Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Now that we've added two more people, we can spend even more money."

He handed a card to Joan of Arc.

"This credit card is specially supplied to the Clover family. You can use it freely in the dream, and someone else will pay for it all."

"Yes, yes," March 7th said with a smile.

"Let's go shopping together. Several new clothing stores have just opened, so we can buy some new clothes while we're at it."

Seeing how composed the two Masters were, Lia couldn't help but smile.

"That's right. Strong people always take a more relaxed view of conflict."

"Then Joan of Arc, let us experience this world to the fullest."

"Huh?" Joan of Arc was stunned when she heard Lia say the same thing.

She looked at the credit card in her hand, somewhat at a loss.

"Is this really good?"

"While we're doing nothing, the enemy Master and Servant are very likely making their move."

"What, are you scared?" Lia looked at her with disdain.

"Then you can wear this armor all the time and roam the streets like a rat to guard against enemies who may appear at any time."

"Give me the card while you're at it. I'm quite interested in shopping, especially if you weren't here..."

"Tch, who wouldn't come!" Joan of Arc put her credit card away.

"I'm going shopping too, and I'll also get a new outfit."

"This card doesn't cost the Masters any money, right? Then I'll have to make good use of it."

Upon arriving at the commercial street, Yan Huan and March 7th temporarily separated from their followers.

The two first went to a barbecue stall, ordered a lot of skewers, and sat on small stools to wait for the meal to begin.

"Hehehe, dreams are so much better, they have all kinds of flavors."

March 7th was filled with joy:

"Mr. Yan, do you think it's beneath our dignity to eat these things?"

"What's your identity?" Yan Huan rested her chin on her hand and looked at the other customers near the barbecue stall.

"Nobody knows us anyway, so let's just eat."

Unlike the robin, the nameless guest is not a world-famous superstar.

Many people may have heard the story of the nameless stranger, and may have heard of Yan Huan and March 7, but most have never actually met the two of them.

During this period, the train crew went to explore Onfaros, and if they didn't use social media platforms, their popularity would be even lower.

Not just at this stall, but I spent ages shopping earlier and nobody asked for autographs or anything...

"Then we're past our prime, aren't we?" The aroma of the freshly served food made March 7th almost cry with envy.

"Hehe, never mind, I wonder what they bought over there."

Chapter 1518 Buy It For Me

In Pinocchio's golden moment, time no longer flows, but is frozen into a dazzling amber.

Clockwork Boy Plaza is the most dazzling core of this amber.

There is no oxygen in the air, but rather billions of suspended micro-dust particles that emit a soft glow.

They are like living stardust, flowing and flickering slowly with an invisible melody.

"What a beautiful sight." Lia looked at the flowing crowd, seemingly in a very good mood.

In the dream, the floor tiles that the two Servants were stepping on didn't look like stone slabs, but more like flowing liquid neon.

Each step stirred up ripples of iridescent light that spread outwards, reflecting the boundless starry sky above.

The Dream Daydream Hotel building, not far away, is composed of huge, slowly rotating glass gears interwoven with holographic projections.

The Pinocchio Theatre, shining like a bright moon in the sky, illuminated every area of ​​the dreamscape.

In this dazzling and mesmerizing extravagance that lies between dreams and reality, Lia and Jeanne Alter's shadowy figures seem somewhat out of place.

"Hey, Joan of Arc, why don't we buy this building?" Leah teased.

"Since the Master said that there is no limit to the credit card limit, then using this building as a base is not a bad idea."

"Don't call me by that name." Joan of Arc looked at her with disgust.

"You know I'm not that saint."

"Oh? Why can Master call me that, but I can't?" Ria looked at Jeanne with amusement.

"Different treatment?"

"The Masters don't know the origin of my Spirit Origin, so they can just call me whatever they want."

Joan of Arc was clad in jet-black armor, her entire body covered in frenzied patterns and chains.

She crossed her arms, her sharp, crimson-gold pupils scanning the bizarre and fantastical scene around her.

On a giant holographic billboard, a virtual idol sings passionately, the projected light flowing across her cold armor, yet unable to dispel the almost tangible chill emanating from the abyss surrounding her.

"Hmph." A cold snort escaped her lips, carrying undisguised contempt.

"No matter what, this beautiful dream is nothing but mud wrapped in sugar."

"These ants, indulging in illusions and bubbles, have had their souls hollowed out by this false glory, leaving only empty shells."

Her words were like poisoned icicles, piercing this dreamlike extravagance.

A jingling billboard curiously approached her, only to be startled away by a wisp of flame rising from her fingertip, running away screaming as it went.

Artoria, standing beside her, watched this scene with amusement.

The jet-black long dress, amidst the shimmering light, actually swallowed some of the brilliance, making it appear even more profound and understated.

Lia's eyes calmly observed everything not far away, revealing an almost inhuman, evaluative scrutiny.

Her gaze swept over the vending machines that floated in mid-air, selling ice cream and Sorrento.

"A more bustling area is also a good thing."

"Tch, are you looking at ice cream? All you ever think about is food..." Joan of Arc glanced at her.

"What, do you have a problem with that?" Lia's gaze turned cold.

"You don't even know how to appreciate delicious food. Your mindset is definitely that of a country bumpkin."

“Here, the form of energy consumption can be different.”

Hei Dai's voice was deep and steady, as if he were analyzing the supply lines of a battle:

"Using memory as fuel to construct the ultimate sensory experience, the efficiency is also worth evaluating."

Her gaze fell on Jeanne Alter:

“Joan of Arc, your spirit origin seems to draw more negative emotions here.”

"Just like the Dream Troupe mentioned by the Masters, they are all the result of absorbing too much negative emotion."

"Ah."

Black Jeanne's lips curled into a dangerous smile, and the ominous flame reignited at her fingertips, standing out starkly against the dazzling background.

"Isn't this just natural? Look at all this happiness on the streets."

"How hypocritical, how fragile, just a spark... a tiny bit of hatred... is enough to burn this decadent illusion to ashes."

Her eyes gleamed with a restless, destructive urge, as if this brightly lit ocean before her was the perfect fuel for her.

She could feel the anxiety, the comparison, and the emptiness that had been deliberately forgotten permeating the air, seeping into her core and causing the power within her to stir subtly.

Lia did not respond to her enthusiasm, but simply turned her head slightly to look at the giant Clock Boy sculpture floating in the middle of the street.

If you look closely, the watch face on the clock boy's face is an abstract symbol that changes constantly, representing twelve moments, with flowing liquid gold forming vortices inside the dial.

"Is this what people envision as the ideal city?"

"At least the happiness is real, so what does it matter if it's a little unreal?"

"How decadent," said Jeanne Alter with a look of disgust.

"Fake is fake. Skyscrapers and cities, aren't they all just dreams?"

"A country girl is indeed a country girl," Lia teased.

What is needed to build a city in reality?

“Bricks, tiles! Workers!” Black Jeanne replied.

Do you really think I don't understand anything?

"And isn't this place the same?" Leah said with a faint smile.

"Dream builders use memory to construct each building, and chefs use emotions to create food."

"Look, this is actually a reality."

"Like the gemstones displayed in the jewelry store on our left, aren't they very beautiful?"

Jeanne Alter also noticed the gem, and a strange light flashed in her crimson-gold pupils.

It wasn't just possessiveness, but the deep blue of the gemstone inexplicably reminded her of the eyes of a saint, and an inexplicable anger instantly flared up.

"...Hmph, just fake tears."

She turned her face away, but her feet involuntarily led her toward the glass window of the jewelry store.

The dazzling lights reflected off her black armor and her stubborn, pretty face, creating an eerie scene.

The embodiment of destruction, imprisoned in this extravagant cage, her hatred, reflected in the dreamlike lights, creates a strange and beautiful effect.

Jeanne Alter almost crashed into the flowing display window; her jet-black armor, set against the backdrop of nebulae, resembled a piece of stubborn iron thrown into the Milky Way.