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

[Star: You scared me. What if the Japanese are defeated? Won't there be a risk of the old order making a comeback?]

[Yao Guang: Don't worry, if the Dissonance were that strong, Hipe wouldn't be a triple-faced being; she would have shattered long ago, finer than flour dusting on clothes. This battle is large-scale, but what truly matters isn't strength, but conviction.]

[Jing Yuan: That's right. The enemy isn't just the shadow standing there, but also his immature heart from the past. This time, it's a double entendre—a victory over himself.]

[Robin: Brother, keep it up!]

The phantom of God's Sunday is so close, but now Sunday's position has been reversed, and I'm personally experiencing the immense pressure he recently exerted on the train crew. While feeling the pressure, I'm also filled with mixed emotions.

"Indeed, adjusting oneself is the most difficult thing."

"This discordant note is really too jarring."

Order, or rather, the detours he once took, must now be severed by his own hand.

Undeterred, his aura of harmony radiated from behind, clashing fiercely with the notes played by the choir, creating an unexpected sonata at the highest point of the Pinocchio Grand Theatre!

The pedestrians nearby felt a pounding in their chests, recalling the vivid dream they had just experienced a few days ago, and were inexplicably filled with fear.

"There doesn't seem to be a performance today, right?"

"This commotion... No, it can't be. How could the family be so incompetent? Falling into the same trap again in such a short time?"

The pedestrian tried to calm himself down, but the piercing noise from above grew even more intense.

On Sunday, I gently brushed my chest, straightening the wrinkles in my clothes from the battle.

The phantom of the Qi Xiang Choir was indeed imposing, but it failed to suppress him!

It seems his will did not disappoint the robin.

"You need not erase the echoes of the past."

"Follow me, toward the stars."

With arms outstretched, golden light shone behind him, dazzling like the rising sun. The magnificent Dominican statue paled in comparison.

"The time has come, let's reveal it..."

"Is it undoubtedly true for me?"

The battle was also a debate. After this question, Kim Il-suk, who had been holding back, unleashed his fury!

Horrifying flames exploded on Dominix's body.

One strike melted and shattered the golden giant's body!

The giant crashed to the ground, then, with his last ounce of strength, rose to his feet, his massive hand slamming down on Sunday's head with a creaking sound from his metal joints.

Standing center stage on Sunday, he knew the battle was over.

Dominic, or perhaps it was his own overconfidence, that extended a finger toward him.

The real sun rose at that very moment, and the warm, soft light of dawn descended from the sky, scattering upon them like a welcoming gift from heaven.

In the blink of an eye, the golden giant had vanished, and Vanwick, along with the light, pierced through the wisps of smoke and drifted before him.

[Star: Wow~~ So ethereal! That old Japanese guy is so handsome! He feels like some kind of supreme god from some civilization, sending those winged beings in bathrobes to take him up to enjoy a life of luxury!]

[March 7th: Um... that's way too colloquial, it really ruins the aesthetics.]

[Undying Path: Sigh... Youth is truly wonderful. If I had this kind of entourage back in the day, my photos wouldn't be any worse than this kid's!]

On Sunday, they raised their fingers in perfect unison.

Mwah~~

Golden light rippled across their fingertips, spreading in all directions. Wanwei smiled knowingly, then transformed into a wisp of flame, which Sunday absorbed into his body.

The celestial halo reappeared behind his head, even more dazzling and brilliant than before!

A personal creation that belongs only to him—a new life—has been completed.

On Sunday, he turned and walked towards the stands.

"On this eighth day, I bestow upon myself—"

"Let's set off."

[Robin: It worked! I knew it! My brother would be fine!]

[Sunday: Nature!]

As the older brother, how could he possibly disappoint the robin?

[Star: Goodness, old man, you're up again?]

As expected of you. Is the robin's encouragement some kind of magic from a game? Can a single sentence dispel all negative status effects?

[Star: By the way, what about Wanweike? I really thought this guy and I clicked. Seeing him turn into a flame at the end, it shouldn't be considered completely over, right?]

After witnessing all of this, Walter took to the stage.

"Now, how should I address you? Mr. Sunday, or Mr. Vanwick?"

On Sunday, he smiled faintly, his composure tinged with a relaxed ease: "Whatever you wish for. Perhaps, he's secretly mocking me."

"Thank you for your companionship, Mr. Walter. This farewell journey has come to an end."

[Star: Huh? They've really switched to two shifts?]

[Yao Guang: No, have you noticed a subtle change on Sundays? This cheerful voice is quite rare these days. I support integration, but this may need time to prove itself, and will be reflected in how people conduct themselves.]

[Star: That makes sense. Old Ri's voice somehow gives off a feeling of carefree relief, like the patriarch has finally been relieved of his burdens and can finally let loose.]

[March 7th: It really is. And it feels like he's also unloaded his brain... well, his cunning and burdens along with it.]

[Qingque: Speaking of which, there's still one thing we haven't resolved, right? We talked about setting off for so long on Sunday, but where exactly are we heading?]

[Su Chang: Huh? It really is. I don't know where we're going, but we're just going somewhere?]

[Robin: When it comes to a journey, starting is more important than planning. Perhaps the unknown scenery will bring more surprises.]

[Fireworks: Goodbye, little sister, I'm setting sail tonight~~ Don't worry about me, I have the oars of harmony and order~~~]

[Fu Xuan: No matter where he chooses to go, aside from the family's territory, he'll likely be warmly welcomed with food and drink wherever he goes now. Living a life of hardship will be extremely difficult for him.]

[Star: Hmph, that's hard to say!]

After thinking it over and over, Xing suddenly realized a problem.

In previous screenings, there were scenes where Sunday rescued Chang Yeyue from her clutches, and various "what if" scenarios involved them dying together... Was his involvement not to repay a favor? Or was it because...?

Her eyes sparkled: "Great, Uncle Yang! When it comes to child trafficking, you're the expert!"

In that case, the Japanese will have a lot of suffering to endure—no, I mean they'll share both the good times and the bad.

Hmm... why does it seem like my life is so miserable too?

Walter's brow twitched.

What kind of talk is that? What does "being an expert" even mean?

……

In the light screen, Walter naturally inquired about Sunday's plans: "What are your plans after leaving Pinocchio?"