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

"Yes, you're not wrong, the only mistake is that the numbers aren't right."

His ideas don't clash with Chang Gung's, so he must be right.

To put it bluntly, this amusement park is all about mutual consent.

Once you come up with a dream, it's like a robin; no dream can hold you back.

If you don't want to come out, then there's nothing more to say.

He's not so busy that he'd meddle in this kind of thing.

Not to mention that the concept of Sunday actually overlaps with that of the Sea Patrol in some ways, both aiming to create a world without injustice and oppression.

"There is no right or wrong in this world, only whether the fist is bigger or not."

Chang Geng continued.

“If you can completely master the ‘Star Core,’ then your approach is correct.”

The meaning of Chang Geng is very clear.

"But if you don't have that ability, then it's your fault."

If you have the ability, what you do is right; if you don't have the ability, what you do is wrong.

"Make some adjustments and strive to be able to smash the whole world with one punch, just like me."

Believe it or not, he really thought so.

If the "Dream Master" can fully control the "Star Core," Mikhail certainly won't have any objections.

But if you don't have the ability and still insist on taking on a task beyond your capabilities, making everyone else suffer along with you, then that's clearly your fault.

"This is the road you personally chose, brother."

The robin actually respects, understands, and sends its blessings in this regard.

I won't comment too much.

"But you absolutely cannot impose your ideals on the people before you have heard their voices."

The robin spoke earnestly.

The same applies to her.

Everyone has their own dreams, and she certainly can't force everyone to believe in "harmony".

That's not right.

"..."

I didn't know what to say on Sunday.

He had expected to be met with a barrage of insults, or even the scathing criticism of being condemned as a sinner for all time.

The result was quite the opposite; there was criticism, but it wasn't sharp.

"...I will personally atone for my sins."

But as Chang Geng said.

Even if his ideas are correct, his actions this time are still wrong.

He doesn't have that ability.

Yet, he still managed to strap a time bomb called "Star Core" to everyone.

Sunday will not escape its own sins.

He will personally atone for his sins until he is fully redeemed.

"Speak of it."

Chang Geng didn't care about that and started talking to the little bird again.

"You've come at the right time; I needed to talk to you about something."

The robin was quite surprised to hear this:

"What a coincidence, I was just looking for Mr. Wanderer."

"?"

Do you have your own things to do?

"You speak first?"

"I would like to ask the Fairy Boat Alliance to become the leader of Pinocone."

The robin spoke, word by word.

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Chang Geng was no exception when he heard this request.

He had previously learned about the family system from Mikhail's memories.

Although the family claims to treat everyone equally and has no class or power distinctions, they do not openly acknowledge this.

But this is just playing with words.

Internally, there are still different levels and strict hierarchical divisions.

Level VII: "Emotional Harmony".

I could sense the emotions of other family members and the vague guidance of the collective voice, but I only scratched the surface.

Level VI: "Sound harmony in speech".

They can communicate with other members through "resonance" and clearly understand the call of the group's voice.

Those selected can voluntarily relinquish their physical bodies and merge with the Voice of the Crowd.

To put it nicely, it's about "becoming one with the collective voice of the group."

To put it bluntly, it means becoming a puppet incarnation of the "Dream Master".

The 107,336 members used to construct the "Qi Xiang Choir" were of this level.

Grade V: It is said that the robin belongs to this grade.

Only those at or above the fourth level can serve as tuners for the "Harmonious Strings".

Both Sunday and the "Dream Master" are people of this level.

"Have you thought it through?" Chang Geng asked.

Most of the core members of the "family" were buried with the old bird after he killed him.

However, it's not entirely accurate to say that all members of the "family" have died out.

Pinocone certainly has other "family" members.

However, they are all at the bottom of the group, so even saying they are just nominally affiliated with someone is considered a compliment.

After all, apart from those members in the lower-level musical grades who didn't even meet the family's entry requirements.

Only those of Sunday and Robin's caliber deserve to possess individual consciousness and a physical body.

The news hasn't spread yet.

When the company's representatives arrive and find that the "family" forces are either dead or crippled, how can they resist the urge to devour Pinocchio?

Beset by internal and external troubles.

These four words perfectly encapsulate Pinocchio's predicament.

The robin can control her internal affairs, but she is powerless against external ones.

They desperately need a figurehead to keep things in check.

The "family" might send someone over again after they realize something is wrong.

Judging from the robin's request, it seems that they are preparing peaches.

"I'm out of the box!" Chang Geng asked with a question mark.

Did he not expect his headshot to be circulating so quickly?

The little bird didn't know him before.

Sigh, I finally managed to create a new account and it's all gone now.

"Hmph, don't underestimate my intelligence network!"

The robin mimicked his words.

They will find out Chang Geng's true identity on Sunday.

Although I was kept in the dark all along.

But after the siblings reconciled, she had no reason not to know.

"Have you thought it through?" Chang Geng asked.

"Ah."

The robin nodded, then said seriously:

"To be precise, we don't want the Immortal Boat Alliance to become the one in power, but rather we want you, Mr. Ranger, to become the person in charge of Pinocchio."

Chang Geng understood what she meant.

She just wanted to use her name as a refuge.

Let Pinocchio become the territory of the eighth heavenly general.

In other words, it is the seventh fairy ship in the eyes of others, in a purely literal sense.

Most influential forces know whose identity this eighth heavenly general is, and no one would provoke this plague god for no reason.

Based on the extreme nature of "hunting".

Under Chang Gung's name, Pinocchio is arguably safer than it was under the previous "family" protection.

Because he is unlikely to get involved in Pinocchio's affairs, and the Fairy Boat Alliance is even less likely to.

The most accurate description would be "free-range".

Therefore, once implemented, Pinocone's operations will not change much.

It's just a simple insurance policy.

This must be what the robin was thinking.

"I'll get in touch with them."

Chang Geng thought it wasn't a bad idea.

The Immortal Boat Alliance still sends him money on time every month, but they haven't sent him any local specialties back even though he's been away for so long.

It's a bit unfair to take so much money from friends without doing a single job.

Let's just give away a Pinocchio this time.

Although he didn't particularly like this dreamland, he was already there.

With that thought in mind, Chang Geng took out the jade tablet and began to contact the marshal.

Tap on the contact and then tap their profile picture; after a few beeps, the call will be interrupted.

"Hey, hey, hey, Hua Zi."

After the call was connected, Chang Geng subconsciously adopted a friendly tone.

"That's strange, this is the first time you've called. What big project are you working on this time?"

It was indeed a female voice, but it wasn't Hua.

"Li Hua, your voice has changed so much these past few days?"

Chang Geng asked in confusion.

“I am Jing Yuan,” Yao Guang said.

"What? Jingyuan? How did you become a woman?"