Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Come on, if you're so capable, don't rule against us. Let's see if you can still work here next term!"

"Ha, you're threatening me?"

The soda man approached Yan Huan and said sternly:

"How dare you threaten me?!"

Do you think I'm that kind of person?!

"Fine, I'll declare you the winner!"

"I'm going to rule in your favor!"

The man with the soda slowly backed away, pointing at Yan Huan and the plastic bag, and said threateningly:

"If you've got the guts, then admit defeat! Otherwise, I'll make sure you win!"

"What you've done is simply divine! Good! I'm going to take it to the Sun's Time Exhibition!"

"Hey~ I'm going to find a professional team to write a report about it, so that the whole of Pinocchio knows that the nameless craftsman's skills are superb! I'll make you famous!"

"..." Amid boos from the audience, the plastic bag won its second victory as it had hoped.

"I can do it well."

The plastic bag looked up at Yan Huan:

"I've just found a way to prevent the mud from crumbling."

"It's no use," Yan Huan replied.

"In this kind of competition, you simply can't win if you don't have anyone behind you."

"No matter how well you do it, if the other party just asks a master to give you a finished product on the spot, you're still doomed."

"Alright. We've both won, let's go get something to eat."

After bidding farewell to the opera on March 7th, Yan Huan hurriedly left the dream with the plastic bag.

……

Inside the landfill.

When Yan Huan woke up again, she glanced at the plastic bag lying next to her. The girl's clothes had returned to being patched up.

"emmmm..."

Logically speaking, the clothing worn when first entering a dream should be the same as in reality.

Clearly, this girl also felt that her outfit didn't look good and knew she needed to change into something more appropriate.

Soon, the plastic bag also woke up.

Yan Huan stood up and sniffed the air.

"..."

The air still smells unpleasant; it will take some time to get used to it.

He pulled out a note with a few large characters scrawled on it.

'Meet their Mother Goddess's messenger'

This is a hint from Hanabi.

"Plastic bags... How many pieces did you need to see your Mother Goddess's messenger?" Yan Huan asked.

"It's a blessing," the plastic bag said, sitting up.

"It takes the blessings of 6,666 Mother Goddesses to be able to see the messenger and live a good life!"

"Actually, I've never understood what a good life means."

Yan Huan asked curiously:

What defines a good life? Is it having endless snacks or unlimited money?

"Or perhaps, you could move to a different place and never have to scavenge for trash in this kind of environment again?"

"I don't know, but I've heard people talking about auspicious days since I was little." The plastic bag shook its head.

"Has no one ever successfully collected all 6666 fragments?"

"Yes," the plastic bag replied.

"Many adults gathered together, then went to see the messenger, and never returned."

"Maybe the days that followed were too wonderful, and they simply didn't want to come back."

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan nodded slightly, and then asked:

"So, where can I buy this fragment?"

"I have plenty of credits, so buying 6666 at once shouldn't be a problem."

"No, that won't work," the plastic bag explained.

"Each person can only buy one per day, otherwise it is disrespectful to the Mother Goddess."

"?"

"There are still purchase limits?"

Yan Huan squinted. What's the point of limiting the purchase of this piece of junk?

Is it price gouging? But even the garbage collectors here can afford it...

"Can I buy it from the residents here?"

Yan Huan came up with a new idea.

"If there are purchase restrictions at legitimate places, I'll just buy directly from different people and ask for higher prices."

"No, that won't work." The plastic bag shook its head again.

"Have you forgotten what I told you before? The Mother Goddess's blessing is strictly forbidden to be bought or sold, otherwise you will be punished if you are found out."

"But didn't you give me a hundred?" Yan Huan pulled out the bag of nail plates and reminded her again:

"And your maternal grandfather, didn't he sell several thousand pieces too?"

“Hmm.” The plastic bag acknowledged this, then looked at the pipe on the table.

"That's why you can't see him."

"?"

"???"

Yan Huan was stunned for a moment, then a chill ran down her spine as she thought about it: "Your grandfather has been arrested?!"

"No ah."

"Then why can't I see him..."

"Because he's not here."

So where is he?

Yan Huan looked around.

"To be honest, I've never even met him."

"Of course you haven't seen it. He's sold so many blessings, he's already..."

"already?"

"They are already living a happy life."

"..."

Chapter 1158 Your Grandpa Looks Like Him?

Following the plastic bag's footsteps, Yan Huan, with her hands in her pockets, arrived at a barren mountain forest.

As far as the eye could see, everything was withered and yellow.

Yan Huan didn't know how the seasons were calculated on this planet, but she always felt that there would never be a spring.

The mountains and forests are dotted with graves of all sizes.

Looking at the small mounds of earth with wooden signs erected on them, Yan Huan suddenly had a strange thought.

She said she wanted to see her grandfather, and the plastic bag brought her here.

"Could it be..."

"You're right." The plastic bag's eyes dimmed, and it nodded slightly.

"Ah, so this is the way to happiness."

Gazing at the burial mound ahead, Yan Huan silently took out a bunch of chrysanthemums from her bosom:

"Who is your maternal grandfather? These chrysanthemums I picked last month are still quite fresh, just right..."

“He really likes flowers. Maybe you could try photinia; he’s wanted it for a long time.”

The plastic bag walked up to a grave, raised its leg, and kicked it hard.

'Crack--'

The wooden sign in front of the grave mound was kicked over, making a mechanical sound similar to a switch being turned on.

Yan Huan: "?"

Under his gaze, a crack, about the width of a person, appeared in the center of the mountain ahead.

"Come with me."

The plastic bag went first toward the secret passage, followed closely by Yan Huan. She glanced back at the wooden sign that had been kicked askew, "Whose grave is that? Does the owner know you've done this to it?"

"That was my great-grandmother's."

"..."