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

The gate still stood on that road, but everything else was scattered along the sidewalk, making it look extremely messy. At first glance, it could be summed up in eight words: outwardly impressive, but inwardly rotten.

After pondering for a moment, Liu Ying was still undecided and turned the mechanism again.

Each time the stone bridge deflects 45 degrees, this time it is built on a void that is different from the path of reproduction, harmony, and even the path from which it came.

Gopher's voice rang out again, low and suppressed: "Even if I look back a thousand times, the path I came from is gone, leaving only futile sighs."

[Yao Guang: It seems that Gopher also struggled with this dilemma countless times at this point? But there was nothing he could do. After learning about the sordid nature of Tongxie, he could no longer have the same devout faith as before, nor could he walk this path with a clear conscience. His thoughts had changed, and the change in his destiny was irreversible.]

[Fireworks: Are these really the only two boring choices? One is to use reproduction to strengthen the order, and the other is to directly uncover the secrets of the star core and explode along with Harmony?]

[March 7th: This... um? Why did Miss Firefly go there?]

Suddenly, everyone saw that the fireflies in the light screen were walking towards the path leading to the void.

When did the laws of Gopherwood mention that place? Besides, it's blocked by huge rocks; it's clearly a dead end...

[March 7th: Huh?]

In their blind spot, Firefly activated the Dream-Forging Mechanism, and a completely new, smooth road actually appeared before them.

This platform is smaller than the other two, and there is no door leading to the next station, but it is much more organized than the other two.

A statue of the Clock Boy, a desk, a screen, a wheelchair, a picture frame, and a clock.

What this represents is self-evident—pioneering!

Gopher's expression revealed a sense of nostalgia: "It feels familiar... I seem to sense the 'unwillingness' here."

The firefly quietly observed everything here. Compared to the other two doors, which were filled with negative emotions at first glance, this place was as peaceful as a pure land.

There aren't even any signs here. Could it be... a secret that the dreamer can't let go of, or even refuses to acknowledge?

She approached the desk, where the books, pens, and papers were still intact; the only thing missing was... their owner.

"This is……"

Liu Ying picked up a piece of paper from the desk, glanced at it, and was surprised to realize that it was an undelivered letter.

The inscription reads: "You are not the only one who can lure people in, old friend. Paradise will be born at midnight, eternally transcendent because of me. You and I are still on different paths, and when we meet again, I will be met with your scorn."

"Komikhail... I also want to fix your clock."

The letter was never sent, nor will it ever be sent again.

Gopher couldn't help but sigh, "It's just a lament, Ms. Firefly, it's all in vain."

[Star: So, this is actually Gopher's study? I thought it was Mikhail's.]

[Phantom Image: Oh wow? In his own study, he hides a Clockwork Boy statue taller than a person? What's the difference between this and secretly hoarding top-tier idol merchandise in the house? And that watch in the back, is that the one Mikhail gave him, and then broke? Tsk tsk tsk... He deliberately hid it here, to leave a soft spot in his heart...]

[Fireworks: Besides, Gopher only ever confessed to Mikhail! Not even to the god he worshipped.]

[Star: Shut up!!!]

[Shut up: I'm here.]

[Star: I didn't look for you!]

[Yao Guang: So it seems that Gopher also considered embarking on a path of exploration? But given that there are no doors here, that path is already closed to him.]

[Gallach: Whew... If the nameless ones hadn't died due to those accidents, if Hanunu, the most prestigious among them, were still alive, perhaps these old guys could have truly been able to compromise and find a less turbulent path... Ha, what's the use of saying that? Fate, it's truly a fucking cruel joke.]

[Gopher: However, it's fortunate that he embarked on this path on Sunday. He didn't repeat my mistakes in another form; he will go further than I did.]

[Fireworks: Come to think of it, these two, master and apprentice, are really starting to have more and more in common. They've even perfectly inherited the same thing about pushing each other to the limit. So… hehehe, where's Gopher's "Vanwick" now? That kind of guy will definitely switch sides on the spot, siding with Mikhail, mocking and laughing maniacally. Shaming Old Gopher, hahaha… hehe, just thinking about it is hilarious!]

[Gopher Wood: ...]

[Sunday: ...Before boarding the train, I will leave one last decree. Pinocchio: No entertainers or untrained rabid dogs allowed.]

Liu Ying put down the letter, returned it to its original place, and silently left.

In the end, she chose the path that was most intertwined with her fate and that she could not ignore—breeding.

"Alright, let's go our separate ways from now on." Whether it was because the end had been reached, the mission was over, or something else, Gopher's voice had a hint of elation, but it quickly returned to its serious tone.

"You live, I die—only God knows which is better."

The two parted ways, and Liu Ying stepped onto the path of the Crimson Land. When she got closer, she found that the situation here was even worse than she had expected. In the half of the twisted giant tree, winged insects had already emerged and were flying around everywhere.

"This quantity... Could it be that Gopher's plan has already begun to take shape? Impossible..."

She resisted the urge to kill all the insects, saving time as she charged forward.

Pushing open the door, she entered the former oak mansion, where the scene was even more appalling than outside. The floor was slick with a crimson liquid, like fresh blood; the walls were covered in fiery vines; and the furniture inside was entangled in decaying tree branches. Grass, flower buds, and insects swarmed everywhere…

This place is no longer suitable for human habitation; it has become a paradise for insects!

We need to hurry.

Fireflies push open the side door, seeking the roots of their breeding in dreams.

Pushing open this small door, the mansion's halls and corridors came into view, with chants and sacred sounds resounding like the grandest bells.

"Living towards death?" The words "memory" resurfaced.

As she rushed into the porch, lines of text were left behind her one after another: "By seizing the Breeding Walker, I will use it to unleash the locust plague once more."

Before the gate, the last line of text appeared, its meaning incredibly heavy.

"To welcome the arrival of the divine!"

As the choir's chanting reached its climax, fireflies pushed open the door and emerged.

The sight inside the hall made her heart tighten. Gofemu stood with his back to her on the pulpit, which should have been a place for praying for harmony.

On the palace roof, the power of reproduction had long since taken over, infiltrating the space to its very core. There were no inferior plants or insects here; the walls and floors were spotless. All that remained were the thick, bulging veins that crisscrossed the roof!

At the center of the vascular connection, a heart resembling an insect egg throbbed, gleaming with a blood-red light.