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

She would use her harmonious singing to tune people's hearts, conveying the dissonant notes of pioneering spirit and pointing them in the direction of reality.

Humans are inherently divided into the strong and the weak. If pioneering is the mission of heroes, then the responsibility of harmony is to help the weak with the strong, because the savior of Pinocchio can only be the Pinocchio people themselves.

"Everyone's happiness and path should be created by themselves. Although I am not an anonymous person, I am willing to pass on the courage to fly to everyone who needs it."

Her bright eyes suddenly dimmed: "This includes my brother. The Dream of Taiyi... it was too cruel to him, to everyone."

[March 7th: I thought of Uncle Yang's words again, that countless people would pass over his body and soar to even higher skies.]

Long live the people!

[Hu Tao: That's how it should be. People should choose their own future and create their own happiness. We shouldn't live in a dream world.]

Miss Robin is so beautiful!

Wendy: Sunday, your intentions were good, but your methods were wrong. Are people still truly free when they are chained up by order?

[Yao Jiayin: That's right. I believe that most people only need a small push to propel them to higher places and see more beautiful horizons.]

Zhong Li: Human history is written by humankind, never by a single voice.

Kiana: The future holds infinite possibilities; as long as we believe, we will surely seize a chance to survive.

*Alicia: Can we always trust humanity, even if the future cannot be changed, we should still decide for ourselves the process of reaching that outcome?

[Ring: Sunday, your biggest problem is that you didn't give people a choice! We can't make choices for others.]

Victory is no joke. Keep up the good work, train crew! Let's make people make a clear-headed choice.

[Sunday was also a day heavily burdened by constraints; the will to maintain order among over 100,000 people, the dreamer, and their own beliefs likely closed off a portion of their inner selves.]

But fairness doesn't exist in the universe; all we really want is a chance to survive.

Black Swan: "It sounds like a very meticulous plan, but it still has some... idealistic romanticism. Human weaknesses cannot be overcome overnight. Can these efforts really make everyone abandon darkness and embrace the light?"

Huang Quan turned to look at Black Swan: "That's true. So, the most important part of the plan isn't getting everyone to abandon darkness and embrace the light..."

"—Instead, let everyone choose to save themselves."

Chapter 111 Tie Ernan

"The power of the Choir is no different from that of the Commander; ultimately, an equal force is needed to counter it. The final step in overturning the dream... will be carried out by me."

Black Swan: "Hearing you say that is truly reassuring."

[Rin: Miss Huang Quan is simply an angel, the most reassuring person at Pinocchio.]

Even small, modest efforts are reliable.

[March 7th: One word, handsome! Two words, incredibly handsome! Three words, super handsome!]

Kiana: As expected, she's just as beautiful as Mei. I really want to go to your world and kidnap her so I can have two of her! Ah... that's amazing!

[Raiden Mei: Hmph, aren't you satisfied with me?]

[Walter: Why are there more and more acquaintances? Could it be that (gritting his teeth)...that man!!!]

[Xing: Uncle Yang, what's wrong? If anyone dares to mess with you, the whole train will stand up for you and beat them up.]

[Fireworks: Don't worry, don't worry, if it really comes to it, I'll blow them all up.]

Klee: Hanabi-neechan, do you like playing with bombs too?

[Fireworks: Yeah, how about I give you a few of my special firework bombs? They'll definitely blow all the fish flying!]

Klee: Wow~ Thank you so much, you're such a kind person.

[Jean: ...! Klee, no frying fish!]

With a clear division of labor, Potio, the Black Swan, the Robin, and others each headed to their respective destinations.

Xing, who was about to follow the others, was stopped by Huang Quan.

Huang Quan looked up at the Pinocchio Grand Theatre, which was suspended high in the sky.

"This grand banquet is coming to an end. This is the starting point for the final stage... and also the starting point for all of Pinocchio's stories."

Xing blinked quickly, thinking, "It was here that Liu Ying discovered the truth."

Huang Quan nodded: "Yes. She was the first to discover that there is another world beyond death, and she passed this information on to all of us."

"In the boundless dream, the reason we were able to find you and the key to breaking the deadlock is entirely due to the dedication and effort of one person..."

Fireflies wake up early, find the train in the sea of ​​stars, and bring us everything about the remnants of order.

Perhaps the script played a role in this, but at a cost...

As illegal immigrants, without a dream-entering device, there's only one way to wake up from a dream...

"A real death."

Huang Quan shook his head earnestly and said, "Don't let her down. This doesn't mean we have to win everything on this trip, but that our determination should match that brave girl's."

Huang Quan patted his chest seriously: "Are you... ready?"

This is the second time Firefly has died, and my God, it's for the train again.

[Star: Firefly...you!]

[Firefly: It's alright, Star. We'll both wake up from our dreams. Don't forget our promised date then—just you and me.]

[Star: Yes, victory is assured!]

[Rin: Seriously, I'm crying so hard. Ms. Ryuhoshi is truly the most perfect girl.]

[Vivian: Lord Phaethon is also the most perfect rope maker. I really want to know who he is.]

[Zhe: Rope making is, after all, an illegal profession; they must have their reasons.]

[March 7th: I've accepted Ms. Firefly as our companion, so everyone on the train... good luck!]

Xing nodded vigorously, her eyes seeming to burn with intense flames.

For the fireflies, for Mikhail, for everyone at Pinocchio... for pioneering!

Huang Quan smiled, his belief in seeing the stars unwavering.

"Very good. Now, please close your eyes..."

The scene shifts again to Huang Quan's memories.

The sound of pattering rain.

She held up her red umbrella and silently gazed at the pitch-black sea with the old man in the straw raincoat.

Amidst the boundless waves, a giant, twisted black hand reaches towards a sphere resembling a black hole high in the sky.

Other hands, large and small, also struggled upwards along with the giant hand.

The old man's hoarse, husky voice rang out.

"How long has this rain been going on?"

Huang Quan: "If I remember correctly, it may have been a few years, decades, or even a hundred years."

"The hunters' will to die will not subside until the end of their lives, but thankfully... we have finally brought these souls back to life. They were all heroes in life, and they will never again become empty puppets."

“Look, all the shadows on the sea have disappeared. Do you remember? You said that once the regrets of the dead have all subsided, the sky will clear up.”

Old man: "But the rain still hasn't stopped..."

Huang Quan: "...Yes."

Old man: "So, what exactly is it for...?"

Why did this rain choose me?

Huang Quan: "Perhaps it's because there are still people whose regrets haven't subsided."

"Mortals walk the path of destiny like passengers crossing water in a small boat, leaving a winding trail and creating ripples of countless possibilities. Compared to the fleeting nature of a human life, these waves will not subside for a long time."

"And some of them, their presence was so strong that they left their reflections in these clusters of waves."

"The Blood Sin Spirit... the obsession of the Fate Walker, born from the shadow of IX, sees itself as the subject of the matter, and unknowingly repeats the behavior of the deceased in life."

"They are born from nothingness, and go towards nothingness, spending their lives in vain. But they are just such an illusory shadow..."

"Yet they walked with me through the long days."

The old man let out a feeble sigh.

"So this is ah."

[Fou: So this old man was also a Blood Sin Spirit, and he had been repeating the act of watching over others.]

Those hands seemed to be gathered together, and that black hole in the sky must be a product of nothingness.

[Ring: What is his regret?]

[Jingyuan: The old man who helped people was himself one of them.]

[Qingque: Their will is truly strong, repeating itself endlessly through countless cycles of time.]

As the old man realized his true identity, a blood mist rose from the pitch-black ocean.

Looking again into the rain, Huang Quan's soft white hair was blown by the wind, and he held the hilt of a knife in his left hand.

His right hand turned blood red, and several spider lilies bloomed.

The old man, draped in a straw raincoat, was shrouded in the shadows of utter darkness.

"I... am already dead."

Huang Quan: "...Yes."

Old man: "Are you watching over me?"

Huang Quan: "Perhaps. This is my duty... the guardian of Huang Quan."

“I will guard the path to the abyss of nothingness and guide every life that does not wish to fall into it back to this world.”

The old man said, "But if this is exactly what the deceased hoped for, would you still want to change it?"

Huang Quan: "I don't know. But someone once told me that one day he would pass away, and he hoped that at that time..."

“Someone will lay a bouquet of flowers at his grave.”

Old man: "Even if...it makes no sense?"

Huang Quan: "Some things, even if they are meaningless, still have to be done. I've experienced too many things like this."

"Please extend your hand, and then close your eyes."

[March 7th: Isn't this the same question the old man asked about the underworld? The two have reversed their dialogue!]

[It gave me goosebumps.]

[Star: I weep for the departed, my tears falling like rain, filling the river, surging like the tide, leading you home.]

[Huang Quan: ...]

[Zhongli: I see. Miss Huangquan has been traveling through the universe guiding the souls of the dead, just as her name suggests.]

Greatness needs no words!

I just don't know who he is, otherwise I would definitely go and offer him a flower.

In the scene, Huang Quan's blood-red hand reaches out to a hand that is emitting black smoke.

“I will carry your wish forward and make it come true. Only in this way can I put an end to this last regret on the shore of the Dead Sea.”

Old man: "Will I... ever see them again?"

Huang Quan: "It definitely will."

"Because you were the one who told me all this: about that train, your two former companions, the pioneering work to stop the insect plague, your narrow escape from death, and your encounter with the sea patrolman..."

"And that hometown I can never go back to, Pinocchio."

I remember it now, I remember everything.

Mikhail…Lazarina…

"Yes, countless times... I was turned away by my family and could only brush past it."

"But I know my companions are still there... all alone..."