Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"This is the interior of the Pinocchio Grand Theatre."

Looking around on March 7th:

"This... the Music and Music Festival is about to begin, why isn't it open for admission yet?"

Himeko said warily:

"Not only that, the entire theater was unusually quiet."

"Not only were there no spectators, but we didn't even see any staff or performers."

Yan Huan, hands in her pockets, suddenly said:

"It seems the box office for the Harmonious Music Festival is not good."

"Yes," March 7th replied.

"There's no one here..."

"Wait a minute, you're focusing on the wrong thing!"

Himeko suggested:

"Let's explore the area first."

"Everyone, proceed with caution."

The three walked around the theater, looking around and maintaining a safe distance.

Yan Huan arrived at a curtain by a side door, placed her hand on the pull rope, and slowly pulled the curtain open.

This appears to be a lounge area, with sofas, bookshelves, and a food cart.

There wasn't a single member of the family.

"..."

Logically speaking, if only the Oak family, Sunday, and Dreamers wanted to overthrow Pinocchio, then members of other families should have been preparing for the Harmony Ceremony in an orderly manner.

But this place... is clearly taken over by Sundays.

"What is this stuff?"

Ahead, two glowing dolls caught Yan Huan's attention.

Upon hearing his voice, March 7th and Himeko rushed over.

"Oh my god—what's going on?!" March 7th carefully examined the two dolls in front of her.

Their expressions made them seem like two living people having a conversation.

"How come there are strange dolls here?"

"I understand," Yan Huan said confidently.

"Due to poor box office performance, the organizers brought in these costumed characters to boost the event's popularity in order to save face."

"Then paint them or use some camouflage, and they'll look just like real people."

"When it comes to filming or live streaming, it won't be so awkward."

March 7th was very skeptical:

"Even if you make it look exactly like a real person, these kinds of dolls won't move, right?"

"The audience will immediately spot the mistake."

Himeko pondered:

"This place is far too unusual."

The three glanced at the puppets a couple more times before slowly leaving.

Elsewhere, the three discovered more puppets, all appearing in the grand theater in various poses.

"Could we have gone to the wrong place?" March 7th scratched his head.

Himeko was helpless:

"There probably won't be another [Grand Theater] in this dream."

On March 7th, he looked around again:

"So... Sunday was just messing with us?"

"We agreed to settle our differences on stage, so where did everyone go?"

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Miss March 7th." Suddenly, a voice came from above.

"Huh?!"

The sudden noise startled March 7th, who immediately looked around warily.

"Scared me!"

"Where...where are you talking?"

Sunday said with a smile:

"I'll be waiting for you all behind the big curtain."

"Before the grand ceremony begins, following the ancient tradition of Asdena, I would like to invite you all to watch three pre-show plays."

"History is a mirror, reflecting the most authentic face of the universe."

"We can also take this opportunity to learn more about the history of Pinocchio and Astral."

"And the outline of the future—naturally—is revealed within it."

"How about... we start from the beginning of the world?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan immediately squatted down and began sharpening her knife...

"..."

"Mr. Yan Huan, please be patient."

Sunday said in a deep voice:

"You clearly approve of my paradise, so why are you in such a hurry to draw your swords?"

"Anyone can draw a picture of a cake," Yan Huan said with disdain.

"I could also create a paradise, on the condition that you marry your little sister to me. Would you be willing?"

"Hehe... If what you say is true, and the robin genuinely agrees, then there's nothing wrong with it," Sunday said with a slight smile.

"But... how can I trust you?"

"So here's the question." Yan Huan looked up:

"Why should I believe you?"

Chapter 753 Whose spirit hasn't faced hardship?

"Hehe... I will still try to persuade you all."

Let's begin.

As soon as he finished speaking, the large curtain in front of him slowly opened, revealing the actual stage of the grand theater.

It was extremely spacious inside, more like a giant plaza than a stage.

"[Since the War of Twilight, the heavens have been empty, and the earth has been in chaos.]"

"[To teach all things in the universe to be knowable, the One of 'Order' was born.]"

"[This was the first day.]"

The three stepped into the center of the theater and walked slowly on the red carpet, observing the surrounding scenery.

There are many floating landscapes here, and the site has obviously been decorated for Sunday.

"[He gathered stars and clouds and made them into a quiver, and created a great lyre with black and white keys.]"

"[Hit the white key, the sun rises; hit the black key, the moon rises.]"

"[This is how day and night came to be.]"

"[This was the second day.]"

At the edge of the road, a celebrity figurine is displayed on both sides, guiding the three people to the right path.

At the end of the road, countless puppets prostrated themselves in worship, their goal being a teleportation portrait.

Such portraits were already quite common for the three of them.

These picture frames can be found in children's dreams, or even in daydreams of hotels within dreams.

"Are the dolls gathered around the picture frame trying to get us to come in?" March 7th looked ahead.

"Let's go." Himeko stepped into the picture frame first.

Subsequently, Yan and March 7th followed.

[Pre-show play. Act One: "The Prisoner's Song"]

Once inside the frame, March 7 looked around and saw almost nothing but emptiness.

Beneath my feet was a path paved with stones; it seemed to be the only path available for standing in this space.

"Where are we?" March 7th asked.

"It should be considered a kind of first-person viewing perspective," Yan Huan guessed.

Himeko pursed her lips:

"The atmosphere here... is very similar to my inner world on Sunday."

"Perhaps this so-called [on-screen drama] is also constructed in a similar way."

"The play is called 'Ode to the Prisoner,' and considering the surrounding atmosphere... it seems that what will be performed next is Pinocchio's past."

Looking ahead at the desolate scene, March 7th scorned: