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

"Fate is never fair, my friend. Does this sound familiar? Guess how many sides the dice have?"

After he finished speaking, the flames on Hua Wu's body became brighter, and then flashed by as blue lightning.

"There's one more thing: the outer barrier is also mine. Start struggling. With three systems, to what extent can you go?"

Now Gopher understood why this man had laughed so recklessly; it was all his doing. "You! Again... Destruction. Hunting and Preservation are magnanimous, General Monsoon, what a general you are. You've deceived everyone, and you've betrayed us more than once..."

Hua Wu sighed, feigning regret, "Although I really want to promote you, your time is running out. And everything related to you will gradually fade away, especially those two little birds. One is singing, and the other... has just slowly awakened. Before the world's memory of you fades into silence... take a deep breath... run with all your might. Before reaching the finish line, deliver 'harmony' and 'order' to me together."

Gopher was speechless, for a chilling awl pierced his throat.

"Let me give you another hand, so you only need to find one bird."

Dream Reef —

He slept for half the night on Sunday before finally waking up in an alley. An incomparable sense of dizziness was still stimulating his nerves.

"Not dead? My head is spinning... Sand Gold, and that gray-haired guy. Where did these people get their invitations? Too many people who shouldn't be here have come here."

Sunday surveyed her surroundings. This unfamiliar, dilapidated environment was the complete opposite of Pinocchio. "Damn it, where am I? Uh... I need to tell... um? Who was I supposed to tell? It seems... is it the Dream Master? No, someone has altered my memories..."

He sensed something was wrong; after all, he couldn't possibly forget the dreamer under these circumstances.

"boom----"

"Clang—"

He heard the sound of tumbling debris behind him. He suppressed the dizziness in his head and turned around.

A middle-aged man was upside down in a trash can, his legs flailing about, looking quite comical.

The gopher wood in the trash can is like a villain in a comedy cartoon.

"Stop! Who are you?!" Because of his previous experience, Sunday had to be cautious. He kicked the railing beside him, snapping it in two, and grabbed the broken, flying piece. He then aimed the railing at the pair of legs thrashing about in the trash can.

Sunday's eyes gradually turned cold. "Stop your ridiculous and laughable performance! State your identity."

Gofemu recognized the voice. Just as he was about to open his mouth, a pile of garbage was poured into it, and he struggled even more violently.

Sunday was getting impatient. Although his status did not allow him to do such a vulgar thing, he had no choice but to use the weapon in his hand in order to prevent the other party from launching a zero-frame attack.

"Aren't you going to stop? Tsk..."

Strike first, or suffer the consequences. Sunday understood this principle, and at that very moment, he would plunge the rusty, dusty railing into the thrashing creature.

"Can't you hear me?! I didn't mean to do this, you brought this on yourself."

Like a condemnation from hell, Gopherwood moved even more violently! Its two legs moved like helicopter propellers, and in a few minutes, the trash can would be seen by everyone on Dream Reef.

(Sunday: 45 horsepower of Order, Ultimate Railing Sword! You pretentious old man, you'd better die!)

"Pfft—"

"ah----!!!"

"Sunday----!!!!!"

He roared! He roared! The intense pain made Gopher roar! The trash in his mouth was driven away by his powerful voice, and the entire trash can shattered because it couldn't withstand the sound waves.

That familiar yet affectionate, weary yet awe-inspiring voice belonged to Sunday's adoptive father, Pinocchio's dream master—Gopher.

Sunday stood frozen in place, the moment eerily similar to that moment in time. He felt as if he had returned to the moment ten years ago when he caused trouble. He forgot what trouble he had caused, but he remembered that the roar was exactly the same as it had been ten years ago.

"That voice...could it be...? Impossible, he never would..."

"Sunday!!!" The dreamer turned around angrily, his smiling face gone, replaced by absolute rage.

Upon seeing that face, Sunday felt like a plagued chicken, unable to muster any strength in her legs, with not a single cell in her body capable of providing energy.

Unable to draw out any more power, Sunday saw the future in the face of Gopher Wood, who was like a god of death.

There was no way to defend himself, because the evidence was still on Gopher Wood, like a rat's tail, leaving a long, soft trail on the ground.

“Sunday, do you remember who I am?” Gopher’s voice was as deep as a wild beast’s as he walked with heavy steps.

Sunday stood frozen in place, like a sparrow facing the roar of a pterosaur. This was the suppression of those in power, the suppression of bloodline, the suppression of strength.

"Dream Master..."

"Just the dream master?" Even though Gopher was furious, he had to verify that question.

“Foster father…”

On Sunday, looking at the clenched fist, he tried to evoke his father's love, "Father..."

"It seems you still remember," Gopher Wood said, seemingly looking at Sunday but actually observing the passing of time.

"2:47:24" is the time he has left, the time he can exist.

“I still remember… Dream Master, could it be that you…” Sunday’s pupils widened, and the image of Gopher Wood in his memory began to blur, leaving only an outline.

Gopher Wood calmly pulled out the railing behind him and looked at Sunday without changing his expression. "Yes, child. There are about 2.5 system hours left. If I don't summon Harmony within 2.5 system hours, I will die. At the same time, I will be forgotten."

Chapter 280 Sunday: They're Super Immortal Ship People, We're Doomed.

The curved railing was tossed aside by Gopherwood.

He surveyed his surroundings, sensing the atmosphere. He was certain this was a place of exile. The dignified Dream Master, banished to exile, felt nothing but humiliation. Looking at Sunday, the Oak Lord standing at attention, he felt even more humiliated.

"What are you doing here on Sunday?"

“This… I was attacked by someone from the company. He ignored the tuning and attacked me directly. And then… Dream Master, you…” At this point, Sunday glanced at Gopher Wood.

Gopherwood instinctively felt a pain in Dendrobium.

"Just like you, except the plan needs to be sped up."

"Who attacked...?"

Gopher could only confess and try to increase Sunday's memory of him. Otherwise, if Sunday forgot him and casually inserted something else, he didn't want to experience it again.

Although I've died thousands of times, I still... I'd rather not die like this.

"The person who let you go—bad news—is also the unknown force. He, like that ethereal puppet, is someone who shouldn't exist. He holds three destinies in his hands simultaneously. My curse is the curse of 'destruction.'"

On Sunday, he lowered his head in thought, "Does the dreamer mean... the monsoon is more than just a hunting general?"

"Otherwise, would I be meeting you here? My head is filled with a death countdown and a bunch of annoying clocks. I should have died long ago after living this long."

Sunday was like a bolt from the blue. What kind of Super Immortal Ship was this? Where did he get here? Is he playing a collection game? "Hunting," "Protection," "Destruction"—one after another, a whole bunch of front-line combat power.

"Thanks for the 'Harmonious Gift Package' I sent... He wouldn't...! Impossible, someone like that shouldn't exist!"

On Sunday, he recalled their first meeting, during which the other party directly uttered his curse. The most difficult part was that he genuinely felt threatened at the time, as if he would really die if he didn't respond.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He vaguely remembered the other person saying something like, "This is harmony? Coupled with reproduction and abundance, it certainly works." "Assimilation... doesn't that seem like harmony?" "Shouldn't the core of harmony be cooperation and unity?"

Thinking about this, he realized a huge problem: what if those few words from the other party weren't meant to pressure him, but were simply stating the facts? Then the other party would have at least two other options.

Moreover, it is immune to the tuning he was so proud of.

Before Pinocchio and his ilk even started raising their Gu, the Gu King had already automatically respawned.

He didn't want to believe that such a monster, entangled in five different destinies, could exist. Especially the broken breeding system and the abundance that was hostile to the hunters—the fact that the hunters hadn't cleaned up their own ranks was the most suspicious thing.

It's impossible that all the Immortal Ship Generals are monsters like this, right?

"No, that's impossible. How could he willingly serve as a deputy general? He..."

Gofemu was calmer than still water in a pool. He said slowly, "For someone as arrogant as him to choose to be a deputy general means that only a general above him can keep him in check."

On Sunday, the more he thought about it, the more something seemed off. According to this logic, shouldn't the Immortal Boat Alliance have conquered the entire galaxy?

Why have they been chasing after the Abundance for thousands of years? What kind of experts have those forces in the Abundance been able to restrain the Immortal Ship for so long?

"Luo Fu's commander... General Jing Yuan, Ji Feng has at least five commanders, so the alliance's commanders have at least six. And the Immortal Boat Marshal... but why are the Immortal Boat people..."

Gopher patted Sunday's head like a loving father, "Don't flaunt your wealth. The power in the galaxy is not as simple as you think."

He then transformed into a night raven and rested on Sunday's shoulder.

"Dream..."

"Call me Mr. Gopher, or Father. If you acknowledge that I played the role of a father in your memory."

......

The Golden Moment —

Looking at the chaos outside the barrier, Danheng said, "The people here are still intoxicated by the chaos and anger, and it seems to be getting even stronger because of the dream."

March 7th was speechless. "They fight from reality into dreams...don't these people have inexhaustible energy?"

Qiong straightened his chin and walked outside. "In reality, there's only a simple elbow strike, but these guys are using their own unique techniques! Everyone has different ideas, and everyone is incredibly skilled! Even I can't help but dream of such a grand martial arts arena..."

"Boom——"

Xing made his move, slashing Qiong's neck with a chop, but Qiong didn't budge.

Qiong sneered as she stepped forward, "Too weak, too weak. You think you can make me faint with this kind of power? Then you can't stop me from biting down!"

"Star of Eden".

Qiong: !!!

Heavy pressure surged in from all directions, forcing Qiong to stop, but how could he stop?

"Uncle Yang, you want to stop me? Ha, I'm no longer a child, so I'm not as easily controlled as a child!"

The floor beneath his feet kept breaking, but he continued to stride forward relentlessly.

Seeing this, Walter dared not exert any more gravity and tried to persuade her with words, hoping to awaken the nameless spirit within Qiong. "Qiong, calm down! Using violence to stop violence will only lead to more violence."

Qiong is acting like a stubborn child, "How will I know if I don't do it? As long as I fight fast, and since this is a dream, no one will get hurt..."

March 7th tucked her head into her wing; she was too exhausted to comment. "Invincible. Such an irresponsible theory..."

"Cough cough—", a sudden cough interrupted the farce.

Silver Wolf's voice came through the group's phones, "Can you hear me? Fellow nameless passengers of the Starry Sky Train, is Pinocchio fun?"

“I know you are investigating the strange phenomena here, and so are we. The deeper you go, the more you will learn the truth.”

Star looked at the silver wolf's headshot displayed on her phone and warned mercilessly, "Come see me in your real form, instead of stuffing your headshot into my phone and telling riddles."

The phone automatically played a recording: "Calm down. We've got some inside information, and I've decided to share it with you all. I bet Xing's already angry that I borrowed your phones, right? I'm sorry, this is a recording. The location coordinates are already packaged. I believe you can do it; it's not difficult for you."