Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"So, how about considering accepting my power?"

Yan Huan waved her hand helplessly: "No, I'm afraid I'll become a lunatic too."

Aha: "?"

"It seems you don't have a clear understanding of yourself! How can you think you're not a lunatic right now?"

Yan Huan straightened up and quickly waved her hand, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

……

Black Tower Space Station.

Because Yan Huan destroyed the stargate from the inside, Nanuk's consciousness couldn't track him down.

After learning the news, the staff members, for safety reasons, observed the spaceship for three hours.

Only after confirming safety did they return to the space station in batches to restore its operation.

Yan Huan remained unconscious and was placed in a medical ward by order of the Black Tower.

On the screen of the space station, a montage video about Yan Huan is playing.

The content is a compilation of his beating up of the God of Destruction, and his tormenting of the God of Destruction for 108,000 kilometers with the God of Pleasure.

The distributor even thoughtfully provided a download link.

Everyone on the space station received a text message from an unknown number, which boldly advertised an even faster, one-click download.

They were speechless for a moment.

On the screen, the greetings from the God of Joy are being broadcast live.

He pointed at the crowd outside the screen while frowning at Yan Huan and said:

"Kid, I'm starting a poll right now, let the people tell you whether you're crazy or not!"

"Alright, come on, the eyes of the masses are discerning!"

Yan Huan bowed politely to the staff members watching from outside the screen and said shyly:

"We hope everyone can distinguish right from wrong, refrain from malicious voting, participate in this event fairly and impartially, and avoid any fraudulent practices. Thank you for your support."

Immediately afterwards, data bars appeared on the big screen, displaying the vote count in real time.

At the same moment, everyone's phone rang with a "dong" sound, revealing yet another text message from an unknown number.

The text message reads as follows.

Aha reminds you that participating in the vote gives you a chance to earn shopping points. Join us! Click the voting link below to participate now: https...

Everyone glanced at the text message and fell silent again.

The content in the link is as follows.

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A. He's obviously a lunatic, what are you all hesitating about?

B. He's not crazy, everyone look at me, I have to announce something, I'm an idiot!

C. I choose A. Those idiots who chose B, remember to increase the dosage!

"..."

"Uncle Yang, how should we choose?" March 7th asked Walter, holding up his phone.

Walter adjusted his glasses. "Everyone should just follow their own heart. Since it's a vote, we must uphold the principles of fairness and impartiality, otherwise the vote loses its meaning."

March 7th was still hesitating, wondering whether to vote for option A. "He's obviously a lunatic, what are you all hesitating for?"

The next option is 'B. He's not crazy, everyone look at me, I have to announce something, I'm an idiot!'

There's also a C. I chose A; those who chose B, remember to increase the dosage!

March 7: "..."

To be honest, she didn't really want Yan Huanzhen to take over the position of the Star God of Joy, because it might cause him to leave the Star Train.

Meanwhile, the others nearby started campaigning for votes.

"Everyone, I won't say much more. The eyes of the masses are discerning. Let's choose A and make Brother Huan the envoy. We are all witnesses to history!"

"Get lost! I can't even become an envoy, so he can't either! So what if I die? I'll still choose B!" the man said, and immediately pressed the vote button on his phone.

"Hey, are you alright? Huan-ge saved you on the space station, why don't you wish him well?"

"Tch." The man scoffed, "You talk like you're the only gentleman out there. Didn't you only pass your research project because of connections? What are you pretending for? Everyone looks out for themselves!"

For a time, opinions were divided on the space station.

What was originally a no-brainer in the vote turned into a shocking surprise for Aha, as option B surprisingly received an exceptionally high number of votes, only a few votes less than option A!

Aha: "?"

He looked at the crowd outside the screen in shock.

"...Are you all alright?"

Chapter 32 This is the real seed player

"Are workplace relationships here really that tense?" Aha frowned.

Black Tower Space Station.

At this moment, the scene here was extremely chaotic.

It's no longer just a simple voting activity.

"What do you mean? Are you so jealous that Huan Shao became a Commander? I've never seen anything like it before."

"Heh, Wen Shiling, don't think I won't scold you just because you're young. How good can you be? Aren't you just waiting for Master Yan Huan to really become the Commander so you can suck up to him? Don't tell me you're clean, don't you even know how many people with the surname Wen are in the Department of Physics!"

"Exactly, they've brought their family monopoly mentality into the workplace, tsk tsk tsk."

"Don't yell at me. You're the biggest slacker on the entire space station. You're the scum of society!"

The scene was extremely chaotic.

Even the people on the Star Train were now in a dilemma.

"The resentment here is too strong," March 7th whispered to Dan Heng as he retreated to a corner.

"The system here is indeed somewhat unsatisfactory," Dan Heng said calmly.

Unexpectedly, a vote decided on a whim by the Star God of Joy could cause such a conflict among the space station crew.

"It's not that I don't support Huan-ge, but that guy just said he'd buy me milk tea if I chose B. Whether Huan-ge is the leader or not doesn't really benefit us much, but this milk tea is the real deal!"

"Damn it, who's using milk tea to garner votes? Is it really that serious?"

"It's just sour, never mind, where do I get my milk tea?"

"..."

Aha's eyes twitched incessantly on the screen.

Goodness, someone's even campaigning for votes.

He looked at Yan Huan, who was sitting to the side picking her toes, and asked in confusion, "Is this what you call a corporate slave? It's really interesting."

Yan Huan glanced outside and said helplessly:

"Oh, whatever. Didn't you say the masses have discerning eyes? What, are you having second thoughts?"

Aha covered his forehead, almost laughing in exasperation:

"Hahaha... Kid! I believe justice resides in the hearts of the people, and black can never be white! I want to see just how much they can go against their conscience!"

“Now, I’m going to extend the program!” Aha’s gaze grew even more profound.

……

Two days later.

Black Tower Space Station.

This is a huge stage.

The dazzling lights shone on Yan Huan's face, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

The stage is divided into three areas.

At the very top, Black Tower sat there, propping up her little face, looking quite helpless.

"You guys are so boring." Black Tower pouted and looked helplessly at the guest seats on the left, complaining.

At the center of the stage, Estelle held the microphone and gave a passionate introduction:

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the annual selection process at the Black Tower Space Station. I am Station Master Estella."

"This program is sponsored by our special guest, the God of Joy, Aha. Let's give him a warm round of applause!"

The audience burst into warm applause.

"Clap clap clap clap clap—!!"

All the staff members sitting in the audience were incredibly excited; this was a genuine Star God.

The lights shone on the guest seats on the left, and Aha stood up, waving confidently around.

"Thank you so much for your kindness!"

Estelle walked over to Aha, handed him the microphone, and blinked her big, bright eyes:

"Hello, Mr. Aha, is there anything you would like to say to our viewers?"

"Hmph." Aha glanced at the clerks sitting in the audience, put his hands on the table, and cursed angrily:

"I believe justice resides in the hearts of the people, and I never expected things to develop to this point. Yan Huan is clearly a lunatic, so what's there to argue about? Sometimes I really don't understand you humans. Today I'll see just how low your bottom line can go!"

The staff members below the stage looked at each other, some loudly supporting it, some indifferent, and others picking their ears as if they hadn't heard it.

At this moment, Yan Huan looked over.