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

It seems a little embarrassing...

On March 7th, both cheeks felt slightly hot.

When Wanweike said that, she almost stood at attention.

[Walter: Did he use the power of harmony to alter the subconscious of the two men, making them mistakenly believe that Vanvik was their superior?]

[Star: Wanweik truly lives up to his title of "Big Boss"! These two hounds are completely "unable to lift their heads" in front of him! Look at that condescending aura, and then look at those little necks held high, tsk tsk tsk.]

[Hanabi: How did you manage to say that without laughing?]

[Crydella: Who are you alluding to?]

[Robin: Hmm, logically speaking, someone who can wield the power of harmony to this extent shouldn't have a low status, right? And judging from what my brother said earlier, Wanweike should be somewhat well-known in the family, but why do I have no recollection of him at all?]

In particular, this person has a close relationship with Sunday and the head of the Oak family. They were once bitter enemies, but now they are sworn brothers. Such a complex and profound relationship should be widely known.

[Fireworks: Hahaha, @GoldSand, Little Peacock, seeing this scene, doesn't it feel familiar, and you might even be itching to take their place?]

[Gold Sand: Thank you, Fool. But I have no masochistic tendencies.]

[Black Swan: So, that slash that provoked Huang Quan was...? That's a very precious and brilliant memory.]

[Dr. Truth: It's amazing that you two can find common ground in this kind of thing.]

"Sir, what are you talking about? I..." The tired hound was clearly taken aback by Vanvik's condescending attitude, but quickly "figured it out".

"...Ah, Mr. Vanwick? I'm so tired I didn't even recognize you."

Wanweike said in a classic leader's tone, "I'd like to understand the situation inside. I hope you won't make things difficult for me?"

The hound didn't dare to be negligent: "Sigh, there's not much to say. Even the hound himself hasn't figured it out. It's probably an aftermath of the Star Core incident."

"Aftermath?" Sunday frowned slightly.

The hound strained to open its eyes, inwardly lamenting how busy it had been, only now noticing there was someone in front of it.

"Who is this?"

Wanweik casually made up a lie, even brazenly retorting to the hound, "He's one of my subordinates, a notorious workaholic known as 'Mr. Workday.' Don't you know him?"

The hunting dog immediately adopted a "I've long admired your name" attitude: "Ah~~ I see, my apologies."

[Star: Pfft~~ What a great name! I've heard so much about you, my apologies for not being more familiar with you.]

[Yao Guang: I must say, this is indeed a name that truly suits him.]

[Puri Ce: Ugh~~ Halfway through my sweet dream of a seven-day weekend, I rubbed my sleepy eyes and glanced at my phone, only to find it was already a workday. This is truly terrifying.]

[Phantom Image: Sigh~~ How tragic! The great philosopher who once championed the seven-day weekend... has degenerated into a workday~~ Bring it on, Star Train! I, Sunday, will not yield! Oh ho ho ho~~ I've completely transformed into the shape of a workaholic! Workday is here, and I will fill everyone's time with work!]

[Qingque: Don't say such competitive things to a slacking-off warrior!]

[Star: Ouch... Stop it, my stupid brain! I just accidentally imagined a train crashing into a church...]

[Fireworks: What did you imagine it to be? Hehe, you know what, the appearance of the Sunday statue could also be described as Dominic turning around and facing the train with his backside, right? Hehehe...]

[March 7th: No, how did you guys come up with so many random ideas from the phrase "weekday"?]

On March 7th, watching these people conjure up a blockbuster with elements of training, oh ho, corruption, and so on out of thin air in the blink of an eye felt so satisfying... Ugh!

They led me astray.

That's terrifying! Don't even think about making movies like this! This is a train and a church performance...

A sense of fear of being surrounded by non-human beings arises spontaneously.

"Is this universe really going to end?"

……

On Sunday, watching the group chat and the complaints from March 7th, veins bulged on my forehead. I even began to doubt whether ending the plan was the right decision.

The person who has been fed the most in history hasn't spoken out yet!

But he relied on his composure and reason, and even the pleasant cracking sound of the cup in his hand, to forcefully suppress the urge to defend himself. As the head of the Oak family, having personally resolved numerous public relations crises, he knew very well:

You can't speak. Speaking at a time like this will only make them feel embarrassed and angry, greatly stimulating their... "creative desire"!

It's even harder to say what other bizarre works might be produced at that time!

Hold on, hold on...

The best approach in this situation is to create a bigger, unrelated news story to divert attention.

Why don't I ascend to godhood again?

The illusory image, far away in the Paradise of Two Phases, would never know the extent to which she had once forced the Order Star God Sunday into a desperate situation.

At this moment, a new change occurred within the light screen.

The two obtained a "list of unusual events" from the hunting dogs.

—No food other than hamburgers is allowed, especially ice cream.

—Non-performers are not permitted to go on stage.

— Do not treat birds badly.

— It is forbidden to throw trash into the trash can.

—When using the amusement park rides, please do not consume the bottle caps of Sulphur (a type of sedative) sold by the Dream Theatre.

—Please do not walk upside down near the flower bed.

[Fireworks: Oh wow? A strange rule? Violating it can lead to serious consequences, even instant death? Interesting!]

[Robin: Logically speaking, these should be fragments that have fallen from the new "order," but why does my brother have these strange ideas?]

[Su Chang: Exactly! Especially that rule against littering in the trash can, it's as old-fashioned as an old teacher in a school.]

[Star: You shouldn't be rude to birds... Does that count for Sundays?]

[March 7th: No, how did the hunting dog find the last one? It must have caught some serious disease, right?]

Wanweik glanced at it, scratched his head: "Please do not walk upside down near the flower bed... Regardless of how the hound discovered this fact, the worst consequence is that you will be flipped back to your right side."

"Why don't you give it a try? I want to see you do a handstand."

[Star: I really want to watch it too!]

[Gold dust: Interesting.]

[Robin: This... isn't appropriate? But it's not like it's absolutely impossible?]

[Sunday: No, absolutely not!]

On Sunday, he coldly replied, "I must refuse."

The two investigated the past one by one, smoothing out all the anomalies and putting things back on track.

Unsurprisingly, all these unusual rules are closely related to Sundays, and are the extreme products of some rules he has established since childhood.