Star Railway: I'm developing the Star Railway mobile game at my company.

This news immediately caused a stir online.

A Sunday was already explosive enough, but no one expected there was a mastermind behind it all.

Strangely, the family made no response to either the denial or the admission, and eventually, with the company's help, the news was gradually suppressed.

For outsiders, this is just something to talk about over tea, nothing important.

Let's get back to the story.

The prophecy of March 7th, which initially foretold family discord, has come true, and the credibility of its prophet continues to rise.

Sunday manipulated the power of harmony to control the two people in front of him, and also revealed his ideas to the robin.

In harmony, we attain order.

Then the perspective shifts back to the present, with March 7th standing with his hands on his hips, questioning.

What did you do to Uncle Yang and Miss Robin?!

On Sunday, they explained that they were not in danger.

Just as the family has always promised, no one will be harmed in dreams, let alone in the beautiful world that belongs to order.

Pinocchio and this universe have witnessed far too much innocent bloodshed, the strong wielding their swords against the weak, the victors pushing the lives of the defeated to their end...

Natural selection—the world follows this law, building the well-being of all humanity upon the remains of the weak. Only we, or rather I, have the power to end this absurd farce.

Even now that Sunday is on the opposite side, he still feels different from those traditional villains, and the audience doesn't even dislike him.

"What should I do? I'm starting to lose interest in playing. I don't see anything wrong with the Sunday concept, do I?"

"He's a really good person, and he didn't hurt Uncle Yang at all."

"Even if it's about reviving Order, it doesn't seem like there's much of a problem. Taiyi is great; he even took the initiative to help during the Universal Locust Plague!"

"Don't be silly, even if the Order of the One came, he wouldn't dare say he could make Sunday's fantasy come true!"

Even now, Sunday is driven by grand ideals, and some even try to persuade the Star Train by explaining their aspirations and beliefs.

So come with me, everyone. Let us walk back the way we came and see where this road leads.

By tuning, Sunday reveals his inner world to the train crew, making it easier for them to understand his emotions more intuitively.

Then, on Sunday, the story of the playful pigeon that the brother and sister had found was told, and the choice was left to the train crew.

The question is whether to build a nest for the Harmonious Pigeon in its current location, or to build a cage for it and bring it back to be raised.

Chapter 307 The Seven-Day Holiday Bible

Perhaps because the arrangement was indeed unfavorable to the Harmonious Pigeon, or for other reasons, Xing asked the three people beside him and they all received the option of building a birdcage.

But no matter which option you choose, the final answer will lead to the Sunday doctrine.

They either stay where they are and are eaten by a superior predator.

Either wait until you recover from your injuries, or you crash and die while learning to fly, which is the choice I made the day before yesterday.

This black-and-white false proposition forces people into a trap of choice.

The next question is about the dreamer who sold his child to come to Pinocchio.

Should we persuade the hound family to stop searching, or remain silent and let them fend for themselves?

If the hound family line is no longer searched, that dreamer could thrive in Pinocchio, but he would eventually be permanently deported.

Just like in prayer, Sunday was the day to help the other person.

In the end, when Sunday, as someone accompanying the other party, asked if the child had been redeemed, the other party replied: What child?

In the end, the risky act of seeking harmony instead created a pathetic oppressor.

"I feel so hopeless. No matter what I choose, I can't avoid a tragic ending..."

"No wonder Latio suggested seeing a psychologist on Sunday!"

"It's a miracle he hasn't gone insane."

The story of Sunday himself moved the audience deeply, and even the robin fell silent.

In the past, with his elder brother as the head of the family, he could shield himself from the wind and rain, and he only needed to do his best to spread the word and achieve harmony.

However, after her brother left, the robin took on the heavy responsibility and finally understood the problems her brother had to face.

But despite all this, she would never back down for the sake of the world they had promised each other!

The last question concerns Sunday himself, who received a letter from his sister after becoming the head of the family.

In the letter, the robin said that he was traveling in Kaspelling-VIII, but to avoid worrying his brother, he did not mention that he had been hit by a stray bullet.

Stray bullets? What...?

At this moment, the robin fans in the audience, just like Sunday itself, had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

War has broken out on that planet. That's why the robin chose it as her destination... To spread harmony and save life on the planet, she personally went to the front lines.

She hoped to soothe people's pain with her singing and was willing to use her own body to support the delivery of relief supplies to the company... Unfortunately, stray bullets were merciless.

The situation was extremely dangerous; the bullet pierced her neck!

However, perhaps as a reward for his usual acts of kindness and harmony, the bullet did not wound his vital organs, and in the end, it only left a scar.

So later robins wore scarves or other decorations to cover the scar.

Upon hearing this, even those who weren't fans of the robin were filled with awe.

"Yes, a truly respectable comrade!"

"My goodness, did the little bird really go to the battlefield?"

"Waaaaah, she's truly putting the principles of harmony into practice!"

"It was almost a fatal wound. It's a miracle it didn't break the trachea, carotid artery, or cervical spine!"

"She's a singer, and that bullet went through her neck. How heartbreaking it will be if she can't sing anymore!"

"I've never heard of this before, and I've never seen the little bird use this for business!"

"Oh! What a virtuous and courageous young lady! Her actions are like a light in the darkness, making the sun and moon pale in comparison! The noble qualities she displays leave us in awe!"

"Where did this 'pure beauty' come from! Besides, it costs 50,000 credits!"

"The robin is great, no further explanation needed!"

"Ahem, there's also a company involved! A company is making an appearance!"

"I can't even imagine what it would be like if my own sister got shot through the neck; I'd feel like destroying the world!"

"Sunday: Order, activate!!!"

At this moment, Sunday's tone began to show some fluctuation, and this matter gave him even greater determination.

Even the grandest vision of the strong aiding the weak is often just wishful thinking.

And this last question is a nightmare that haunts countless Sunday nights.

Would you still support the robin's journey to harmony?

This is a truly perplexing question. While the audience's first thought is to support the robin's own opinion, what if... it were their own family member?

Your family member may be about to embark on a dangerous path, and they may not even know if it's the right thing to do. Should you forcefully stop them?

Just as the audience was pondering, Hoshi came to the side and asked Himeko for her opinion, but unexpectedly Himeko started to tell a strange story.

I feel like I've dreamt of similar scenes on some nights. In the dream, I see a group of blurry faces; I don't know who they are, but we're like family. It's like I'm constantly struggling against some transcendent being...

Walter, who was originally admiring the scenery on the train, immediately walked over quickly upon hearing this.

I clearly remember their confusion and fear... but I also remember that in that dream, they never chose to give up, just like Miss Robin.

Finally, when Himeko talked about the arduous pioneering journey and whether it would stop Mitsuki and Dango from setting off, Hoshi had her own answer.

He received a supportive answer, but Sunday was not annoyed; his face remained calm.

These questions are raised only to illustrate one point: Pinocchio's predicament cannot be saved by harmony; only a paradise can be built through a forceful order of weakness.

Describing the idea in isolation was too abstract, so on Sunday I decided to give a simple example.

As you may know, some worlds have a social system known as the two-day or three-day weekend.

On hard-won days off, people are able to escape the pressures of life and return to peace of mind.

Only on such days, when people are not subject to the law of the jungle, can they live happily for those few short days. It's just a pity... that two or three days are still too short compared to a lifetime.

In my view, the ideal social system should be a seven-day weekend.

[The day after Sunday is the second, the third, and everlasting Sunday—this is the face of the new world, a day of eternal peace and idleness.]

His remarks made the audience's eyes widen in surprise.

"Holy crap, a seven-day weekend?!"

"The Bible, this is the absolute Bible!"

"The episode I support the most!"

"Master Qingtang!"

"I don't know anything about the concept of order, but I'm really interested in it!"

"This time, we really have no choice but to go for it!"

"Brother Sunday, I've always been your follower, and I've always loved you!"

"Now who can tell you apart from Taiyi!"

"You know, I've always been a believer in Sunday; his ideas are too perfect. As for the One, I wish Him good luck."

"As soon as you give the order on Sunday, we will immediately support you as the new order!"

"The Trailblazers have joined the path of destiny!"

Chapter 308 Baby, You're a Grandpa

As soon as the great idea of ​​a seven-day weekend was put forward, the number of believers on Sundays began to rise exponentially.

On Sunday, I suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable faith.

The seemingly impeccable arguments overwhelmed March 7's brain, leaving him unable to refute them.

Undeniably, the beautiful world of that dream held immense allure for Liuying, who suffered from entropy disorder, but she still asked after a moment of silence.

So... what is the price for all of this?

He shook his head slightly at this on Sunday.

The price is insignificant, merely a personal... permanent martyrdom. If this paradise is to be maintained for all, someone must remain in solitary lucidity until the very end of the universe.

These words of self-sacrifice made the audience feel that Sunday was now radiating light.

"God! This is the new God!"

"Great, no need to say more!"

"But to be honest, the risk of doing this is still too great. If it's maintained by just one person, what happens when that person is gone?"

"Sigh, it's obvious that the dream of a seven-day weekend is still unrealistic."

On this Sunday, when flesh and blood are weak and vulnerable, if material suffering is the root of spiritual torment, then it should be overcome.

But in Liu Ying's view, this was tantamount to giving up on reality.

Firefly: [In such happiness, people never overcome hardship, and forever lose the opportunity to overcome it; in other words... this is escapism.]

Sunday: [You can think that way, but running away isn't shameful. On the contrary, everyone has the seed of running away within them.]

[Don't you think so too, Miss Firefly? Why does life sleep? Because people are afraid to wake up from their dreams.]

But this does not conflict with a great cause. Only by acknowledging this can we understand the weaknesses of human nature, and thus embrace and protect them.

Seeing that neither side could convince the other, Firefly also expressed her approval of Sunday's leader's ideas.

But I'm different from you. I live for myself. In my view, making choices for oneself is a natural and inherent right.

Perhaps escapism is the nature of the weak, but who is weak... should not be defined by others.