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

Sambo led the two to Dr. Edward and helped Xing enter a completely new dream.

Opening her eyes, Xing looked puzzled: "This is... a clinic in the lower part of Belleburg? Why is it so empty?"

[Star: Where's the game guide? How come there's not even something this basic?]

She stared blankly at the familiar surroundings, searching for clues, and successfully found a note on the doctor's desk.

The inscription reads: Become the king of trash cans, even if the trash bags are already broken.

[Star: Really? That suits me perfectly!]

[March 7th: Your little hobby is so shameful it's embarrassing for the entire universe.]

"This advice sounds so familiar..." Xing scratched his head.

But then Sambo's voice came from the air: "It's perfectly normal for people to see anything in their dreams."

"Oh dear, don't worry about the details—if you ask me, you should go outside and see for yourself, or you might get scared!"

Xing was baffled by his cryptic hint.

It's just the lower Beloborg district, right? Which treasure chest hasn't she looked in? Which trash can hasn't she rummaged through? What's so great about it...?

She reached out and pushed the door open, and after just one glance, she was dumbfounded.

"what……"

A bunch of burly trash can monsters were everywhere on the street, and strange battle songs were playing in the background, which was inexplicably exciting!

The firefly, observing from outside the dream, looked troubled: "What... what's going on?!"

Xing: "...Why are there so many trash cans?"

As soon as she stepped out of the door, the group of barrels standing outside excitedly surrounded her, speaking respectfully in a language that was difficult to understand but deeply moving: "You've finally arrived..."

"A pleasure to meet you, one who dwells deep within dreams..."

"My name is Satana—I'd like to discuss some terms with you."

Xing's mind went blank, her eyes filled with suspicion: "Satana? What's your relationship with Natasha? And that line of yours sounds familiar..."

Satana explained the situation to her. Tartarov, the King of the Trash Cans, the shepherd of all the world's waste, was affected by an extraterrestrial cold wave and blinded by a strange power. This caused the Poor Can to be bullied and the Loyal Can to be unjustly humiliated…

In short, in order to reunite the barrels and rebel against the promise of the Fallen King, Star must endure many hardships to obtain three [proofs of trust].

Xing was completely speechless: "What is all this nonsense..."

Especially the ethereal background music, it is indeed very well done and has a great epic feel, but even she feels it is very out of place in this context!

[Hook: Pfft! Hahaha, the old witch finally got her comeuppance and turned into trash! Now who can stop me? The Mole Party's days of dominating the world are coming!]

[Natasha: Hook, I just built a solitary confinement cell. Guess who's going to move in?]

[Hook: Huh? Whoa... Help, honorary team member!]

[March 7th: What is this... such a unique dream? Was it specially made for Xing? It's so hard to bear the trash can talking nonsense in that familiar tone.]

[Seele: Lady Natasha... she's so pitiful, to be portrayed like this. Wait, could there be barrels for me and Bronya too?]

Bronya: Huh? Do I have to turn into a barrel too?

The faces of all the Belobers twitched; did that mean that any one of them might make an appearance in that bizarre manner?

Who is the game designer? This is outrageous!

The people of Beicheng greeted the fake Sambo and showered him with warm and friendly praise, making the whole city lively.

Of course, for convenience, they chose to use the name "Sambo" directly.

Inside the light screen, listening to these guys' incessant gurgling and cawing, Xing felt like his brain was boiling.

In any case, Xing overcame all difficulties and used his wisdom and strength to complete all the tasks entrusted to him by the bizarre buckets.

For example, the golden trash can prince said, "I would give everything I have—my body, my soul, my life, my trash bag—just to repay your kindness!"

After uniting all the barrels, she traveled to the Pillars of Creation, escorted by Satana, to face the final battle.

Xing entered the place where he once fought with Cocolia and followed the frozen railway tracks. But all that remained were the gold, silver, and bronze barrels, and pitiful barrels with their lids blown off. There was no sign of Tatarov.

"...Didn't they say the King of the Trash Cans was waiting for me here?"

She couldn't help but ask the question that had been lingering in her mind ever since she entered this dream: "Am I being played...?"

Whether it's being hit by a bucket or by Sambo.

Before she could understand what was happening, a powerful gust of air rushed towards her from behind.

Xing felt a chill run down her spine, twisted her waist, and wanted to curse when she saw the scene before her.

A bomb, longer than her height, was almost touching her face!

[Star: Holy crap, this is utterly unsportsmanlike! A sneak attack?! What about the king's dignity?!]

[March 7th: No, you're really getting into character?]

The bomb blasted the star away, but instead of falling dizzily, she was grabbed by the shoulder by a giant hand in mid-air.

The gigantic Sambo came into view. He chuckled wickedly and tossed a star into the air.

With a thud, it crashed onto a trash can.

Wang Xiatong, who was lying down, leisurely gave a thumbs-up, his fingertips gleaming.

[Star: I...what the hell? Is this Sambo even human? His behavior is more civilized than the monkeys in Pinocchio's dream.]

[Sangbo: Girl, if you know it's fake, don't use my name.]

[Hanabi: Ah~~ This is so much fun!]

[March 7th: Oh no, I feel like a huge wave of incredible plot twists is about to hit the battlefield.]

As if to prove her point, the visual presentation, comparable to that of a blockbuster movie, forcibly forced a terrible film that shocked the world into everyone's minds.

"Hehehe~~!" The giant Sambo let out a series of grotesque laughs, its voice utterly tasteless. It playfully scattered bombs everywhere, treating the howls and terror of the insect-like barrels as its most entertaining spectacle.

For the sake of everyone's peaceful and prosperous life, Xing is enraged!

She took off running, swinging her arms and panting heavily, galloping towards Sangbo in a cloud of dust.

The trash cans stretched out their arms towards her retreating figure, silently calling her name.

The rousing background music then reached its climax. The atmosphere instantly became explosive... Aside from not knowing exactly what was so exciting about it, it was flawless.

At the end of the stone wall, Xingjiao struggled to climb out and soared into the sky!

Her overwhelming willpower propelled her beyond her limits, and the desires of the barrels intensified. She transformed into a magnificent golden barrel, unleashing a punch as blazing as the sun, and engaged Sambo in a battle of divine proportions.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

Old Sambo, not to be outdone, unleashed a similarly malevolent punch: "Meaaaaah!"

At this moment, the world lost its color!

The domineering intent of the fist, which almost shattered space, collided violently on the light that brushed the horizon at dawn. The hero and the demon king would decide the outcome of this battle!

[Star: Euler!!! Bearing the hopes of all the barrels, I cannot lose!]

[Fireworks: No way!!! Stop talking nonsense, the right side always wins in a matchup!]

[March 7th: I'm laughing in exasperation. What kind of nonsense is this?]