Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

“You despicable usurpers… should be quietly thrown into the trash can like garbage!”

"This is simply...incomprehensible!" Another red puppet appeared, wielding a long sword and forcefully slashing down at Walter's shoulder.

"A mere trick!" Walter gripped the blade with one hand and crushed it in an instant.

"As minions of [Order], are you only capable of hiding among these puppets? Cowardly, timid reptiles!"

You are not worthy to be my opponent!

In the distance, seven puppets of different shapes and sizes grab Sunday and struggle to drag it away.

The friction between his knees and the ground produced intense, bright red blood, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.

……

Back to the present.

Himeko looked at the heavily injured Sunday in front of her and sighed:

"Unbelievable, there are remnants of [Order] in Pinocchio."

"You should understand that doing this means making enemies of the Star Train."

He continued to talk eloquently on Sunday:

"Even if I must make enemies of all these nameless guests, it's only me and the Oak family."

"But we haven't gotten to that point yet, have we?"

"Everyone has seen how hard you've all worked for the justice of Pinocone."

"So..." After calming down, Yan squatted down again to sharpen his knife.

How do you plan to build this dreamland?

"It seems that if we continue to let you do whatever you want, all the people of Pinocone will never wake up again and will only be able to spend their next life in dreams."

On Sunday, he looked at Yan Huan and smiled:

"Hehe... Mr. Yan Huan, please calm down."

"[The] Brave New World of Order will surely satisfy you."

"Pinocone and this universe have witnessed far too much innocent bloodshed."

"The strong wield their swords against the weak, and the victor pushes the life of the defeated to its end..."

I sighed again on Sunday.

"Natural selection—the world follows this law, building the well-being of all mankind on the remains of the weak."

"Only we, or rather I, have the ability to end this absurd farce."

"...?" Yan Huan looked at Sunday with disbelief:

"You intend to... resurrect a dead star god?"

"As far as I know, no one has ever been able to do such a thing."

Is Chapter 743 the paradise you've been looking for?

"hehe."

Sunday smiled slightly:

"Since Mr. Yan Huan is interested, let's be frank."

"I have always believed that people can understand each other through peaceful means."

"I am willing to tell you the true aspirations of the [Order] Walkers so that you can make a better judgment about the Star Train, Pinocone, and this universe."

"Words are pale and powerless, unable to depict that ideal appearance..."

"So, come with me."

On Sunday, he turned around and gestured for everyone to follow:

Let's walk back the way we came and see where this road leads.

The next moment, Sunday's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"Hey, what happened to him?" March 7th felt a pang of panic.

"Did you skip Sunday?"

The sounds of Sunday drifted from the sky:

"Welcome. From that moment on, this place is no longer any part of Pinocchio."

"It's my inner world."

"The reason why the scene in front of you has not changed is because your consciousness has extracted similar concepts to complete it."

Yan Huan blinked, somewhat confused:

"What kind of person would suddenly reveal their inner thoughts, like showing someone a diary with their innermost feelings written down?"

He looked at March 7th:

Do you keep a diary?

March 7th shakes its head:

"I don't write."

Can what's written in a diary be considered one's true feelings?

Sunday explained:

"This is a kind of [tuning], which allows you to understand my emotions more intuitively, and it also means that I will have nothing to hide from you."

"Next, I would like to ask everyone to look at the big screen."

"From here on, you will see many of the choices I have made."

"I've selected a portion of it to share with you."

Suddenly, an image of a handful of gold coins appeared on the big screen.

"I think that after experiencing the same difficulties, you will all be able to understand my thoughts."

"Let's begin. The first choice involves a handful of gold coins."

The images on the screen slowly began to flicker.

It was a child holding a bank card, trying to get some gold coins from the bank window.

He was dressed in rags, and perhaps it was his first time at a bank; his body was trembling uncontrollably.

"This story takes place on a planet where the boy's grandfather is seriously ill and urgently needs money for treatment."

“His parents passed away early, and he was raised by his grandfather from a young age. Now, his life is in imminent danger.”

Sunday said in a deep voice:

"When he came to the bank with his grandfather's bank card, hoping to withdraw money to save his life, he was refused by the staff."

"The staff requires the person to come in person; otherwise, withdrawal services will not be provided."

"Even though the boy brought his household registration book and various identification documents here, the staff still insisted on seeing him in person."

"Ultimately, the stalemate caused delays."

"The old man passed away sadly."

At this point, Sunday smiled slightly:

"Originally, the boy's grandfather had a chance to live, but the weak are always made to suffer."

"Please put yourselves in their shoes. What if the person coming to withdraw the money was a shareholder of the bank, or some very important figure..."

Will the attitude of the service staff change?

After hearing this story, March 7 was speechless for a moment.

"Can't we make an exception?"

"The child's grandfather is lying in the hospital, how could he possibly come in person!"

"...Yes." Sunday was quite disappointed:

"This is an incident I stumbled upon while visiting my sister's performance on some planet."

"On that planet, the robin also enjoys extraordinary popularity."

"What if it were a robin that went to collect the money?"

Without hesitation, March 7th replied:

"The person who came to greet us must be some kind of manager, or even the bank president, right?"

"Maybe... I'll need a robin's autograph too?"

"Hehe...yes," Sunday sighed.

"But in this world, besides the big shots, there are many unknown little people."

"They may not have much power, and they may live ordinary lives, but should such people be treated differently?"

"If you experience enough, you will naturally discover that all the injustices are basically concentrated on these people..."

"Hunger, disease, oppression..."

"All of this will only lead to tragedy."

"Therefore, people need a paradise."

Immediately afterwards, the image on the screen changed again.

It was a woman with a very beautiful face, who was crying and telling her story.

Sunday explained:

"This is a signed artist who is currently crying in front of the screen, complaining that her boss has taken liberties with her."