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

Sunday: Good.

[Star: Huh? This actually works? Old Japanese, you're really something... Brother! Can you self-destruct?]

【Sunday:……】

Hanabi then proceeded to elaborate on her "wicked" plan: "You're the only 'host' left who's still awake in Pinocchio, so how about we play a game of roulette—the stakes are the entire star of the event."

The robin sternly refused: "You'd better not make any rash moves—what do you want from me?"

"Hmm hmm hmm~" Hanabi let out a series of silvery laughs: "I want you to watch me blow the whole Pinocchio to the sky."

"Then, others can begin to fight back and wake up together."

She shrugged: "Think about it, your brother is already a god beyond the sky. Unless you tear a hole in the sky, you won't even be able to see him."

"Have you heard of the trolley problem? Choose one—do we all go down together, or let Pinocchio make a small sacrifice?"

[Hoshi: Wow! Hanabi, who's usually so unserious, is actually doing something serious? I get it, Hanabi really isn't a clown.]

[Fireworks: Who are you calling indecent? And what kind of talk was that? What kind of image do you have of me?]

[March 7th: So, Huang Quan went to cut off the symbol of IX in the void, and then the fireworks exploded here to destroy the twelve o'clock? Is this how the dream is dispelled?]

That's surprisingly simple and straightforward!

Based on Silver Wolf's previous statement, they all thought that the problem would be solved by the robin singing. But it turns out that physical methods were ultimately used instead.

[Qingque: Is Hanabi that strong? Can we test our swords against Huangquan?]

[Hanabi: Uh… if you want me dead, just say so. Although Hanabi doesn't have that much direct combat power, her brain is sharper and her hands are more skillful!]

[Star: Wait, twelve o'clock isn't as deserted as the void world. Are your escape pods ready?]

[Hanabi: Oh dear. Hanabi is just a poor content creator who makes a living by streaming. Where would she get the money to prepare escape pods for everyone on Planet Pi? Otherwise, why would it be called the trolley problem? To save the world, she has no choice but to...]

The robin looked directly at her and said earnestly, "Why should I believe the words of a masked fool?"

[Star: What does "reputation" even mean?]

Hanabi crossed her arms and said smugly, "Don't think I'm bluffing you. I've planted bombs all over Pinocchio. It took me a lot of effort."

"Hehe!" She waved her hand and said, "How about I detonate a few first and show you the effect? ​​Let me see which side..."

As she spoke, she actually started selecting watermelons with great seriousness, just like picking them out.

[Qingque: I...]

Qingque felt more motivated than ever before. He wanted to rush into the cockpit of the passenger spaceship, grab the captain by the collar, and order his flight to be delayed, as late as possible, preferably arriving just before the fuel ran out.

What's wrong with Pinocchio? The Dream of the One, the Envoy of Nothingness, the Masked Fool... they're just throwing around all sorts of tricks!

She still had a chance, but the guests at the Daydream Hotel all turned pale.

No, being forced into a dream and forced to watch the global locust plague as a free generator of shared wishes is bad enough, but why is it also subject to being discarded after use?

Compared to the company, who is the capitalist?

……

The robin was annoyed by her affected manner, but she also understood the purpose of Hanabi's visit: "...Stop it."

"After you did that... what will happen to the dreamer?"

Hanabi's reply was incredibly compelling: "Yeah~ They all have to die."

[Sangbo: As expected of you, how can you say such things with such righteous indignation?]

[Star: So cute~~ This shamelessness is almost half as thick as mine.]

The robin's face was frosty, but his tone was gentle yet firm: "Then you should know that I cannot agree."

"Ha~" Hanabi scoffed. "When it comes to making choices, reality doesn't give you a choice. Do you want to repeat the same old joke about 'treating everyone equally' again?"

The robin shook his head: "Life is never a joke, you fool. There is no such thing as a minor evil in this world; like morality, it cannot be measured or compared."

Fireworks got the answer she wanted.

On the surface, it's a joke; on the other hand, it's that deep down, they don't want anyone to die.

She came to find the robin just for these few words.

"Isn't that still the same old 'harmony' routine? But that suits me just the way I am—as I said, this is a roulette game, not an explosion show."

"Get ready to sing, like a little bird. If you can get Hippe to hear you, he won't just watch me blow everyone up, right?"

With her hands on her hips, she coaxed, "Now what will you choose? Either watch me blow this place up, or give it a try; at least you can save their lives."

Hanabi said provocatively, "Maybe this is your last performance?"

[Star: I finally understand! So the robin was your planned life pod! When the roulette wheel lands on someone, the robin uses homophony to create a shield? Couldn't you just say so directly?]

[Sambo: This kind of firework is the most cunning. They clearly come to ask for a favor, but to avoid owing a favor, they insist they're there to harm others.]

[Fireworks: Why don't you try? Come on, come on, you go head-to-head with the Chicken Wing Boy!]

"The last time..." The robin thought with a touch of emotion.

She recalled a performance from long ago, when Shu Weng was still by her side, doing her makeup. The two of them talked about two things, or rather, one question: Why do birds fly, and why should she sing?

Now, she understands.

The robin's brow relaxed, but his words remained firm: "Go for it, for the future of Pinocchio, you fool—but I will not let anyone get hurt."

[Bluebird: The robin is incomparably beautiful! The robin never dies!]

The guests of Pinocchio raised their arms and cried out that the robin had saved their lives, and that they could never repay his kindness.

"...Wow!" Hanabi exclaimed, her bright eyes fixed on the robin. "Did you suddenly have a flashback? I'm even more excited now."

The answer I wanted is finally here, and the carefree days of happiness are finally about to begin!

She said very kindly, "This is the last time. If you die, how do you want people to remember your end?"

Hanabi, using her literary skills, wrote a message for her: "[Her life was like a bird, elegant and composed. Now, she slightly opens her beak, letting out a sigh, as light as a falling feather]—Do you like it?"

The robin smiled faintly: "Stop your pretense. What singing requires is only sincerity."

Having said that, she ignored the joyful girl in front of her and turned to look longingly at the Pinocchio Grand Theatre, which was radiating a mesmerizing glow.

"Brother, birds born with wings need no reason to soar into the sky."

"Those who are forced to fall to the ground (and cannot wake up) do not need condescending sympathy."