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

[Star: With my life...]

[Walter: Most likely, she was convinced she couldn't return, so she simply sacrificed her life, squeezing out every last card to lay the foundation for those who came after her.]

Himeko: How should I put it... a great choice, but not a remarkable one. Even when faced with dire straits, the Nameless Ones will certainly not sit idly by and wait to die.

[Black Tower: And it seems that her desperate gamble yielded something extraordinary?]

"Whenever a dreamer accidentally enters the realm of memories, they will drift to a place where their desires can be fulfilled."

"Those who yearn for freedom will see the appearance of the original dream; those who are obsessed may come into contact with some unique dream bubbles."

"Those who are filled with confusion and do not know where to go will return to the 12 o'clock position and find their way back in their own past."

"The family discovered this characteristic and cleverly utilized it to allow guests to be transported to different moments when they first enter a dream."

"In other words, this anonymous guest was the true founder of the Star of the Grand Event."

[Black Swan: She actually stipulated a complete filtering mechanism for this vast dream filled with memories?]

The black swan, and almost all the people who remembered it, were stunned.

Without a doubt, this was a remarkable feat!

Dreams are called dreams in a nice way, but to put it bluntly, they are just a bunch of uncontrollable turbulent currents of memories that stretch as far as the eye can see!

People like Sand Gold, who don't understand this art, even if they are incredibly powerful, often get lost in it and never get out.

Lazarina, however, single-handedly transformed this wilderness into an orderly area where ordinary people could move freely without being driven into a corner.

Therefore, this place can truly be called a dream.

[Robin: I see. Without Lazarina's contributions and the foundation she laid, this dream would have been impossible. She, who was always believed to be missing, is actually the most important and indispensable contributor to the event?]

[Gallach: Without a doubt, that's it. Even for the Memory Garden, memory matter is merely energy and collectibles. It was Lazarina who turned lead into gold, transforming this useless thing into a rich mine, even going so far as to create a network of pathways to various "veins."]

[Fireworks: Huh? Those jokes Little Gray made earlier, it seems like they were a lucky accident, not wrong at all. Is pioneering the right path for this star system after its independence?]

[Star: ...So this is truly the empire built by the Nameless Senior! Even the empire was 'built on the spot'?]

[Sai Fei'er: The Nameless Guest really doesn't support idlers.]

Pinocchio, a place that has captivated hundreds of millions of dreamers, including many rising stars who have made their fortunes through their dreams, is a testament to the spirit of its founder. At this moment, those with a conscience are genuinely grateful to him.

Without her contributions, this place would be nothing more than a prison system used by the company to exile criminals, a typical desolate and barren place!

Do these people still think they can live a life of debauchery under the protection of the Tong Xie? No way!

[Dream Interpreter: If Lazarina had survived, would she be happy to see Pinocchio today?]

Mikhail: Probably. Although the situation is certainly not ideal for her, the Nameless One rarely complains; instead, she will resolutely take action and overcome all difficulties to change it.

[Gold Sand: How should I put it? It seems my luck is as good as ever.]

If it weren't for these events, given the depth of his obsession, after being stabbed by the Yellow Springs, he probably would have truly been wandering in the Realm of Memories.

Within the light screen, Sand Gold smiled faintly: "As for me—ha, perhaps I've stumbled upon a 'good doctor.' Judging from the scenery around here, it was he who led me here by accident."

He took out the "prescription" that Dr. Truth had left him after setting up the scheme on Sunday, and recited the wise man's insightful deduction. Their voices overlapped, mediated by memory:

"The impossible thing in a dream is not death, but slumber. Live on, and good luck."

Sand Gold said leisurely, "It seems I'm quite lucky to have found something here. I'm looking forward to it."

After hearing his story, the two people who had been recounting it looked at each other in bewilderment.

Dahlia took two steps forward, crossed the gold dust, and came to the edge of the platform, leaning on the railing to look around.

She carefully observed this unusually well-organized dreamscape and was completely convinced.

"You're still luckier, Mr. Gold Sands."

"Fate is truly... fascinating yet cruel."

After a brief sigh, the dahlia returned the favor, revealing another secret: "Remember Miss Robin's question? If the [Dream Master] intended to [produce], why did he have to harm the Grammer Cavalry?"

"Years ago, he had completed this plan, waiting only for a Grammer cavalryman to enter his dream. Unfortunately, the empire suddenly collapsed, and his hopes seemed to have been dashed."

"Just as the Harmonious Music Festival was about to begin, a descendant of the Grammer Knights arrived uninvited, and everything began to turn again."

Her gaze suddenly sharpened: "The Dream Master is never afraid of the Firefly's in-depth investigation into 'breeding,' which is precisely the truth (illusion) that the Dream Master wants her to see."

[Star: What do you mean? He deliberately revealed the details of AR-214's exploits, using Firefly's concern for her comrade to lure her deeper?!]

[Silver Wolf: Fishing? You're really willing to spend the money.]

[Qingque: I was wondering why. Dahlia dug up such a shameful secret, yet the Dreamer didn't react at all. Was it intentional on his part?]

Black Swan's eyes flickered, and she suddenly realized something: "Wait, is that why you trapped her in the memory realm?"

She couldn't help but have a completely different opinion of this old friend.

This guy actually has a moment of great compassion?

Dahlia nodded: "That's right, this... is exactly where the Dream Master wanted her to come. And, she wanted her to think she had something in mind, so that at the most crucial moment, she would make the wrong judgment."

[Star: Wow, so you were doing a good deed?]

The black swan frowned: "So, what exactly is the dreamer plotting?"

Stealing the power of reproduction is hardly a good idea.

Just as the dahlia was about to open its mouth, it suddenly felt the essence of this dreamlike realm begin to boil.

The black swan also sensed the change and looked in surprise at the pink nebula on the horizon.

The distorted tones of the bells, or the deafening sound like the flapping of a giant insect's wings, sent chills down one's spine.

Countless tiny points of light formed a torrent, circling and wandering across the sky.

That's... a swarm of insects?!

Dahlia sighed, "It doesn't matter anymore. We missed our chance to stop him."

Sand Gold frowned deeply: "...Even if we could find him out?"