Give Star Iron a little MC shock

Ge Peimu gritted his teeth: "I'm going to give up the Golden Moment!"

"what?"

On Sunday, she suddenly opened her eyes in surprise and looked at Ge Peimu: "You're actually going to give up Golden Hour? What about the people who haven't left Golden Hour yet?"

Ge Peimu was also somewhat helpless, but things had already developed to this point, and he could no longer afford to worry about anything else.

"There's no other way. The anomaly in the Golden Hour was caused by Xing He. If we let him enter other times, we'll only suffer greater losses. Therefore, the Golden Hour must be abandoned and sunk into that Primal Memory Domain. We absolutely cannot let Xing He come out! Do you understand?"

Although Sunday knew that things were at a critical juncture, he was still hesitant. There were a large number of tourists during Golden Hour, and if Golden Hour were to be submerged in the Primal Memory Domain, their lives would not be guaranteed.

"Sunday!"

Ge Peimu suddenly raised his voice, waking Sunday from her hesitation: "This is a necessary sacrifice! If we don't sever the Golden Hour from the dream world, everything will be over!"

On Sunday, he gritted his teeth, caught in a mental struggle. After a moment, he sighed, nodded, and became somewhat dejected.

"I understand, I'll go right away."

Seeing that he had finally made a decision, Ge Peimu's eyes were full of relief.

“My child, I knew you would understand. All of this is a necessary sacrifice. For the sake of our great cause, we can only ask those people to suffer.”

"Yes."

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In the dreamlike Daydream Hotel, Gallagher followed his memory to a VIP room, casually tapped it twice, and the sound of a robin came from inside.

"Who is it? Please come in."

Gallagher pushed open the door and entered, his gaze falling directly on Robin, who was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine.

The robin looked up from the magazine, and when she saw it was Gallagher, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"It's you, the sheriff we met on the road earlier. No, Xing He said you were some kind of fictional historian? Who exactly are you?"

Gallagher bowed gracefully with his hand on his chest: "Indeed, as Mr. Xinghe said, I am not some kind of sheriff of the Hound family, but I am indeed an old dog, just a hound that watches your [family] from the shadows."

Upon hearing Gallagher's speech, Robin immediately became nervous. She hurriedly got up from the sofa, grabbed the lamp next to her, and pointed it at Gallagher, as if the lamp could give her some sense of security.

"So what exactly do you want to do? I'm warning you, if you attack me, the family will find out very soon! You can still leave now, or the consequences will be severe!"

"Don't be so nervous, Miss Robin."

Gallagher raised his left hand, which had been behind his back, glanced at the hand that was gradually becoming somewhat ethereal and transparent, and couldn't help but sigh.

"My time is running out. Miss Robin, your warning or your family's revenge are not important to me. I will disappear before you catch me. Forgive my rudeness, but because I don't have much time, I'm afraid I won't have time to explain everything to you in detail, Miss Robin. When you get there, if you encounter those people from the Starry Sky Train, please tell them for me, 'The rest is up to you.' Alright, Mianmian, let's do it. Please, this esteemed lady, move aside."

"Mianmian?"

Before the robin could glean anything from Gallach's words, it suddenly heard him call out the names of other beings, and immediately tensed up. There were other accomplices of Gallach in this room.

Just as Robin was nervously looking around, clutching the lamp, searching for the accomplice Gallagher had mentioned, whom he called "Sleepy," a deep purple crack suddenly appeared in the wall behind her, and a sharp blade plunged straight into Robin's back.

Suddenly struck by such a heavy blow, the robin's eyes widened abruptly, and only a dry cough escaped its throat. Stiffly turning its head, it saw only a huge, cat-like vertical pupil.

Upon meeting the vertical pupil, the robin slowly closed her eyes, while the memory-domain meme that had suddenly attacked her casually tossed the robin's body to the ground, letting it gradually dissipate into bubbles.

After doing all this, [Mianmian] approached Gallagher like a well-behaved puppy and rubbed her huge head against his left hand.

Looking at it like this, Gallagher helplessly raised his right hand and gently stroked it.

"Sigh, my time is running out. I'm entrusting the rest of my time to you, Mianmian. After I disappear, remember to hide well and don't show your face. Those guys from the family won't let you roam freely in my dreams."

[Mianmian] raised her head, seemingly wanting to get closer to Galahad, but he pushed her away.

"I should go now, and you should go and finish what you need to do."

[Mianmian] took a few steps back in disappointment, then disappeared into the crevice.

Looking at the empty room, Gallagher glanced down at his left hand, which had completely disappeared.

"Sorry, old man, this old dog of mine is probably going to be coming down to join you soon. It's a pity I won't be able to tell you the ending of the story. But don't worry, your descendants seem to be ridiculously outstanding."

Gallagher suddenly burst out laughing, unable to resist pointing to his empty left arm and making a joke.

"That nameless guest named Xing He even saw through my lie the moment we met. He's truly an excellent nameless guest. With people like him around, your dream will definitely come true."

"Before that, let me give them a little more help."

Chapter 184 Everything Has a Price (Third Update)

"Heh heh, these Hound family members aren't bad in combat."

On the top floor of an assimilated building, Xing He stood on the edge, looking down at the Hound members below who were fighting skeletons, zombies, and creepers.

As the security force during the prime time, their combat capabilities are clearly incomparable to those of the tourists. They are quite adept at dealing with slow-moving zombies.

Unfortunately, those traveling with zombies aren't necessarily zombies; they could also be Creepers, skeletons, or even the grass-dwelling little zombies.

A little zombie darted swiftly through the grass, and every time the pack of hounds tried to attack it, their batons were blocked by the weeds growing on the grass blocks.

At first, they didn't think these sparse, non-prickly weeds had any effect, but now, facing this tiny zombie that was less than a meter tall, they truly understood how disgusting the weeds were.

"Damn it, I can't hit it at all!"

"Never mind it for now, that skeleton over there is like it's cheating, it has an endless supply of arrows! Could it be breaking off its own ribs to use as arrows?! Ouch! Damn, I've been hit by an arrow."

Just as these people were frantically trying to kill the skeleton, a Creeper sneaked up behind them. After flashing its body a few times, it blasted three members of the Hound into the air with a loud bang.

Xing He shook his head and sighed as he watched this scene: "Coolie are really doing people a lot of harm."

Seeing the remaining members of the hounds, Xing He decided to help them out and used a command to summon a bunch of snow golems around them.

As soon as the snow golem appeared, it picked up a snowball and threw it at the nearby zombies and skeletons. Although it did no damage, it was still able to repel the zombies and skeletons and attract some aggro, buying some time for the remaining hound members.

Just as Xing He was enjoying the view from the high platform, a series of heavy footsteps sounded behind him.

Xing He turned around and saw that the person who came was Galakh, who had lost an arm. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"You want to become a one-armed hero too? How come you're missing an arm after only a short time?"

Gallagher used his only remaining right hand to hold a bottle of liquor, opened it with difficulty, took a big gulp, and then walked to Xing He's side to look down with him at the Hound members struggling in agony.

"I never expected you to have this kind of fun. As an anonymous guest, shouldn't you be helping them?"

Xing He shrugged dismissively: "I didn't help them because I knew they weren't in any danger. But you, you've lost an arm, and you still came all the way here to find me?"

Gallagher withdrew his gaze from the hounds, wiped the wine stains from his mouth, and looked intently at Xing He.

"My time is running out. To make a long story short, Pinocone's dream was built by the family using a star core. Everything started because of this star core of Pinocone, and the current Grand Event Star is the disaster of the star core."

Xing He was somewhat surprised that Galakh had told him everything directly. Although he was reluctant to believe Galakh's story because of his fabricated title of historian, Galakh's eyes told him that what he said was true.

But just to be on the safe side, Xing He still asked him for verification: "Why should I believe a fictional historian?"

Gallagher placed the bottle of liquor on the ground beside him, then pointed to his missing left shoulder, where his body was disintegrating at an increasingly rapid pace.

"Does someone who is about to disappear need to leave behind another lie that cannot be answered?"

Gallagher's answer was very convincing, and Xing He felt he had no reason not to believe him.

"Alright, I believe you. But what do you want to do by telling me about the star core?"

Xing He was still clueless about this: "When our Star Train arrived at Pinocone, Himeko and the others didn't find anything wrong with Pinocone. The surrounding space was very stable, which contradicts what you said about the Star Core Disaster, unless the Star Core has been sealed. But if the Star Core has been sealed, then what you said is meaningless."

Gallagher gave Xing He an approving look: "As expected of Mikhail's junior, you are indeed very perceptive."

"Mikhail? That name sounds familiar."

Xing He thought back carefully and realized that the little boy Misha he had seen in the corridor of thoughts had Mikhail after his name, and Galach was now calling himself Mikhail's junior.

Could it be that one of the three nameless guests Pam asked them to find was Mikhail?

Before Xing He could ask any questions, Gallagher continued, "Before we talk about the Star Core, I need to give you some background information about the Memory Domain."

"Creating a vast Dream Continent in this Primordial Memory Domain is no easy task. Either the messengers of [Memory] and [Mystery] will intervene, or we can only utilize the power of the Star Core. As the Nameless Guest, you should know that using the Star Core comes at a price."

"A price to pay? Is there one?"

Xing He pulled out the star core from his pocket, which he hadn't had a chance to use since it was seized on the immortal ship: "I have several of these on me, and I haven't seen any price to pay for them."

Galakh reminded him that he would use the star core later, and that would make it so that only the head slot of the four armor pieces was left without a star core.

He wanted to see what kind of blessing the star core embedded in his head would bring.

Gallagher's face darkened, and he glared at Xing He with annoyance: "Alright, I know you're special, no need to brag anymore! I'm talking about the normal situation!"

“Normally, using a star core comes at a price, let alone creating such a large dream world. As a price, those who are immersed in the dream will continue to sink in until they become the placenta of the dream. So far, countless people have become nourishment for the dream. Now you understand why I told you this, right? Why I brought the Star Train to Pinocchio.”

Xing He understood. At this point, he understood 50% of the situation. The remaining 50% was about why Galah didn't tell his family and insisted on having the Star Train.

but.

Xing He glanced at Galah, whose lower body had already disappeared, and realized that Galah probably wouldn't have a chance to explain to him.

Gallagher realized his time was almost up, sighed softly, turned to Xing He and said, "In my final moments, would you like a drink? To your tomorrow."

Xing He didn't move, but looked Galakh up and down and asked in a serious tone.

Don't you want to live?

"Heh, instead of talking about this, let's have another drink..."

Gallagher was about to pick up the bottle of wine on the ground when he suddenly froze and looked up at Xing He in surprise.

"What do you mean?"

Chapter 185 Your Name (Fourth Update)

"What I mean is, I have a way to keep your disappearing body alive, though I'm not sure if this method will work on you fictional historians."

Xing He wasn't too sure about making any promises, since the principle behind the ability of a fictional historian is that a lie will exist as truth until it is exposed, but it will cease to exist once the lie is revealed.

And coincidentally, there is a mechanism in Minecraft that is somewhat similar to the fictional historian, namely name tags.

In Minecraft, zombies and other monsters are not permanent and will be refreshed. However, zombies and other creatures named with name tags will not be refreshed by the system. This is a technique that players often use.

The lies told by fictional historians are, in a sense, similar to the system refresh mechanism in Minecraft.

"what way?"

Gallagher was getting anxious. It wasn't that he was afraid of dying, but the time he was going to disappear was far beyond his plan.