Xing Tie, my abstract thinking ability is refreshed every week.

Chang Geng pointed at the clock boy and asked.

Just in case, let's call it Milaobiao, that way it's less likely to eat green corpses.

Why is it "prison" instead of "old age"?

Because older generations lack strength.

And each member of the "Lao" generation possesses unique skills, including Bao Qiang's younger brother!

"Tick-tock, you can actually see me?"

Hearing this greeting, the clock boy said in surprise.

"It seems you have a childlike heart too!"

The clockwork boy gave his approval and then told him not to mispronounce his name.

"But I'm the Watch Boy, not the Prison Watch Boy!"

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"Watch boy, do you remember who gave me this ticket?"

Unable to get an answer, Misha asked her friend.

"The ticket? Didn't your grandfather give it to you?"

The clock boy replied with a puzzled look, as if he didn't understand why he had forgotten.

"grandfather?"

These two unfamiliar words struck a chord with Misha's memory.

Do I have a grandfather?

Misha murmured to herself.

"Grandpa...Grandpa...Grandpa..."

He kept whispering, as if it would help him recall his memories.

Just when they were at their wits' end, the train ticket given to them by Chang Gung began to glow faintly.

—Akivili helped Him and the nameless traveler who was with Him.

"Yes... I remember now... my grandfather is..."

The confusion in Misha's eyes had clearly disappeared.

"My grandfather was Mikhail, a great navigator."

Misha muttered to herself.

“There’s this guy who claims to be Mikhail’s grandson, what do you say?” Chang Geng asked, turning around.

"What? Mikhail?"

Gallagher was stunned; clearly, he was unaware of the situation either.

Holy crap, old man, when did you start keeping children around? You're even keeping an eye out for dogs?!

What is Mikhail's full name?

Sensing something was amiss, Chang-Geng asked again.

"Ragvolk Shar Mikhail".

Misha said this.

"Or more simply... Misha."

"Nice to meet you, senior."

Chang Geng saw the drawback and greeted him as an anonymous guest.

"I dare not accept the title of senior."

Misha shook her head, her soft voice now carrying a heavy, hushed tone.

“I am just a microcosm of his life.”

"He was the innocent protagonist in his childhood dreams, a good friend of the clockwork boy, a young apprentice, and a future train mechanic."

Misha laughed.

"At the same time, it was also the starting point for his lifelong 'exploration'."

"At the end of my journey through life, I leave this precious spark in the deepest part of my dream, hoping to pass it on to the nameless travelers of future generations."

"But somehow, he actually ran away from the dream bubble on his own and forgot all about his mission. He really went through a huge detour."

Misha, or rather Mikhail, said "thank you" to him.

"Isn't it enough that he came to me?"

Chang Geng thought he had a pretty good eye, since he was the first person Chang Geng approached.

It can only be said that admiring strength is human nature, and pursuing numerical improvements in wheelchair comfort is even more natural.

Saying what needs to be said is classy!

You remind me of a friend.

Looking at Chang Geng, Mikhail would always think of Tirnan.

I wonder how this former colleague is doing now.

He never saw Tirnan reappear before him before his death.

"Young man, please allow me to address you as such, as an elder."

Mikhail looked at him and said seriously.

"You already know the current state of Pinocene."

"The path of 'pioneering' is never paved by others."

"Of course I hope someone will come to help the world get back on track."

“But I would prefer that this is something you are willing to change and decide to do, rather than something that makes you choose to help Pinocone.”

Misha repeatedly asked him if he had made up his mind.

"Never let yourself regret it when you have the opportunity to make a choice."

"You came for the Star Train."

Misha said he had nothing to offer him in return.

"But I don't know where the train is, and I don't have any real property."

"I have spent my whole life moving forward, doing my best to overcome the obstacles that block my way."

"But in the end, my journey also came to an end."

"The body is like a dilapidated locomotive. If you ask what's left in this old locomotive that can be called a 'legacy'..."

"I suppose it's only those things that are still burning in the engine furnace."

Misha looked up at him, her eyes sincere.

"And for such an ethereal thing."

"You're about to face your 'family,' the messengers of 'Harmony,' and 'Hipper.' Have you really thought this through?"

Misha returned the ticket to him and awaited his reply.

“By my deeds I bear witness that oppression and injustice still exist here; let justice be manifested here after my sacrifice.”

"Is not the reward immeasurable that a hero who falls before the end of the long night entrusts his ideals to those who come after him?"

As Chang Geng spoke, he tucked the train ticket back into his collar.

"Maybe it wasn't like that before."

He did not back down at all.

"But that's okay, that's what I'm here for now."

Or rather, Chang Geng was someone who never backed down.

"Someone has to step up and save Pinocchio, why can't that person be me?"

At eighteen, everyone thought Chang Geng was the most powerful character with the best stats, and it was only a matter of time before he won the high-difficulty championship.

But in reality…

The reality is that no time is needed; his value has already reached a level so high that he is oblivious to the world around him.

Unless forcibly disabled, this applies under any assumption.

He's a champion!

"The 'hunting' star will only fall on the longest night."

"Heroes have risked their lives to guide the 'Hunter,' and the 'Hunter' will surely live up to their trust and bring dawn."

Chang Geng spoke each word with a firm and resounding tone.

"The long night has come to an end."

What kind of difficult task do you have that you dare to make him give in?

"Please read my chivalry from the depths of despair."

A family? Hmph, a bunch of cheapskates!

I said I wanted to save Pinocchio, did you?

"...Take it."

Misha was stunned for a long time, then smiled happily.

He took off the "pocket watch" he was wearing and handed it to Chang Geng.

"This is my pocket watch, the thing I value most."

"It has accompanied me on a long journey, guiding that ignorant and foolish child forward, and has given me the privilege of walking with so many great people to this day."

"And now, I want to give it to you."

Misha held the "pocket watch" in her outstretched palm, waiting for him to take it off.

"Hopefully, it will also guide you on your path."

"I also hope that you can continue this journey with it in my place and create more unforgettable and great journeys."

Chang Geng reached out and took it.

I looked down and realized it wasn't a pocket watch.

It is a compass.

"And my hat."

As Misha spoke, he walked over to Mikhail's side.

"The person who guided me put it on my head, and from then on, an unrealistic idea took root: the journey of 'pioneering' would never end."

"Now, I want to pass this sentiment on to you."

"Consider it as guiding you through the current situation where the Star Train has disappeared."

After saying that, Misha gently placed her palm on the memory bubble.

"The successors of the pioneers."

"If you are ready, then come forward and step into an old man's long dream."

Misha glanced at him, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Chang Geng put the compass into his pocket and stepped forward.

"I will help you get justice."

After saying that, he placed his hand and Misha's hand on the memory bubble.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of white light appeared from the memory bubble!