Star Iron: Imaginary numbers? Dude, I play with quantum reconstruction.

March 7th: Because reality is too crowded.

Xing: Indeed, I just went there. It was so crowded that I didn't even dare to open the room door, and the elevators were all out of service. It gave me a sense of helplessness, like facing a swarm of insects on a space station.

Qiong: Brother Hua, you did a great job! Please let us enjoy this dream all to ourselves.

March 7th: It's still not certain whether he did it or not. If it was him, that's fine, but if it wasn't... I don't even want to think about how bad the family's security has become...

Qiong: It's definitely ruined; the Silver Wolf is completely destroyed. The Star Core Hunter has already entered.

March 7th: What kind of hodgepodge is this? Should we run away?

Qiong: If we run away when we encounter difficulties, how are we supposed to expand? I will fight to the death until Brother Hua leaves.

Star: Silver Wolf broke through directly? Silver Wolf came in?

Qiong: I don't know. The extra I mentioned is actually a Star Core Hunter. Now we don't even need to pay hush money.

March 7th: What kind of monsters and demons are these?!

Qiong: Don't worry, based on the information we have so far, there are only three: the Great Lord, the Company, and the Hunter. And none of them are hostile towards us.

March 7: Good heavens, does this mean Pinocchio will punish everyone who wants to daydream?

Qiong: It's okay, trust the official channels. I believe the family will give me the money back.

Walter: But the family has been giving it the cold shoulder until now.

Qiong: A useless family, they won't even refund the money.

Xing: The invitation itself doesn't cost any money.

Qiong: Sis, this is called compensation for emotional distress.

Hua Wu: Have a great holiday, everyone.

Hua Wu: Indeed, I was the one who pulled that little trick.

Hua Wu: Of course, this is to make things clear to people.

Hua Wu: The family lied. In fact, the family had no idea whether the dream world was safe or not.

March 7: Because you wanted to prove that dreams aren't necessarily safe, so you blew up the whole Pinocchio?

Hua Wu: Hey, what do you mean it exploded? It's perfectly fine.

Hua Wu: I simply exposed the family's lies.

Hua Wu: The bubble of dreams will eventually burst. The so-called dream of having everything still requires trading with credits.

Hua Wu: Don't you guys think this dreamland is ridiculous?

Hua Wu: They can make things up, but I can expose them too. Isn't that a very simple principle?

Walter: It should be more than that.

Danheng: You must have other reasons.

Hua Wu: Um, when I received the invitation, I told Jing Yuan that if I blew up Pinocchio, could I mention his name?

Hua Wu: He just said, "Bomb! You can bomb anything, report whatever you want, the family won't believe it anyway."

Qiong: So, the plan to blow up Pinocchio was devised by General Jingyuan?

March 7: I think I now know how bad the reputation of the Alliance and General Jingyuan has become.

Danheng: This reason aligns with your mental state.

Hua Wu: Indeed, things have been much more normal lately.

Hua Wu: To make up for my mistake, I have decided to use my power to protect Pinocone. I will add an indestructible barrier around Pinocone.

Hua Wu: That way it's absolutely safe.

Danheng: Do you have a personal grudge against your family?

Xing: I feel like my family will be drowned in the spittle of those who want to go home.

Clockwork Boy Statue —

"You were the ones who did that," Huang Quan said, drawing his sword as he approached the two men.

Xingxiao looked at Huangquan with great interest. "It's you? You didn't perish with that star field. You want to swing your sword at me? There are still hundreds of billions of people in this dream. It's indeed a good battlefield. Come on, swing your sword at me."

Hua Wu stood by, indifferent to the situation.

"The surrounding terrain has been reinforced, so you can fight as much as you want. You can fight for days and nights without any problem. When you get tired, just go to sleep. Pinocchio is quite big."

Huang Quan looked at Hua Wu, "I'm not here to declare war. I've seen your information. You're a general of the Immortal Ship Luofu, so do you know about the Sea Patrol Knights?"

Hua Wu nodded. "I know, that was Old Jing's first choice. It's just that the timing wasn't right and he was recruited by Luofu. By the way, this scene of the explosion at Pinocchio... was decided by Luofu's Divine Power General—Jing Yuanding."

Ignoring whose plan it was, Huang Quan continued, "Can you contact other sea patrol rangers?"

Hua Wu spread his hands. "You're not going to pretend anymore? Okay, although I don't know how to contact the Sea Patrol Rangers, I have a way to attract them."

"Use your sword to carve out the words 'The Sea Patrol Knight was here' here. Anyway, there aren't many people around during 'Golden Hour' right now."

Chapter 261 Sunday: Luofu Douzhi is as strong as a monster; even with all our strength, we cannot defeat it.

"Would doing this attract the patrolling sea knights?"

"The Sea Patrol Knights believe in justice and pursue extreme evil and injustice. I just blew up this place, so now you carve the words 'Sea Patrol Knights' on it. Trust me, the Sea Patrol Knights will not let this kind of slander against them go unpunished."

Huang Quan felt this wasn't a good solution. "Is this your solution?"

Hua Wu lit the wine glass, which emitted a thick cloud of smoky gas. "Of course. Don't you think it's bad? You've already impersonated someone, so don't worry about these things. Why not fan the flames and make the smoke even thicker and more pungent?"

Shaking off the molten glass in his hand, Hua Wu continued, "Would you rather have your words engraved here, or wait? Miss Huang Quan, which would you choose?"

"If you hesitate, I'll do it!" Xingxiao waved his hand towards the distance, dust flew up, and the ground collapsed.

"boom----"

As the smoke and dust cleared, the words "The Sea Patrol Knight was here" were clearly and distinctly displayed in the collapsed ravine.

Deep within the words, the flowing essence of memory can be faintly seen.

(The golden moment: an unforgettable pain, so excruciating.)

"Alright, you can go now," Xingxiao said lazily, his deep voice like a predator's warning.

"Well... I wish you both a pleasant date. Also... please don't involve innocent people." Huang Quan left towards the ravine.

"You call her Huang Quan? You know her?" Xing Xiao turned to look at Hua Wu.

Hua Wu nodded. "I know him. He's a self-destructive individual who calls himself the Sea Patrol Ranger. He can also be called the Watcher of the Other Shore."

"The Sea Patrol Knights... In a sense, they are the targets of my revenge. But it's been too long. The group that initially plotted to kill Zhu Luo should be mostly dead by now. Forget it, I can't be bothered with them anymore."

"The self-destructor...she received her own 'destruction,' only under the shadow of the black sun. A pity."

Xingxiao stared at the trench she had blasted out. Although it was far away, she could clearly sense that someone had discovered it.

Morning Dew Mansion —

"Two...no, three high-risk targets have met, tearing apart the 'Golden Hour' and etching the words 'Sea Ranger' into it. Prepare to summon the 'Infinite Chieftain' and the 'Sounding Choir.' The restoration of 'Order' can be postponed..."

"The plan has been postponed... I believe in 'order,' and everything will fall into place."

"Sunday! Plans can't afford to hesitate. There are too many uncontrollable factors, so postponing it for now is a good idea. Or are you planning to fight against Destruction and the Hunting all by yourself?"

“You can’t do it, so the expulsion plan can be scrapped. Besides, there’s a fourth person on the other side, and the unknown hand has sealed off Pinocchio. The Interstellar Peace Corporation is planning to trap us and force us to submit through public pressure. That gold dust is just a decoy; they may have sent someone of a higher rank.”

"After your trial of the gold mine, a series of unexpected events occurred. You think you're clever? Be prepared to call upon your allies. Sunday—"

The purple crow on Sunday's shoulder conveyed a message to Sunday, who felt a chill run down his spine.

“I… understand…” Once the raven on his shoulder lost its oppressive feeling, Sunday vented his anger on the bottle of soda soy milk on the table.

The crows, like startled birds, flew towards the chandelier.

In a fit of anger, he threw the soda soy milk on the ground, and then he regretted it, absolutely regretted it.

"Bang—Crack—"

With the help of the high pressure and the soy milk, the bottle was completely shattered, and they were freed.

Within a hundredth of a second of the explosion, Sunday sensed the danger; his astronomical halo was frantically warning him that his life was on a countdown.

"No—good—oh..."

The splashing liquid, like a methane explosion, filled the entire space.

An overwhelming stench filled the Chaolu Mansion. Matcha-colored soy milk seeped into the carpets and floors, rapidly assimilating everything it touched, while continuously emitting green smoke as it did so.

This speed is even more terrifying than the assimilation of "homogeneity," and its mental damage is 100,000 times greater than that of assimilation.

The strong smell triggered a conditioned reflex in his organs, forcing him to close his eyes.

What did Hua Wu stir into such an infectious soy milk?

Indeed, the harmony of "Harmony," the relentless advance of "Exploration," the speed of "Hunting," the mutual transformation of "Immortality," the ineradicable nature of "Destruction," and the proliferative replication of "Procreation." And there's also the insurance added to prevent immediate death after Sunday's consumption—the vitality of "Abundance."

But now this "abundance" is no longer useful; its existence will only further enhance the vitality and ineradicability of the poisonous gas.

With such powerful Sevenfold Fate Force and such a deadly attack, how could Sunday possibly withstand it? What method did he have to resist it?!

He could no longer resist; all he could do now was escape, escape was all he could do!

"Puff-"

A second later, the Dream Master's Night Raven died from this ruthless killing move, turning into shattered memory matter.

The memory was quickly assimilated and became part of the soy milk. At the same time, it also gave the sour and smelly soy milk a pungent, rancid taste, which further stimulated Sunday's brain.

"Eat! You bastard! You deserve to die!"

At this moment, he only hoped that Pinocchio's dream wouldn't be so real; a dream that's too real will only become more and more painful.

He wanted to kneel down and howl in pain, but then he thought of the corroded floor.

He stumbled open the door and ran all the way. When he could open his eyes again, he realized that there were two tear tracks on his cheeks.

He looked back at the Chaolu Mansion and saw that the entire mansion exuded a clearly visible matcha-colored aura.

(Staff at Chaolu Mansion: Huh? The dream is over.)