Xingtie: Starting with an in-depth analysis of the Yellow Springs

With a determined look in his eyes: "Only by winning this victory can Pinocchio have a future."

"Only in this way will the third and final death that is yet to come not appear in the worst possible way."

Speaking of this, Liuying couldn't help but feel a little down.

On March 7th, Xing clenched his fist and stared intently at Liu Ying with wide eyes.

"The worst case scenario is..."

Himeko spoke calmly: "True death... will cause everyone in Pinocchio to forever sink into the beautiful dream of order."

Firefly: "That's a future we must avoid no matter what."

Himeko lowered her hand and looked at Ryuki intently to confirm.

"Miss Liuying, are you... prepared for this?"

He nodded, his tone growing increasingly firm: "Yes. If I hadn't, I wouldn't be here."

[Gui Naifen: This is clearly a willingness to sacrifice herself. Miss Liuying will definitely be alright.]

She really made me cry my eyes out.

[Qingyi: I have a feeling that Miss Liuying has discovered something, but it's too dangerous, so I've decided to go myself.]

Ah, could there be unknown dangers associated with Pinocchio?

[Hanabi: Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! How boring, how boring! There was supposed to be a script I directed, and now look at this mess!]

Himeko: "Thank you again for your help with the Star Train. I hope we'll meet again in reality."

Xing, on the other hand, stared intently at Liu Ying, her eyes filled with reluctance.

"Well, goodbye, everyone. May your pioneering journey never end."

[March 7th: May Miss Firefly return safely.]

[Star: Mm-hmm.]

Don't worry, with so many partners, we're guaranteed to win!

Ugh, this is so annoying. I want the train to win, and I also want Sunday to win.

For a real world!

As the violin music began, the atmosphere reached its climax.

The overhead screens opened up, revealing the area beyond the stage.

The giant bottle-shaped Sulfa building in front of us shone brightly.

Firefly took out the Sam transformation device; it was time to set off.

The eye-shaped symbols of order on the stage glowed blue.

"I dreamt of a scorched earth,"

The surrounding yellow dream bubbles and memory particles were swept into the bottle of Surada.

Himeko turned her head: "Everyone, are you ready?"

Xing and March 7th nodded: "Mm."

"A new bud breaking through the soil,"

The voice changer in his hand emitted a dazzling fluorescent light, and wisps of flame swept around him as he suddenly swung his right hand out.

"It blooms in the morning sun,"

“Whispering to me…”

The sulfadiazine-like liquid gushed out under the immense air pressure, sending the stage beneath the three stars high into the air.

From a distance, it looks like a soda bottle with its cap popped open, and the stage beneath our feet is the bottle cap.

"Like fireflies drawn to a flame, they face death to live."

The flames dissipated, revealing the Sam mech in its dashing form.

Sam watched from below as the group was lifted into the air.

Mechanical voice: "May we meet again in the sober reality."

Then, flames erupted from the power system behind him, and Sam flew away in the opposite direction.

Chapter 96 Three Deaths

Sam is so handsome, I really want him!

[Blue Sparrow: It's coming! I'm so excited for the final battle with Sunday!]

[Ring: I dreamt of a scorched earth... I've already memorized it; I've never studied this hard.]

[I'm fired up! I'm going to play two Sundays straight!]

Charlotte: This building is quite interesting. It turns out Xing and the others were inside a bottle before.

"After today, Yepera's name will disappear from galactic history, and the Eternal Flame Mansion will take its place, receiving an invitation in the not-too-distant future..."

[Pera: ...]

Wearing a suit, Blade drove the red sports car, while Liu Ying, in the passenger seat, looked at the scenery along the roadside.

[Paimon: Why are you back again? Didn't we see this before?!]

[Zhe: This is a very common foreshadowing technique, used to release information so we can learn more about a person or thing. I think everyone understands here; it refers to fireflies.]

[This guy is so handsome, a cool and aloof god!]

Blade: "That's your next stop."

Firefly: "Pinocchio, the land of dreams."

Blade: "I hope you find the answers you seek there... or, liberation."

Firefly: "Are you talking about... those three deaths?"

Blade: "Silver Wolf told me. I just regret that they weren't in my script."

[Ling: The script? That's easy. My brother and I have watched countless films. We can write down who you want to be with in no time. Danheng?]

Is this guy named Ren trying to die in Liu Ying's place?

【edge:……】

[Silver Wolf: Uh, you can understand it this way: Firefly wants to live, while Blade wants to die.]

Firefly: "I want to live, but I'm not afraid of death. The opposite of death is immortality, which has never been... what I've been looking for."

"Everyone dies eventually, and so do I. Death is like a script, an inescapable fate. But that's precisely why..."

"We must choose our own burial place."

[Yae no Miko: I heard a knife in my throat. Will they all end up doing *that* in the future?]

Blade: "Your existence is for destruction?"

Firefly: "Aren't you the same? Blade, the end you crave... is never defined by others."

“If I die now, I’ll just be a weapon. But I think… I should die as a human being.”

"Although its definition is still far from me, isn't this the answer that ordinary people search for throughout their lives? A short name that can be left in an epitaph."

"My piece, once engraved with the Grammer Knights, now with the Star Core Hunters, and one day..."

"She will write down the name of the firefly, and her brilliance at the end of her life."

[Ambly: It's really great to be a normal person. I'm content to be able to watch movies, eat hamburgers, and play with Rin.]

Even if the ending is predetermined, shouldn't we still show our significance?

Wendy: This is what Miss Firefly wanted—to become a real person, a girl named Firefly.

[Fou: Wait, who is this "she"?]

[Star: Hehe, of course it's me!]

[Firefly: You're still as confident as ever.]

[March 7th: What's going on? Didn't Xing and we just board the train at the space station? How did you two meet?]

[Star: *pats head*.jpg I don't know, I just feel like she's talking about me.]

[Ying: There's definitely a story behind this. Let's watch the drama unfold.]

[Kafka: None of that matters. As long as you keep exploring, you'll eventually understand everything.]

Meanwhile, at Liumeng Reef.

"I can't believe it, old man, your absurd plan actually came true. Are all of you nameless fools just acting on impulse?"

"I can smell it. This false dream is about to end. Those nameless guests may be young, but they are indeed capable of doing this... just like you did back then."

Galah stood in front of Mikhail, who was lying asleep in a wheelchair, holding his dream bubble, and talked to himself.

"It's a pity that you couldn't witness this scene with your own eyes. I'm afraid I don't have that blessing either... Once a fictional thing is seen through, it's as if it doesn't exist."

He crossed his arms and sighed.

"Hmph, let's not talk about those nameless guests. That kid with wings on his head is just like you, stubborn and won't admit defeat until he sees the coffin... (sighs) Fate is cruel. If it weren't for this damned fate, we might actually be able to get along."

"But, in the end, I finally got my revenge. I feel good now. Remember how those bastards cursed us back then? Yeah? They said: Go to hell, damned traitors..."

Gallagher turned to look at Mikhail.

“Mikhail, Mikhail, I don’t know if what they’re saying is true, but if your heart yearns for freedom, you deserve to go to hell…”

"Then I'll be coming down to find you soon, you old man."

He walked behind the wheelchair and stood with his back to it.

"Let's have dinner together again in hell..."

The screen dimmed.

"Oh, I almost forgot, there's one more thing..."

"With this cup of parting and reunion, I sometimes pay tribute to you... star..."

"To an imperfect...tomorrow."

[March 7th: Mr. Gallagher is gone just like that. We haven't even been able to see him one last time. No, it hasn't happened yet. Hoshino, Himeko-nee, let's go see him, at least to say a proper goodbye.]

[Himeko: I'm afraid it's too late. In reality, Gallagher has already been seen through, and his disappearance will only be faster.]

[Star: A tribute to the imperfect... tomorrow.]

[Salute to you, loyal hunting dog.]

[Rin: Sigh, I hope this imperfect world will become the way you wish it to be.]

[Sunday: Perhaps I'm also paving another path for people. Goodbye!]

[Sobbing, I initially disliked the older man, then I thought he was the mastermind, but now I truly understand him, and he vanished because he was seen through.]

This damned fate is so cruel!

[Gone, all gone. Misha, Gallagher… this is for real.]

[Fufu: Why is everyone who comes to Pinocchio so miserable? Underworld, gold dust, fireflies... Isn't this supposed to be a dreamland?]

There's no time for mourning; we're now facing a fully realized Sunday!

"Old man, keep this bead with you. They should be able to find it. Consider it a gift from me to the train."

Gallagher carefully placed a marble on the dream bubble.

The special warm current that had been maintaining the body dissipated.

A huge wing blade appeared, and Mianmian obediently floated beside Gallagher.

"Sleepless Night, what brings you here? Are you here to see me off on my final journey?"

Mianmian's body trembled slightly.

"Sigh, actually I really want to go out and see the world. I've only ever heard the old man describe those worlds before, and it really excited me."