Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"[Then cheers and chants rose in unison—]"

A deafening roar of cheers erupted, and the slumbering theater awoke from its slumber.

Amidst this imposing momentum, Yan Huan walked to the back of Sunday's stage:

"You seem to really like this kind of grand display."

"Hehe, Mr. Yan Huan." Sunday turned around and smiled slightly.

“I have told you everything about order, and it seems you now fully understand what we are planning.”

"So, what are your thoughts now that you've come before me?"

"I don't have any thoughts."

Yan Huan shrugged:

“I’ve watched your play. There’s too much classical Chinese in it. It’s like me memorizing texts in elementary school.”

Sunday's faint smile:

"This is just a minor episode in the history of the galaxy, it's not important. What's important is where this long river will flow in the future..."

"You came just in time."

"And...the guests you brought too."

On Sunday, he looked up, gazing at the densely packed Cloud Riders in the stands, and nodded slightly.

"That's good, they will lay a good foundation for my paradise."

"Mr. Yan Huan, you don't actually think... that these reinforcements alone are enough to destroy my paradise, do you?"

Yan Huan shook her head:

"of course not."

Keep smiling on Sunday:

"Regardless of your purpose, I still want to extend a welcome to you all, welcome to the [Pinocchio Theatre]."

"This is the heart of a beautiful dream, the location of the star's core, and the absolute stage for the Grand Harmony Ceremony..."

"It is also... the place where we decide Pinocone's future battleground."

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan slowly took out two power banks from her pocket:

"Then can you tell me why my power bank is still out of power?"

"..."

Staring at the power bank in Yan Huan's hand, Sunday smiled faintly:

"Then don't get addicted to electronic products. Isn't this beautiful dream more captivating than virtual games?"

"Only by holding firm to our beliefs can we bring true well-being to this world."

In the audience, Himeko took the microphone, stared at Sunday on the stage, and said in a deep voice:

"Please allow me to point out that falling into a permanent sleep is by no means equivalent to happiness, especially when people are at the mercy of others while they are asleep."

Hearing Himeko's voice on the theater's loudspeaker, Sunday was a bit of a surprise:

"Oh? Even the radio station got hacked?"

"This is not something a guest should do..."

“But if I were the owner of the theater now, would that be fine?” Walter’s voice came from behind Sunday.

Sunday turned around, his eyes wary, and said:

"Mr. Walter, have you finally broken free from the maze?"

"Even now, do you still believe that [Order] only wants to turn the entire universe into its puppet?"

Walter, without his glasses, crossed his arms and said coldly:

"No matter how perfect your vision of paradise may be, a cage is still a cage."

"Now that I have eliminated all the wandering puppets, I am now the owner of this theater."

“An arrogant brat.” Sunday gave Walter a cold glance:

“To be honest, Mr. Walter, I used to think of you as a cultured man.”

"I never imagined that all of that was just your ugly disguise."

"So what?" Walter frowned.

"Do I need to be polite when dealing with you? I think we should... uh!"

Suddenly, Walter covered his forehead, showing a pained expression.

Then, he slowly raised his head, his eyes becoming blank again.

In the audience, March 7th took the microphone and shouted:

"Uncle Yang, quickly scold him!"

"In his world, it's impossible for people to achieve true happiness! They're just toys of the star gods!"

"What? I... insulted him?" Walter glanced at Sunday in the audience, even more confused.

Sunday sighed:

"It seems that everyone has misunderstood my intentions."

"I reiterate: my ideal is neither to resurrect the Star God, nor to ascend to godhood—"

"There is only one thing I want to do, and that is to create a paradise that belongs only to us humans, where there are no star gods, only [order], and where everyone's dignity and happiness can be embraced."

This time Walter understood and immediately said in a deep voice:

"If people are to live with dignity, then they will not allow anyone or anything to be above them."

"And in what you call paradise, that person is you."

Sunday nod:

"If this is human nature, then let them challenge me, instead of you denying it."

"It seems... we can't persuade them no matter what."

He looked at Yan Huan:

"And what about you, Mr. Yan Huan? Do you share the same thoughts as your companions?"

"This is not."

Yan Huan put her hands in her pockets:

"How wonderful it would be to have an amusement park."

"If you're not happy in reality, you might as well live in your dreams."

"But you also know that there's a room fee at Pinocchio..."

Upon hearing this, Sunday immediately looked at the Cloud Riders in the audience:

"That's true, but they... they must all be illegal immigrants, right?"

"Shouldn't Mr. Yan Huan also ask them to pay for the room?"

"Oh?" Yan Huan frowned.

"They used your hotel room?"

"Why should I pay anything if I haven't paid anything?"

"..." Sunday was silent.

Smuggling is now justified?

Yan Huan then said:

"I paid for the sleep aid drinks they used upfront, how about you reimburse me?"

Although somewhat annoyed on Sunday, he still managed a polite smile and said:

"Mr. Yan Huan, this is a bit unreasonable."

"Although I am the host and you are the guests, it is unreasonable to ask me to bear such inexplicable expenses for no reason."

"What's unreasonable about it?" Yan Huan shrugged.

"But it doesn't matter, you'll pay on your own in a little while."

Continuing on Sunday:

"I hereby promise that if the plan succeeds, there will be no need to pay any room fees to enter this park."

"The park will be open to everyone in the future."

"But in the early stages, for the sake of stability, we can only accept guests who are already in Pinocchio."

"Okay." Yan Huan nodded.

"Since money is not an issue, let's move on to the next one."

"Once you enter your dream, is it impossible to get out?"

“If you allowed people to come and go freely, we wouldn’t be so tense.”

"Free entry and exit... not allowed." Rejected on Sunday:

"There would be too many uncertainties, which would affect the balance of the park's existence."

Yan Huan pressed on, asking again:

"If we can't even solve this problem, then what's the point of talking about building an amusement park?"

"Isn't your approach of only taking in and not giving out a form of escapism?"

Ultimately, it was due to insufficient preparation.

"Wake up, stop now, let everyone treat this as a joke, and let it pass."