You want me to play the Foehn wind? Are you kidding me?

Lu Feng stood there quietly, watching Sunday across from him, without making any move.

The entire top-floor room was eerily quiet, without the slightest unnecessary noise.

On Sunday, he stood there alone, his mind in turmoil, while the raging wind in front of him remained silent.

His mind was racing, filled with all sorts of random thoughts.

His plan, which he had kept hidden for so many years, was exposed by Fenfeng, and even his most secret seven-day weekend was known to the other party.

He couldn't figure out Fenfeng's thoughts at all.

I don't know what he's trying to do. Is he trying to stop me? Or is he trying to cause trouble? Or... is he just watching the show?

His elaborate plan, which he had been preparing for so long, might all come to an abrupt end from this moment on.

Just when Lu Feng was feeling confused and about to burst out on Sunday, he finally spoke up.

"I'll wait until your plan succeeds, then I'll see just how strong you really are."

Just from that one sentence, Sunday was completely stunned.

He stared blankly at Lu Feng, his mind seemingly frozen, and subconsciously asked a question.

"Are you waiting for me... to ascend to godhood?"

Lu Feng looked at his stunned expression. Although he didn't show anything on the surface, he was slowly making plans in his mind.

He wasn't just saying it offhand.

He said this only after thinking it over carefully.

First, Sunday has a weakness.

His sister, Robin, lives in Pinocchio. No matter how crazy or obsessive he gets on Sunday, he can't possibly ignore his sister.

This reflects Lu Feng's confidence in his "Sunday Sister Complex" persona within the storyline.

Secondly, the group from the Starry Sky Train is also here.

After all, they have the protagonist's halo.

And going further back, there's also the Star Core Hunters.

Even if Sunday really does become a god on the verge of death and causes something too big, this group of people can still intervene and keep things in check to some extent.

Lu Feng's current goal is very simple.

He wanted to see with his own eyes how far the ascension plan, which had been in the works for so many years, could go with his presence.

Just what level of strength does a half-step Star God possess?

This is much more fun than simply ruining his plans and waiting to see him reach the top.

Lu Feng glanced at the shocked, confused, and complicated expression on Sunday's face, but didn't say another word.

This is boring, I'm not going to chat anymore.

He turned around and prepared to leave the top-floor room.

"Wait a moment."

On Sunday, he suddenly spoke up and quickly called out to him.

He also wanted to ask how much Lu Feng actually knew, and whether he really wouldn't interfere with his own Harmonious Music Ceremony.

But Lu Feng had no intention of stopping.

With a flicker of his figure, he vanished from the room without leaving a trace.

It was as if he had never been here at all.

On Sunday, he stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the spot where Lu Feng had just stood, without moving for a long time.

The room became quiet again.

He stood there for a long time before slowly moving his feet and sitting down on the chair next to him.

He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, his mind still a mess.

For a moment, he even doubted whether everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Is it because I'm under too much pressure, overthinking, and having delusions?

But he turned to look at the wall next to him.

The wall, which had just been hit by his own attack and was still slowly repairing itself, clearly told him this.

Everything that just happened was real.

The foehn winds actually broke into his private residence.

I really know his most closely guarded seven-day weekend plan.

He even said that he was willing to wait and see him ascend to godhood.

On Sunday, I took several deep breaths, forcibly suppressing all the panic and unease in my heart.

He forced himself to calm down.

Stay calm, you must stay calm.

The plan cannot be stopped.

I've been planning this for so many years, starting from when I took over the oak family business, laying the groundwork step by step, and patiently enduring each step.

For Pinocchio, for breaking free from the bonds of harmony, for forging my own path, for completing the seven-day weekend, for achieving godhood.

The price he paid and the things he endured are unimaginable to outsiders.

We absolutely cannot afford to fail at this crucial moment.

As for the foehn wind...

I silently made a mental note of it on Sunday.

I still can't believe it.

Even though the other party just said they would wait and see if he succeeded, he absolutely dared not relax.

Such powerful individuals are too deep to be understood.

No matter how nicely he talks, no one knows if he'll suddenly interfere and cause trouble the next second.

We can only continue to keep an eye on things and remain on guard.

We must never let our guard down.

After resting for a while and completely calming himself down, Sunday stood up and walked out of his private room.

There's not much time left before the start of the Harmonious Music Festival.

He walked to the outer terrace of Chaolu Mansion, raised his hand, and took off the Harmony Ring from his head.

In an instant, all the power belonging to the Commander was stripped away from his body and dissipated.

He voluntarily relinquished all his power.

Immediately afterwards, he severed all connections between himself and the Oak family lineage.

Now, he is just an ordinary person through and through.

No divine power, no special privileges, no family support, and no trump cards.

It is just a mortal body whose spirit has been suppressed for a long time and is extremely fragile.

Having done all this, Sunday moved and followed the dream passage to the golden hour.

Soon, he arrived at the lively but somewhat chaotic Pipixi Fun Street.

The whole street was noisy and bustling with tourists having fun, a stark contrast to the quiet and serene Morning Dew Mansion.

On Sunday, I wandered aimlessly and finally stopped in front of a stall called "Don't Laugh Challenge".

When the stall owner, Pipixi, saw someone coming, he immediately came over enthusiastically and said something.

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"It's very simple. Just eat this special candy and try not to laugh the whole time to complete the challenge."

On Sunday, looking at the enthusiastic Pipixi people in front of him, he calmly spoke.

"Does this candy have special effects?"

The stall owner, Pipixi, smiled broadly and explained honestly.

"It's about amplifying all your inner emotions! Thoughts you usually keep hidden and dare not express, and fun ideas will all pop up. You just need to hold back your laughter. Lots of tourists come to play; it's fun and stress-relieving!"

On Sunday, I listened quietly, quickly weighing the pros and cons in my mind.

He has no divine protection whatsoever now.

The mental barrier is very weak.

This situation is perfect for extreme testing.

He wanted to see if his current mental state could withstand the emotional impact of the candy.

It can also test whether one's mental capacity can withstand a personality split, thus verifying the feasibility of the seven-day weekend plan.

Moreover, even if some minor problems arise, it's just a controllable trial and error.

It's just a trial and error; it won't affect the overall situation.