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

"Whether we become one or one disappears, I leave the outcome of this adjustment to fate and will verify once and for all whether I can open my arms to accept all the things I hate."

"Only in this way can I truly step into the world and walk on the earth with all living beings."

[Black Tower: How should I put it? A rigorous experimental spirit?]

[Star: Wow, they've really gone all out. This growth process is important, but to challenge one's weaknesses and put all that effort into it? Isn't that too risky?]

[Hanabi: Hey, that's how we guys are, living our lives to the fullest. It's normal to risk our lives occasionally for our beliefs.]

Sambo: That's right. Besides, his situation is special. Even if it's a life-or-death struggle, the robin is still guaranteed to have an older brother, so what's there to be afraid of? Moreover, what if they're half and half and merge on the spot?

[Qingque: A meticulous...comedian? What kind of person would that be? Can that even exist in one person?]

Vanwick's eyes flickered; he was very confident, but...

"What if you can't do it?"

Sunday smiled helplessly: "There's nothing I can do about it. It just means I'm the same as before... Hah."

He gave a self-deprecating laugh, his back view resolute yet desolate: "I'm just someone who will only disappoint my sister."

[Star: It's clear that Old Ri has a very high level of awareness... but he still loves his sister so much.]

[Hanabi: It's okay if you can't do it, there will be people who will continue to love and care for your sister.]

[March 7th: I feel like Sunday would glare with bloodshot eyes if she heard this. Hey? What do you guys think? If you dragged a robin over right then and there, waving a plastic flower and cheering her on, wouldn't Sunday's spirits be boosted like a shot of adrenaline, and her success rate skyrocket?]

[Star: Oh ho? In March, you took another big step forward on the fun-loving people's progress bar! Congratulations!]

[Robin: Uh... Hmph.]

She covered her mouth and chuckled softly. Although she felt a little shy saying it, she knew without a doubt that this would greatly inspire her brother's fighting spirit.

In the light screen, the two stopped communicating and walked towards the stage.

After stepping onto this all-too-familiar red carpet as a guest on Sunday, my feelings were completely different.

"Falling to one's death is another name for flying."

"That's why I'm grateful for my broken wings."

"Go to the human world to see what it's like."

"Then live like a human being, and die like a human being."

The two stepped onto the center of the stage, looked up at the sealed tomb, and declared to the future on Sunday: "Until the very end, I will stand with the weak... and reach my hands toward the sky."

"At this grand event, whatever my past identity may have been, it no longer matters."

He said to Vanwick, and to himself, "The one who will respond to us is not the gods, but our future selves."

[Yao Guang: He's really changed a lot. He understands the need to experience the full spectrum of human nature, respect countless choices, and comprehends that today's setback is precisely to prepare for tomorrow's soaring flight. But his heart for protecting the weak has never changed; in fact, it has gone a step further. He no longer intends to shoulder everything alone, but rather to unite everyone's strength and lead everyone to fly together.]

[Jing Yuan: Discard the dross and select the essence. At this moment, the word "weak" is not about praise or criticism, but a stance, a grand ambition. There is no greater aspiration than to enable all the weak to soar alongside the strong.]

[Robin: May you return from your studies with everything ready, and the world singing in your honor.]

Wanweike looked much more relaxed.

"I don't really have much to say. But since we're saying goodbye, let me give you one last piece of advice."

Turn around on Sunday and wait and see.

In a sense, Wanweike's idea of ​​breaking free from constraints has great reference value for his path of self-transformation.

Wanweike stared into his serious eyes and smiled teasingly: "When you make a witty remark, put your heart into it, don't rely on tricks—and definitely don't explain it every time."

Sunday's brow twitched.

That's it?

[Star: Haha, revenge! It's definitely because of that prank the old Japanese played on him before. But it's definitely a wise saying! Listen carefully, you crazy bartender robot with that 'kicked-off-the-bus' accent!]

[March 7th: Absolutely right! This is a true master of jokes.]

[Qingque: Wanweike is really going to great lengths for Sunday. He was so anxious about disciplining Sunday before, but looking at him now, it's clear he never intended to take over the head seat.]

After giving his instructions, Wanweike shook his head and smiled with relief: "But never mind, it's better not to tell you."

On Sunday, with a straight face, he said, "I can't deny it."

The response, as hard as a steel plate, made Wanweike frown again, and even feel a genuine sense of fear: "That's what's most annoying. How did I become such a boring person?"

Sunday glanced away. Belike expression: The little bird looked annoyed.jpg

Wanweik was very happy to be mischievous, and teasing his old man made him very happy.

He spoke his true advice in a half-joking manner: "But even so, don't make things too hard on yourself. Someone will always be sad and upset."

On Sunday, she looked at him, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly into a smile: "Mm."

No further words are needed; their tacit understanding far surpasses that of anyone else.

As if a soothing hymn were playing in the air, they stepped towards the curtain, and the golden light shone even brighter, landing on the center of the stage, dazzling and radiant.

On Sunday, he paused slightly, stopping in his tracks.

Wanweike lowered his head, strode forward, and stepped into the scattered golden light.

He opened his arms wide and shouted in a cheerful voice: "Star of the Gathering, Land of Dreams. At this moment, I bid farewell to my hometown."

Just as it had been when he faced the train crew in the fierce battle years before. Holy light shone down, and Vanvik rose like an angel. He would complete his mission.

"If a person wishes to take their final bow..."

Golden light shone forth as the roof of the Pinocchio Grand Theatre burst open, illuminating the entire starry sky with the light of Dominion!

His voice was like the combined voice of ten thousand people, a wondrous unity of grandeur and subtlety into a magnificent booming sound.

"...I must return to the stage first!"

Before the golden giant, Sunday, his clothes fluttering, stood alone yet resolute.

This is him, the last discordant note left by Pinocchio. Defeat him, and rebirth will arrive as scheduled!

[Star: Ouch! What's going on? Why is this thing back again?]

The repeated experience of nested dreams left her with considerable psychological trauma. The mere sight of that golden giant sent shivers down her spine.

[March 7th: Am I hitting myself? This wasn't how Miss Tingyun tuned the instruments. Could we be seeing a scene where Taiyi battles Tongxie?]

[Yao Guang: No, feel it carefully. This isn't even a true Harmonious Envoy. If you really want to describe it, it's more like the embodiment of obsession, or... a demon in one's heart?]