Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Great! Three hundred Sky Ring Winged Castles! Little March, your friend has guts. Wait, Auntie will get the kitchen running at full capacity right away. Today, Triss Kitchen is going to make history!"

She turned abruptly and roared at the kitchen:

"Set up all the spare grills and mobilize all available manpower! The target is three hundred chicken wings! For the glory of the watchmaker!"

"Okay, sis~"

"Lord Hook, lend a hand...! We need to get started!"

Suddenly, a chaotic commotion erupted from the kitchen, including the clanging of pots and pans, the roar of machinery, and what sounded like someone falling to the ground.

The entire restaurant seemed to tremble, and even the gray, dreamlike dust that had accumulated on the ceiling fell down in a flurry.

March 7th scratched his head, puzzled, and asked:

"Why does that voice sound so familiar?"

"Never mind... I hope we can actually finish making these 300 hamburgers."

She found a seat, ordered a milk tea for herself and Liya, and started slurping it down.

Lia rested her chin on her hand, slurping her drink while gazing out the window with her indifferent golden eyes.

Looking at the dim yet vibrant street scene outside, her stomach let out another long 'gurgle'.

……

In the arcade, Yan Huan squatted on the ground, her hands lightly pressing against the floor, which was dripping with liquid neon light, her brows furrowed.

"emmmmm..."

If you look closely, you can even see fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

The surrounding space distorted slightly, and countless tiny fragments of memory matter, radiating various colors of light, gathered together as if attracted by a magnet, emitting a low hum.

He seemed to be thinking.

“A dragon with wings is definitely different from a dragon that holds the power of enlightenment, right…”

"A pair of wings, a pair of feet, do they have claws? What does the head look like?"

Yan Huan wasn't really sure about the dragon that Black Jeanne had in mind.

We can only make one for now and then adjust it gradually.

"The dragon's skeleton... In a dream, we need high-density dream materials, so let's use 'rage'."

"The core of the dragon... using this Tyrannosaurus Rex meme? It seems a bit unstable..."

Yan Huan had already broken down the Tyrannosaurus Rex meme material.

These things can only be used partially; their strength is actually quite poor.

After all, even the family's hounds... with a little tactical skill, could easily crush these memory domain memes.

He looked up, thought for a moment, and then suddenly froze:

"Hmm? I think the building's screen quality during prime time is pretty good..."

The screens in my dreams always need to display important news and advertisements, and their materials are arguably better than those of other buildings.

Besides, as a shareholder, what's wrong with uninstalling the screen for a while?

"You are the one!"

Amidst the gazes of those emerging from the arcade, Yan Huan charged directly toward the building not far away.

He used both hands and feet to climb up the outside of the building, looking like a strange creature.

The pedestrians below were dumbfounded.

"Mommy, what kind of animal is that?" The little girl tugged at her mother's sleeve and pointed at Yan Huan, who was climbing up there.

"That's trash, child..." The plump woman covered the little girl's eyes and said disdainfully:

"If you don't study hard at Origami University, you'll become one of those dream builders."

"He does dangerous construction work every day, there's a lot of work but no commission, and he's working overtime while others are on vacation..."

"But Mommy, Origami University also has a Dream Building Academy!" the little girl asked curiously.

"The Dream Building Academy is also a place for training dream builders..."

"No, no, no, it's not the same," the woman said disdainfully.

"If you get good grades, you can become one of those white-collar workers who supervise others' work, right?"

"Watching others work and doing work yourself are very different."

"If your subordinates do a good job, that's your credit, it's because you gave good leadership."

"Then all you have to do is sit in the office, collect some red envelopes, make a few phone calls, and the credit points will come to you on their own!"

At the same time, a shadow fell rapidly.

*Whoosh—thump!*

Yan Huan slumped onto the soft surface, looking around awkwardly.

"Uh... I lost my grip and fell."

"Ah, you useless thing...you're crushing my mommy!" The little girl looked at Yan Huan with pleading eyes and burst into tears.

"Waaaaah... Give me back my mom!"

"Mommy?" Yan Huan was taken aback, then stood up and took a step to the side.

Sure enough, there was a pancake where I had just fallen.

He picked up the pancake, tapped it on the ground, and said, "Ha, it really does seem to be a person."

“It’s alright. The image in the dream was crushed. I can help your mother reshape it into a human form.”

Just as Yan Huan was about to showcase her artistic talents, the pancake vanished into nothingness.

It seemed that intense pain startled him awake, pulling him out of the dream.

"Uh……"

Looking at the girl's blank expression, Yan Huan gave an awkward smile:

"Well, even though you don't have a mommy right now, you still have me."

"Can't I be your guide for the time being?"

"Waaaaah... Ahhhhhh...!"

"Uh, okay."

Amid the girl's loud cries, Yan Huan had no choice but to call for the hunting dogs.

Chapter 1523 Do you really want to hit me?

As a shareholder, he has direct command over the lower-level hunting dogs.

"Little girl, what's wrong?" Miss Hound, who had rushed over, bent down, placed her hands on her knees, and looked gently into the little girl's eyes as she asked:

Why are you crying?

"Waaaaah..." the little girl sobbed, pointing at the strange creature climbing the building again.

"That monster... Waaah... Just now... Waaah... It sat on my mom and killed her...!"

"I...I'm numb...Waaaaah..."

"Are you numb anymore?" Miss Hound blinked and asked.

"Did you get lost from your mother?"

"No, no..." the little girl choked back tears and shook her head, "I'm numb..."

"what?"

After repeated questioning, Miss Hound finally understood what had happened.

It seems someone just fell from a great height and knocked the little girl's mother out of her dream.

"I understand."

Miss Hound stood up and nodded slightly.

"By the way, have you seen an older brother?"

"Brother?" The little girl was taken aback, and her crying subsided.

"Yes, that's our shareholder, and he's the one who asked me to come."

Miss Hound smiled gently:

“I have always admired him and wanted to meet him.”

"Of course, your mother is fine and should be awake at the hotel by now."

"Once she comes to her senses, she will enter your dream again to keep you company."

"I didn't see any brother..."

The little girl raised her hand and pointed to the strange creatures on the glass of the skyscraper.

"But I saw a monster, and it was the one who took away my numbness."

"?" Miss Hound looked up, her heart pounding with anxiety.

"Who...who is this person?! How did they climb up to such a high place?!"

"It's the murderer!" the little girl gritted her teeth. "The hatred for killing my mother is irreconcilable!"

She said with grief and indignation:

"Sister, why don't you go and kill him? I'll give you all my New Year's money!"

"Ah? This..."

Miss Hound looked at the strange creature high in the sky, her face showing difficulty.