Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Didn't the Black Tower ask for a copy of my memories from Onpharos?" Yan Huan pondered.

"You guys should come and watch too. Unless you're an extremely powerful memory wielder, no one can tamper with my memories right now. They're absolutely genuine."

"Listen to me, I don't know what the key points are either, let's just read it through."

“Mr. Yan Huan is right.” Sunday nodded slightly.

“Mr. Walter, let’s go with Ms. Black Tower.”

Given that Yan Huan has been exploring new avenues recently, she might still be a key player in Onfaros' world.

Since he wanted to relax at Grand Star, there was no reason to refuse.

Bring March along too, and see if her condition improves.

"That's true." Walter pondered for a moment:

"However... Mr. Otti seems to have been making some moves recently, so be careful when you contact him."

"The relationship between the train and the family is still too delicate."

After leaving on Sunday, Yan Huan and the others had many more conflicts with the family at the Grand Gathering Star.

They even went so far as to disregard the feelings of their family members and plunder the power of the Star of the Grand Event...

Chapter 1500 What are you doing?

Stepping into Pinocchio, the star of the event, once again, the air of breathtaking luxury remained thick and oppressive.

The massive gate, inlaid with flowing starlight, slid open silently, as if unveiling a thin veil at the boundary between reality and dreams.

"Hey, are they doing renovations here?"

March 7th gripped the handle of her pink suitcase, which was printed with a cartoon rabbit and had worn edges, and her eyes lit up instantly.

The lobby was decorated with a dense array of oddly shaped decorations, among which March 7th only recognized what appeared to be balloons.

They are not ordinary rubber, but rather like translucent, shimmering bubbles of luminescent material, floating lightly in the air, with iridescent patterns flowing across their surfaces.

In addition, there were ribbons.

The ribbons were no ordinary items; they were made of some kind of flexible, luminous fiber, like solidified aurora ribbons, winding down under the warm golden starlight dome, adding a touch of dreamy festive atmosphere.

"Is there some kind of festival being celebrated? We've come at just the right time."

March 7th's voice was full of joy, and the hands pushing the wheelchair seemed a little lighter.

In his wheelchair, Yan Huan leaned back like an old man, his legs crossed high, his eyelids not even fully open.

"All that fancy stuff, they're definitely just trying to scam you out of your room fee," he commented lazily.

His tone revealed a sharp insight that seemed to see through everything.

"Pinocchio lost a lot of money during that backstabbing incident on Sunday. Now they're probably trying to recoup their losses and make a profit from the tourists."

"Sigh, it's only human nature." March 7th understood, since it wouldn't affect her anyway.

She pushed her living father, steadily stepping onto the warm, springy red carpet.

The red carpet also seems to have been modified, replaced with a more festive dark red, so that each step a guest takes creates a faint golden-red sheen on the carpet.

The air in Pinocchio is still so expensive it seems to be charged by the gram, but March 7th stands tall and straight.

We, the anonymous customer, are now shareholders!

This star of the event now also has a piece of the pie with the Star Train, which is basically going home.

Yan Huan raised her eyes and looked up at the magnificent dome.

—Like a starry sky seized by divine power, billions of stars gracefully circulate, their light flickering and shimmering, casting a warm golden glow like an eternal twilight.

"It seems like there really has been a major renovation."

A refreshing and cool fragrance arrived as promised, swirling around me. The crispness of snow water and the deep fragrance of valley orchids instantly dispelled the dust of my journey.

"Welcome back to Pinocchio, Mr. Yan Huan, and Miss March 7th."

Two waiters dressed in silver-gray flowing stardust uniforms appeared precisely beside them, as if receiving an invisible signal.

His face wore a flawless smile, like a work of art—sincere, warm, and with a curve so precise it could be measured with a ruler.

One of them, with utmost naturalness and the respect due to a shareholder, silently accepted March 7's slightly eccentric pink suitcase.

The other bowed slightly, gesturing to Yan Huan, his gaze fixed on his wheelchair, seemingly assessing whether additional assistance was needed.

Immediately afterwards, a female manager with an air of elegance that seemed to have stepped out of a classical court painting stepped forward, a flawless and graceful smile on her face:

"Shareholders, you must be tired from your journey."

Her voice was like the finest silk, gliding past my ears.

"Your room is ready; it is a brand-new Diamond Suite, exclusively for invited guests."

She turned to Yan Huan, a knowing smile on her face.

"Based on your preferences when you registered, Mr. Yan Huan, your suite has been adjusted to an 'immersive gaming theme'."

Her gaze softened and turned to March 7th:

"The special Taro Boba drink prepared for Miss March 7 will be delivered to your room by your personal butler shortly."

"Oh, we don't need two rooms."

March 7th quickly waved his hand, looking a little embarrassed.

"I'll just share a room with him."

She pointed to the old man in the wheelchair, "For some reason, I can't stay too far away from him."

"Please move another dream pool into the master bedroom of the suite, so we can both dream in one room."

"Okay, everything will be based on the requirements of the two shareholders."

The female manager's smile remained unchanged, as if March 7th's suggestion was simply to add another potted plant to the room.

She nodded slightly, calmly walked to the side, took out the communication terminal that looked like a work of art, and gave a few instructions in a low, clear, and very fast voice.

The privileges of the upper class, or rather, shareholders, are largely like this—you only need to speak up, and countless invisible hands will smooth out the rest of the troubles for you.

From March 7th's perspective, the female manager's back view remained as elegant and composed as a runway model, each step landing perfectly on an invisible musical note.

After giving her instructions, she turned and walked back, her posture impeccable.

"The room adjustment will be carried out immediately and will not take too long for you two."

"In the meantime, please allow me to lead you to the VIP lounge for a short wait. There you will find the latest Memory Domain mobile gaming terminal, which Mr. Yan Huan may find interesting."

The manager gestured for them to enter, pointing to a comfortable area partially surrounded by glowing ribbons and balloons.

There are several sofas with a more futuristic design, which surround a floating holographic projection table.

Yan Huan seemed to have developed a slight interest:

"Ha, another new paid feature?"

"Mr. Yan Huan loves to joke, how could we dare to charge our shareholders?" The female manager smiled kindly.

"Yan, just have fun and that's all. Why worry about so much?"

March 7th didn't care about any of that. She pushed her wheelchair and excitedly headed towards the new area that looked like a lot of fun.

The wheelchair rolled over the soft, dark red glowing carpet, gliding towards the VIP lounge, which was decorated with a festive atmosphere that made it even more dreamlike.

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"Can anyone sit on this sofa?" Yan Huan stared at the new sofa up close and couldn't help but have doubts.

Several sofas are no longer in the traditional soft form, but are made of flowing, translucent memory sand, presenting an ergonomic shape with a surface that shimmers with stardust-like light.

The holographic projection table suspended in the center is not static either. The tabletop flows slowly like living water, with colorful data streams and abstract patterns appearing and recombinating from time to time.

"Wow!"

March 7th's eyes were instantly drawn to the ever-changing tabletop, and he pushed his wheelchair a few seconds faster.

"Look, Mr. Yan, playing board games with this would definitely be a lot of fun!"

"These chips aren't a gambling table, are they?" Yan Huan's eyes widened.

"They haven't even entered the dream yet, and they're already putting this in the lounge so openly? Are they that short of money?"

"There won't be any problems." The female manager leading them maintained her smile and her steps remained elegant and composed.

"This is the mode that the previous group of customers selected; they probably prefer it."

"Mr. Yan Huan can also operate the table and switch to the popular game page."

She walked to one of the sofa sets and gestured for it to proceed.

"The rooms are still being adjusted, please rest here for now."

Chapter 1501 What a Business Genius

"Okay! Let me try it first."

On March 7th, he impatiently stopped his wheelchair next to a transparent sofa.

She then unceremoniously lay down on the sofa, which, as if it had a life of its own, gently enveloped her, adjusting to the most comfortable curve, and the stardust on its surface softened accordingly.

"Comfortable!" March 7th squinted contentedly, then looked curiously at the floating desktop. "How do you play this?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the flowing desktop seemed to sense her gaze and instantly condensed into several clear operation icons in front of her, with a simple yet technological style.

Yan Huan looked at the icons with great interest.

One of the icons gleams with the glow of 'Classic Strategy', another is 'Illusion Exploration', and the last one is 'Simulation Management: Rebuild Pinocchio'.

"?" Yan Huan tapped the "Rebuild Pinocene" icon and asked the female manager:

"Your hotel executives are really something, aren't they? Turning a mess into a game and making the guests help clean it up? You're really pushing your luck."