Wow (without emotion), is this the kind of friendship people have? I wouldn't even say something like that when I'm provoking someone.]

[Fireworks: Hey! That's a really heartless thing to say. Little Gray, I did... offer you some encouragement in the void!]

After saying that, Hanabi scratched her head, looking completely bewildered, while holding her mask.

That's strange.

She found a few pages of paper; they contained the plan that the Star Core Hunter had entrusted to her.

Logically speaking, she should have used ingenuity no less than that of playing with the cornerstones of gold dust to send the mutual destruction button to every corner of Pinocchio, and then made a big splash.

Could it be... that all my efforts were wasted just because my eyelids were drooping?

This... is really embarrassing.

"Impossible! How could the clever and quick-witted Lady Hanabi have really been careless and fallen asleep?"

At the same time, Sundays evoke similar feelings.

The overall logic of the event seems reasonable, but in the details, it deviates too much from his expectations, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it is incongruous.

However, he did not believe that this was another dream he had meticulously planned to "appease people's hearts."

Because he hadn't prepared any of these, and he hadn't even thought about layering them so many times!

"Where exactly did things go wrong?"

Could it be that I placed too high expectations on the power of shared will, while my ability to control the course of events was even worse?

Otherwise, why would the original plan of transforming into order have turned into the resurrection of Taiyi?

Even something as simple as this was left hanging at the last minute, barely half done?

[March 7th: Wait a minute! Why is this appearing again?]

A startled exclamation in the chat group drew everyone's attention.

They looked toward the light screen and saw the familiar closing announcement appear again.

[Dreamland] Pinocchio

Finish

……

It was almost exactly the same as before, except for two very different things.

Lightning, River of Oblivion Guardian, Sprout Robe, Underworld

Pinocchio as Gallagher

In addition to removing Jingyuan, the biographical information of Lazarina, Tirnan, and Mikhail was added.

Many people in the galaxy shuddered as a bad impression assaulted their minds.

But when the lives of the three nameless men flashed before my eyes, their resilience and greatness somewhat diluted this feeling.

[Star: A tribute to the great anonymous travelers!]

March 7th: A Tribute to the Great Unsung Heroes!

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Mikhail: A Tribute to the Great Unsung Heroes!

[Gallach: You old rascal, you're really optimistic. To say something like that while delivering your own eulogy.]

[Star: Seriously, what's going on with you? What do you mean by "Pinocchio playing Gallagher"?]

[Black Tower: Is it because fifty-two people pieced you together? Or... literally, are you the will of Pinocchio born from the activation of a dream, here to help your "father"?]

[Gallach: Guess again. The more accurate your guess, the faster I'll die. When you've all guessed and I haven't uttered a single word in response, that'll be a perfect hit.]

[March 7th: Anyway, this time it shouldn't be a dream...]

March 7th pursed her lips, feeling awkward and hesitant to speak.

[Sunday: Rest assured. I do not have such a multi-layered dream. Because dreams are not traps, but rather a paradise for everyone, and there is no need to layer them.]

[Star: Whew~~ You scared me!]

The atmosphere on the train and throughout the galaxy finally relaxed.

You can either relax or accept it helplessly.

The seven-day weekend ultimately lost out to the unemployed...

Xing clapped her hands and smiled at her companions: "Now, we can finally pop the champagne without worry, right?"

A beeping sound from the light screen caused her smile to freeze instantly.

This feeling...

The train crew looked at each other in bewilderment.

Xing's lips trembled, her smile more beautiful than her tears, though it was difficult for onlookers to distinguish between the two: "Ha, haha... March, how come everything you say is so accurate?"

Need I say more? This dream actually has another layer.

March 7th awkwardly stared at her fingers: "I...who knows why it works for bad things but not good ones?"

Xing suddenly clutched her head in alarm and exclaimed, "No! Could it be that this dream is like an eternal cycle, from which I can never wake up?"

[Star: Old Japanese, isn't that a bit inappropriate? You look like an innocent little band member, but you're actually quite cunning?]

[Sunday: Um...]

I felt a little wronged on Sunday.

No, he's already suffered such an absurd defeat, how could he have lied?

[Robin: Brother, you're still lying, you actually...]

Sunday: No, let me explain...

"Hmm~!" Xing hugged her shoulders, threw herself into the sofa in a huff, and stared at the light screen.

[Star: X (an anonymous person swears)! Come on, what bad news is it now? What storms haven't I seen? I refuse to believe that the Japanese can be more ruthless than the Japanese! Come on, bring on the tough stuff!]

[Fireworks: Did you hear that, Chicken Wing Boy? Little Gray Hair thinks it's not enough, give her something even stronger!]

The company's employees looked up at the light screen.

Is there hope again?

"Go Sunday! This time you absolutely must 'talk' the train crew to defeat them, and incidentally, elbow the Void Star God!"

"Mr. Sunday is truly a persistent, cunning, and shrewd old man!"

Are you complimenting someone?

"No! I still have eight hundred years to live! Savior, please hold on! I don't want to fall into nothingness!"

On the light screen, images of Dominic waving his baton unfolded.

However, it was now encircled by a mysterious, elegant, and slightly sinister purple border. At the top of the border, an eerie floral mark stood out prominently.

The voice, gentle and soft enough to make one blush, began: "At the Pinocchio Grand Theatre, you waged a decisive battle against Sunday—after usurping the [Sound of the Choir], he is now the undisputed envoy."

"But you were not afraid, you fought him with all your might, and with the help of your allies, you defeated him."

[Black Swan: That voice... Constance, is that you?]

[Dahlia: Oh dear, I was wondering why I wasn't part of this Pinocchio trip? The dreamer had already made his move on me.]

[Black Swan: He's making a move on you? Is he that desperate?]

[Dahlia: I'm so sad.]

[Star: Hmm? A new character is appearing?]

As the light screen changes, the scene of the Black Swan pulling the star back to reality is frozen on the light screen.

The dahlia softly narrated: "However, struggle, setbacks, victories—all of this is an illusion woven by Sunday. The Dream of the One has already enveloped the entire Asdna galaxy."

"At this time of Sunday, you are simply no match for it. And the dream of Taiyi is so terrifying that even those who remember it cannot move freely."

"But thankfully, we found Ms. Huang Quan first, and she lent a helping hand, allowing us to take action with our nemesis (the black swan) and try to awaken people one by one."

"Yes, don't forget that within this beautiful dream, there are still many people who are yearning, striving, and forging ahead."

"At this very moment, you too will face a similar death match."

"With the Black Swan waking you up as the dividing line, due to the existence of the Dream of Taiyi, your subsequent memories can no longer be viewed from the previous perspective."

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The good news is that I worked overtime for the past two weeks and wrote five days' worth of content ahead of schedule, so it will be published at the normal update time!