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

[Star: So, Old Ri, you didn't hide the ring to disguise yourself? Could it be... that Wanweike is a Celestial Ring Spirit? I know a thing or two about this.]

[Qingque: Hmm~~ You know what, it's better not to know. Now that I think about it, even though his hair is really thick, Sunday's head still looks kind of bald, which looks really strange.]

[March 7th: How did they manage that? Are Sunday dreams really that free? Can Tianhuan even have a seven-day weekend?]

[Fireworks: Then can the heart also rest for a couple of days?]

[Sangbo: Dude, that guy's screaming like crazy.]

Sunday sighed softly, recalling the strange scene from that time: he, with his head covered by a hood and concealed, poured all his harmonious power into it, causing it to tremble and take on a three-dimensional form.

"Indeed, the ring is a gift from heaven to the species, but it is not necessarily irreplaceable."

"At the starting point of my dream, on that long corridor of thoughts, I chose to completely strip away my own celestial halo."

Walter was puzzled: "Why do you want to do this?"

Sunday said, "After all, I am a fugitive, and I should cut off all possibilities of being discovered by my family."

"Another reason is the pain... the pain that, like a broken wing falling to the ground, will surely bring me to my senses."

"Only in this way can I relinquish all the blessings of Harmony and Order, and for the first time in my life, step into this beautiful dream as a mortal."

[March 7th: Ugh~~ Just hearing that sounds incredibly painful. Why bother on a Sunday?]

[Yao Guang: Guilt. For most people, escaping punishment might be a cause for celebration, but for someone as upright and meticulous as him, it is a torment of the soul. Therefore, he seeks self-examination and repentance.]

[Star: The Japanese are really suffering because their moral standards are too high.]

[Hanabi: Sigh...Isn't this a kind of gravity man too?]

Walter suddenly realized: "So Mr. Vanwick was born for this reason too?"

"Hmph~~" Wanweike's eyebrows clearly showed a hint of mockery: "You probably wouldn't believe him even if he told you."

Sunday sighed, "His birth was an accident, and one you must know very well..."

At this point, even he couldn't help but chuckle: "It's a little embarrassing to say, it's about that 'Don't Laugh Challenge'."

"I wandered around as an ordinary person, but unfortunately fell into the trap of the Pipixi people. That prank that tore Ms. Tingyun to pieces also split my weakened self in two."

[March 7th: Was he also fooled by the candy?]

[Star: Oh ho ho, I didn't realize you were such a glutton. No wonder you were so professional earlier, you'd already fallen into that trap before!]

[Fireworks: On Sundays, like you two, rolling around in the street laughing hysterically with your stomachs on your hands? Hahaha, that would be hilarious! That face... that expressionless face making that kind of face... Hahaha, I give up, I failed the challenge!]

[Sambo: That Pipixi is a genius! Could he be a fellow professional?]

Walter seemed to understand: "You mean, he's a part of you? That's unexpected; you two seem completely different."

One seemed as serious and proper as him, while the other looked like he could go crazy with Xing; the difference was like heaven and earth.

"Or perhaps, it's another possibility."

On Sunday, looking at "myself," my gaze was quite complex—doubt, sympathy, envy? Perhaps all of them.

"I was once a child too, with all sorts of thoughts buried deep in my heart. Those childhood voices accompanied me as I grew up, gradually worn away by time, until they were almost inaudible."

Thinking of those possibilities that have been constantly fading away with time, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions: "Perhaps if I had made a small change when I was a child, I would have become no different from him."

Wanweike beamed, his eyes gleaming with pride: "Then you're pretty unlucky, you didn't become a better version of yourself."

[Star: Pfft~~ Does anyone in the family understand? Wanweike is hilarious the moment he opens his mouth. Wanweike is right!]

[Yao Guang: Oh my, what a strange contrast! The one dressed as a wanderer, about to travel the stars, looks utterly miserable, while the one in the crisp head of the family uniform exudes an air of untamed freedom. Perhaps, this is some kind of symbolism, a cruel joke fate plays on Sundays?]

[Star: No matter what, I think Wanweike is cuter.]

[Robin: This kind of older brother... is definitely cuter.]

[Fireworks: Oh wow? The original body is inferior to a meal replacement? Looks like Chicken Wing Boy is going to fall out of favor? Oh no, who the original body is, only the robin can decide!]

【Sunday:……】

Sunday brought a sudden awakening from my ostrich-like state.

Who's cuter? Wanweike?

he?!

It would be one thing if others said it, but when the robin said it, just casually, an unprecedented sense of crisis arose in Sunday's heart.

I instinctively wanted to argue, but I hesitated and stopped myself from speaking.

Arguing about who's cuter... is too awkward.

[Star: Sigh, damn it, if it were Wanweike, they wouldn't back down in a place like this.]

[Sunday: ?! (How did you know what I was thinking?!)]

[Star: I can't help it, you're too easy to guess. And...]

My brilliant mind simply won't let such a good opportunity to tease you slip by! Hehehe~~

On Sunday, he solemnly declared, "Therefore, my final farewell is the same as that of Ms. Tingyun: I will adjust myself and return to my complete self."

"And this also means that Vanvik will disappear completely. That's why I said this is the last stop."

Wanweike joked, "Is it possible that you'll be the one who disappears?"

On Sunday, he stated unequivocally: "It's impossible; we've already reached a conclusion on that."

"But now that things have come to this, who can guarantee that nothing will change? Perhaps deep down, I also hope for that possibility."

[Star: No!!! Hey buddy, how about you guys work in shifts? Monday, Wednesday, and Friday are your shifts, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday are his! I really want to go rummaging through the trash with this guy!]

[Fireworks: Or maybe we should just give up this time and start over in the next life. Who knows... I might open my eyes and find myself as a baby robin? Wow, wouldn't that be the ultimate happiness?]

[Star: Wow, you've taken this to a whole new level of recklessness! Old man, you know me, I've never had a single bad intention, especially towards a robin, except for wanting the storage hammer to hit you!]

[Sambo: Hanabi, why don't you just end it all yourself, so everyone doesn't get covered in blood.]

[Phantom Image: This plot... ugh.]

[March 7th: You can't even continue drawing?]

[Phantom Image: No, something similar has already been drawn—"My Favorite Galactic Idol."]