Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Pedestrians on the road were overjoyed, all excited about the upcoming Harmonious Music Festival.

"Oh my god...it's Mr. Sunday! Come quick, come here! Hahaha..."

It was a drunken Pipisi man waving at Sunday.

"Hehe, let's go take a look."

On Sunday, he brought a robin to the guest.

"Hello, Mr. Sunday!"

The Pipixi man pointed to the grand theater in the sky and said drunkenly:

"See that? The moon in the sky is the same size as the bottle cap of Sulfaq in my hand!"

"Hiccup~"

"Is it possible... if I just reach out, I can hold the moon in my arms?"

"Hmm? Hiccup~~ Right? Hehe..."

He seemed to be drunk.

Sunday smiled slightly:

"The moon...? Heh, you mean the Grand Theatre, right?"

Upon hearing this, the tipsy guest immediately realized what was happening and said:

"Oh, oh! Haha... Look at me, it must be because I've been away from home for too long and miss the moon so much... hiccup~"

"But... it doesn't matter!"

He suddenly burst into laughter:

"Our Pinocchio Grand Theatre is brighter than the moon! It's beautiful...a feast for the eyes!"

"Back then, they even advised me not to sell all my belongings and instead focus all my energy on Pinocchio..."

"...Pah! How short-sighted!"

The robin listened, and her delicate brows furrowed slightly:

"Sell all your belongings... Why go to such lengths?"

The tipsy guest smiled wryly:

"why?"

"What else could it be... Life back home was too hard, people didn't even live like human beings anymore."

He looked up at the grand theater in the sky and took a deep breath:

"Pinocchio is still the best. It's all sweet dreams, no suffering, no worries about tomorrow, and you can do whatever you want...hehe."

"Now that's what you call... hiccup~ Being alive! Hehe... Feels so good!"

The robin, with a melancholy gaze, murmured:

"Can this... really be considered as living?"

A tipsy guest leaned close to his ear:

"Hiccup... Hmm?"

"Little girl, what did you just ask?"

"I didn't hear you clearly..."

A slight smile on Sunday:

"It's nothing, sir."

"Look, the traffic on Grax Avenue is heavy and dangerous."

"Edion Park is nearby. I'll have a member of the hound family take you there to continue your sweet dreams, how about that?"

The tipsy guests nodded absently:

"Oh... okay~"

"You're right... No wonder you're the leader of this dream, my savior! Hehehe..."

"See you then, Mr. Sunday. Thank you for chatting with me... *hiccup*"

The robin remained melancholy even after the hound family members took the guest away.

Noticing her expression, Sunday asked with concern, "What's wrong, little sister?"

The robin sighed:

"Why do people live like this in a place that is supposed to be a dreamland?"

“That gentleman just now…was not happy at all.”

She looked up, gazing at the grand theater on the horizon as well:

"No matter how sweet the dream is, it is still an unseen and intangible illusion, yet he regarded it as his only choice for survival."

“To even give up a future in reality for this is not [life] at all.”

Sunday nodded slightly.

"Hmm...that's it."

After thinking it over, he gave the robin an answer:

"But in my opinion, this is the way ordinary people should live."

The robin asked in confusion:

"……Why do you say that?"

Sunday is the day for the robin.

“You just said that the man’s life based on his dreams doesn’t count as a life, but that’s not true.”

“Even without Pinocchio, people would live in their own illusions, an illusion called [self-worth].

He continued to talk eloquently on Sunday:

"People always think that they are destined to achieve a certain value, and that earning value for themselves means having great power."

"On the contrary, those who are worthless are degraded to the weak."

"However, value is not created out of thin air, and its totality has an upper limit."

"To realize so-called value, one must plunder from others."

"And so, the weak are exploited and oppressed..."

The robin asked:

"You mean... things shouldn't be like this, right?"

“Exactly.” Sunday nodded.

"Ironically, people don't think it's wrong to do this."

"Because they always regard that vague and ethereal [self-worth] as their guiding principle, even the weak believe so."

He looked around at the people:

"Survival of the fittest, the strong preying on the weak... all the tragedies in the world stem from this."

"And the reason Pinocchio is a dream is precisely because it provides a safe haven for anyone who wants to escape from it..."

A smile gradually appeared on Sunday:

"There is no tragedy here, only happiness—"

"Although it's only in its early stages, isn't this exactly what our dream paradise looks like?"

"..."

The robin thought about it for a moment, then didn't take it to heart:

"Perhaps that gentleman was just an exception."

"Before drawing a conclusion, I think it would be better to see it with my own eyes in my dreams, just like I did at Liumeng Reef."

Sunday expressed agreement:

"Yes, seeing is believing. I'll go with you."

"The dream master has not yet arrived, so we still have time to wander around."

……

the other side.

"hiss……"

After leaving with the robin on Sunday, Walter felt dizzy and disoriented.

"what happened……?"

After about ten seconds, he raised his head and took a deep breath.

...silently took off his glasses.

Chapter 729 Pinocchio was right.

"Miss Robin! We meet again."

"Is the preparation for the Harmonious Music Festival going smoothly? We're all really looking forward to it."

This is a short-haired woman who looks incredibly cheerful.

She was also a guest.

Seeing this, the robin also greeted:

"Ah, um."