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

Qiong looked at Sha Jin with pity. "Oh, you're in a pretty bad situation. Your house was destroyed, and you're about to be destroyed too. By the way, how were you cursed? Did you throw money around in your family?"

Sand Gold replied, "No, it's just that my family has a prejudice against the company, and I've been cursed for no reason."

Qiong shook her head slightly, "Uh...you're so unlucky."

Upon hearing this, Sand Gold laughed. It was the first time he had heard such a compliment. "Haha... This is the first time I've heard such a compliment. Actually, I'm pretty lucky most of the time."

Looking at Sand Gold's current wretched state, Qiong felt that there was something wrong with this "luck." "Luck? Your house was blown up. Did you trade your house for luck? Besides, you're not lucky at all. I blew up a whole street and even tore up the floor in front of the Pinocchio security booth, and I didn't get the curse of the same kind. You were cursed just because of the company's scapegoating effect. This... doesn't make sense."

The gold-plated man tightened his gloves. "Friend, can you stop now?"

Qiong patted her chest and gave a heartfelt speech: "Wait a minute, I haven't finished yet. I think everyone on the train is great. Compared to luck, I think family is more important. Although I seem to be an amnesiac orphan as well. But thankfully, at least I'm not homeless. Luck is often highlighted by misfortune. The greatest luck is not losing anything in misfortune."

Sand Gold had an urge to stuff the foundation stone into the dome's mouth; how could this mouth be so talkative?

Sand Gold stopped his attempt to get close and began probing for his shortcut to success. "Alright, let's talk about Deputy Supervisor Wei. You mean Brother Hua, where is he?"

Qiong shook her head, pointing speechlessly at the Clock Boy statue below, "The curse of harmony is really strong, your eyesight... is it cursed too? On the bench next to the statue, the one with dark blue hair is sleeping with his head up. And there's the Great Lord of Annihilation sitting on him. My sister is sitting next to her, and I must say, she's sitting quite upright."

Placer gold:?

Sha Jin roused himself and looked closely. Sure enough, there was a man with dark blue hair sitting on the bench, sleeping.

Sand Gold's mind was filled with questions, "The Great Lord of Annihilation...who is that woman?"

Qiong said calmly, "Xingxiao, what's wrong? I suspect that the Pinocchio explosion was instigated by Hua Ge. It cleared out the dream world. Speaking of which, you'd better not just walk straight over there. If Xingxiao fires a shot at you, your sixteen system times will be reduced to zero."

Qiong flipped through the think tank. "According to the train footage, she wiped out all the planets along a line next to Yalilo in one go, and according to calculations, this line is about 50 light-minutes long. Do you have any life-saving artifacts? If not, I don't recommend that you face Star Roar head-on."

Sand Gold's mind was nearly turned to mush by the double blow of the curse and this incident.

"Friend, let me sort this out."

Qiong nodded, "Okay, anyway, I don't dare to go over there right now."

Eight minutes later...

"Nice! Another win! You still haven't decided? I've already passed two levels."

"Think about it."

A hint of appreciation appeared on Qiong's face. "You've come up with a way to defeat Xingxiao?"

Sand Gold shook his head. "No, that method is too risky. Besides, it would require you..."

Qiong immediately interrupted, "Wait, Lao Mei, you're not going to make me share this thing with you, are you? You're doing yourself a disservice."

After saying that, Qiong took a big step back, and at the same time, a bunch of white phantoms appeared behind her.

Sand Gold sighed, "Friend, I just need some information. About Huang Quan, a messenger of nothingness. Although I don't know where her power comes from, but... I believe the corruption of nothingness is enough to counteract the curse of 'Harmony'."

Qiong couldn't hold back any longer. What kind of "鹬蚌相争" (鹬蚌相争 is a Chinese idiom meaning two parties fighting each other) strategy was this? "Are you out of your mind? You're already so unlucky, and you still want to provoke a plague god? Do you want to make a positive out of two negatives? Besides, I don't even know where she is. My suggestion is to wait until Uncle Yang and the others arrive before we discuss this further."

Chapter 264 Since it's meaningless, why not do it? Fight, strike, elbow, man!

Pinocchio – Daydream Hotel – Reality

Starships and private spaceships alike are destined to crash under that blue sky.

Those who crashed the plane tried to stop fledglings from taking flight, but they couldn't. Instead, they were labeled as lackeys of their family.

In this place where anger and resentment materialize, a primal impulse begins to emerge.

"Croak—It's so boring!"

"Where have all the family members gone!?"

"Could they have already escaped Pinocchio?!"

"what?!"

"What are you saying?!"

After the silence of the group, the individual erupts.

"Deaf man! The family is gone! Gone! Aren't you going to see them? We're all going to die! Who can guarantee there won't be another explosion? Who can guarantee you'll survive the next explosion?! No one! Nobody!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt from a lightning bolt into an armory, igniting the entire room.

A primitive behavior began to emerge...

war...

war.......

It's a fighting mouthpiece!

Since the family can't show up, then I'll just throw punches at everyone around me! Anyway, it'll all be wiped clean after I die.

The fear of death transformed into anger and impulsiveness at this moment!

Beating...

Beating...

They kept beating him!

Since the confined space doesn't allow for punches, they use one of the hardest and strongest parts of the human body—the elbow.

Elbow strikes, frenzied elbow strikes, attacks launched against people whose faces are not visible.

Elbow at the person behind you, and imagine that person as an inactive family.

The Daydream Hotel has entered battle mode, like a primitive meat grinder.

Although this behavior has no meaning to the current situation, everyone is releasing their stress and anger to the fullest.

Since what we're doing is meaningless and irresponsible, why not do it at all?

The hounds bravely joined the battle! Even in death, they would uphold the last vestiges of harmony, refusing to let anger tarnish or insult the dream of Pinocchio.

"Man!"

"Croak—!"

"Man!"

“Ah——!”

"Man!!!"

"Ugh—!"

Unfortunately, they were outnumbered and outmatched, making them a minority in a sense. A characteristic of harmony is that the minority submits to the majority, and the majority influences the minority.

In the Daydream Hotel, where anger is the dominant theme, they are the "dissonant note".

How can mere discordant notes possibly compete with the harmony of the masses? They may defeat ten or a hundred people, but what about a thousand or ten thousand?

Their only outcome is defeat, and they can only fail. They want to use the will of a mere tens of thousands of people to shake the "unity" of billions or tens of billions of people.

The hounds' claws and teeth were worn down in the fight and burned by the united fury.

This is overestimating one's abilities, and this is the inevitable outcome.

Everyone is driven by their fear of death and repressed anger.

Elbow strikes and fighting never stop until the rage of the crowd is extinguished.

And what are the family members doing? They are still fighting a life-or-death battle with soy milk in their dreams, completely unaware that reality has already become a mess.

Meanwhile, another group teeters on the edge of the daydream arena. They believe they possess extraordinary rationality and wisdom, and that capturing the leader is an age-old truth.

Therefore, they believed that everything was caused by the family, and they did not believe the rumors that the family had left. Instead, they focused their attention on the Chaolu Mansion.

Instead, they tried to enter the Chaolu Mansion, believing that even if the family had fled, they must have left something behind.

Morning Dew Mansion —

The invincible Sunday collapsed at the gate, like a bird that had crashed, waiting to die on the ground.

"I need to stand up..."

"The murderer who killed my sister has still not been found..."

"That damn soy milk..."

"The death-like dizziness is still attacking my consciousness, along with the burning and stuffiness in my nasal cavity..."

He used all his strength to turn his body over, looked at the sky in his dream, and breathed in the fresh air.

"Monsoon...you bastard with a human face!"

At this moment, Sunday was filled with anger towards Hua Wu, and he had already figured out what had happened at the Daydream Hotel.

"The hotel must be in complete chaos right now, sister... I'm starting to feel tired..."

The dizziness in my head and the burning sensation in my nose gradually subsided, and Sunday compelled me to stand up.

"But I can't wake up yet, because I still have a promise, I still have the paradise. I can't wake up, I can only sleep in my dreams until the paradise is built..."

Several clever people found this place in a nearby building.

"That man, the head of the Oak family—Sunday. He didn't run away. Since the family knew, why did they do nothing? Or was he a pawn to be discarded?"

The android in the team said: "Thinking is pointless. Conclusion: Ask the other party directly. The other party is exhausted. Conclusion: Force is recommended. Conclusion violates the first principle of the Inorganic Life Principles: Do not use violence against organic life. Thinking interrupted. Conclusion: Problem transferred."

A man in a suit adjusted his glasses. "Force? Your analysis is as radical as ever, but it's always effective."

Another, thinner boy stopped him, saying, "But we can't just go up there and beat him up like those uncivilized monkeys."

Behind him, a rather burly young man had already warmed up. "Why not? Do you think your pride as a scholar is more important than getting the answer? If the only solution to this problem is brute force, then I will use brute force."

"The only difference between you and those people is that you can find excuses. Other than that, there is no difference."

"Words can't solve problems," the young man said, walking out of the building and heading straight for Sunday.

"Head of the Oak family, shouldn't you explain the current situation of Pinocone? Or are you just a scapegoat?"

On Sunday, he turned around and asked, "Who are you? Why don't you run away?"

"Because we have nowhere to escape, that famous singer, your sister... actually escaped, didn't she! Can you quell all the guests' anger..."

On Sunday, he glanced at it and said, "I can."

The young man's gaze was vacant, as if he had lost his soul, and he stood stiffly in place.