Wanjie Game Hall, I sent Kiana to Silent Hill

Sunday secretly clenched his fists.

"Liuying!"

Xing and March 7th, seeing their companions return, couldn't help but shout out in surprise.

"Looks like we've caught up." Liuying nodded slightly to the two of them, then turned to Riji who was floating in the air and raised her fist towards him.

"I've seen the future you said fate had prepared for me." A cold electronic voice rose in volume. "Now, it's my turn to break that false destiny!"

“…Okay!” Sunday flew high into the sky and immersed himself in the light.

"Then let us fight to the death here to prove the truth of fate!"

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What is destiny?

After careful consideration, Black Swan chose to listen to the answer to this question.

So Wang Xuanqiao turned his head and looked at her, then after looking away, he slowly spoke.

"Many people regard fate as a prophecy, something that will happen as a matter of course. This behavior is not without reason, because the root of this perception is not blind faith, but the accumulation of examples."

"Just like heroes are destined to sacrifice themselves on the eve of victory, and the warrior who slays a dragon eventually becomes the dragon himself, and so on. People have seen too many similar cases, so they generalize them into experience, and then condense them into the grand word of destiny."

"However, this understanding is still too one-sided. People only look at the cases, but not the cause and effect behind them. Why is the hero destined to sacrifice himself? Why does the dragon slayer eventually become a dragon? It's not a curse of fate. If you look closely at the cause and effect, you will find that it is not the same."

"A hero might become an obstacle to vested interests just as he's about to win, or perhaps he's killed because he's always brave and leads the charge. A dragon slayer might become a dragon out of greed, or perhaps because 'dragons' must exist."

"So, the word 'fate' isn't actually in the future tense, but in the present tense. I used to say that fate is solely determined by a person's character, but later I found out someone else had said that, so I'll add a couple of sentences to complement it—"

"For an individual, destiny is the choices he makes; for a group of people, destiny is the story shaped by the choices made by all. It is determined solely by human will and should not be influenced by any intangible entity."

Wang Xuanqiao suddenly looked towards the direction of the Grand Theater. The dome there suddenly exploded, and the outer wall gradually collapsed outward. A blazing golden-red fire surged out from behind, burning the night sky that would never welcome the dawn.

A life-and-death battle suddenly appeared before the eyes of those who were still waiting for the golden moment!

The conductor, the Lord God, stands tall and majestic, wielding his baton. The stage of the Grand Theater is his body. The puppets on the stage sing holy hymns in unison. The solemn and majestic music turns into an irresistible pressure, ruthlessly crushing the uninvited guests.

The anonymous guests from the Starry Sky Train each displayed their unique skills. A symphony of harmony and exploration transformed into a dance, as Clock Boy and the stars danced gracefully across the stage, their hats fluttering, calling forth a dazzling cascade of stars that fell upon the puppets.

Walter gripped his cane tightly, and the singularity of gravity erupted and retracted several times. He stood side by side with Ji Zi, and under the latter's guidance, he continuously broke the weak notes in the hymn and played fragments of the sacred music.

Firefly stirred up a golden-red firestorm, igniting the night sky. Unconstrained by the terrestrial stage, the flames gushing from beneath her armor enveloped the ribbons on her back, transforming into a pair of wings condensed from heavenly fire. Carrying Firefly, she soared through the heavens, bringing down the sword of judgment upon the God of Sun.

March 7......

Wang Xuanqiao put his hands on his hips and looked for a few more times before he realized that the girl was shooting arrows in the corner, her bow was almost smoking.

This...it seems that the special effects of four stars really can't compete with those of five stars.

On the God's Day, which was upgraded from Sunday, I found that I could not gain the upper hand in the death battle, which was a bit hard to accept.

What's going on? Didn't fate choose [Order]?

He gritted his teeth and played a passionate major melody with all his might. The hymn that had once been sung throughout the galaxy seemed to suddenly roar. The powerful impact instantly forced the people on the stage to give up their offensive in order to stabilize their bodies.

The situation seemed to have reversed at this moment. But Wang Xuanqiao, who was sitting on the rooftop watching, couldn't help but shake his head.

Although he didn't understand music very well, a movement had to be complete to unleash its full power. The temporary variation on God's Day might seem powerful, but in reality it was overdrawing the movement's integrity.

Unless he is a genius who can compose a brand new piece of music on the spur of the moment, otherwise...

He is bound to lose!

"It's over." Huang Quan, standing next to Wang Xuanqiao, also commented on the battle. "The next step should be to fake your death and use the Dream of Order to escape, right?"

She turned to ask Wang Xuanqiao, and by the way, she also surprised Black Swan.

What is the dream of order? Why did this incomprehensible topic suddenly pop up?

However, Black Swan quickly sorted out his thoughts and deduced based on the term "Dream of Order". He soon realized what arrangements the conspirators in the theater had made.

She couldn't help but look at Wang Xuanqiao again. This man from another world was sitting on the Diaoyutai, not showing any sign of taking it seriously at all.

"He can't use it," Wang Xuanqiao replied to Huang Quan. "At least the Masked Fool and company have already boarded this express train. Under their operation, the guests will definitely leave temporarily to protect themselves. Even if they don't leave Pinocchio, they will leave the dream and seek an explanation from the family members."

"This conspiracy of order was already staged in advance. The hypocritical [Fate] helped them gather all the elements. But if He still wants to continue to stand on the platform and place more chips, then it is my turn to play the police and catch Him, the con man."

More explosive information emerged. However, Black Swan was used to it. As she watched the show, she mentally deduced the intelligence contained in the new topic.

It seems that everything is settled now. Black Swan thought,

Unless... the script going completely out of control as mentioned by the store manager really happens.

On the fierce battlefield, Liuying was the first to break free from the furious music of the Lord's Sun. She transformed into a meteor and hurtled towards the Lord's Sun, attempting to pull down his massive baton-wielding arm. However, the hymns formed a seemingly insurmountable barrier, and Liuying collided head-on, only to be repelled by the reaction force.

She did not give up. Tianhuo flapped her wings again and hit the barrier like a shooting star.

The two forces were in a stalemate, and the raging major key was also affected. The nameless guests regrouped and launched a new offensive towards the Lord's Day with greater determination.

Seeing the situation reverse again, the God Lord sighed softly.

"That's all," the solemn voice said. "Since we've made it this far, let's start the finale!"

As the Lord's Day finished speaking, the puppets singing hymns flew into the sky one after another. They transformed into countless balls of light and rushed into the body of the Lord's Day.

"Not good!" Liuying immediately exerted all her strength, but the variation of the hymn had already injected all the music into the barrier, making the already insurmountable wall even more indestructible!

The towering figure of the Sun-Goddess slowly descended. His strong arms stopped waving his baton and began to hug the body's back. The next moment, the Sun-Goddess's shell flipped over, revealing a massive face with eyes closed, as if soundly asleep.

His posture seemed to have degenerated from an adult to a baby.

But the nameless guests all realized that a ceremony to recreate the Star God... had begun.

——The author has something to say——

Thanks to book friends [Dr.URIZE] and [2265] for casting 4 monthly tickets. Thank you very much for your support!

Volume 127: : Why, isn’t it funny?

God Lord's Day completely gave up the attack and began to maintain defense with all his strength, mixed with the power of harmony and order.

But this didn't mean God Lord Day was putting himself on the defensive. Everyone knew that the current defensive posture was a warm-up for the upcoming counterattack, just like those strategic games that require technological advancement, where a period of silence is the beginning of a more violent outburst.

None of the nameless guests knew what the Lord of Gods could do, so everyone tried their best to break the shield that protected the Lord of Gods.

However, the power of destiny is unshakable. Order is inherently stable, and the harmony of the mix brings this tenacious power to its fullest potential.

"No, we must find a way to remove the power of harmony first." Ji Zi, who was desperately looking for a way to break the deadlock, shouted to her companions.

"Let me try!" Xing breathed softly, raised his hand to press down his top hat, and prepared to step on the next dance move.

"I leave it to you. Let us open a gap in the power of order." Walter pressed his cane hard, and the energy of imaginary numbers burst out like a black hole, trying to tear the barrier apart.

The attack did indeed tear open a crack in an instant, but it was quickly filled by the surrounding forces. This was the power of harmony hidden in order, which harmonized the stability of the entire barrier.

The time the gap was exposed was still too short. Walter frowned slightly.

"Uncle Yang, don't we still have Miss Robin?" March Seven was shaking her arms, her arms starting to ache from the constant firing. "She should be back by now, right? With her, we can definitely recapture Tongxie's power!"

"It's better not to have too high expectations. The family situation is complicated right now, and with Pinocchio's unusual behavior, she is responsible for gathering the family's power under such circumstances and evacuating the guests. It's not an easy task."

"Hey - this time when I get back I won't want to touch a bow for three days."

The unknown guests on the stage are still trying to find opportunities, and the collision between the fireflies in the sky and the Lord's Day is becoming more and more intense.

The blazing flames surrounding the Firefly mecha burned even more fiercely than the imaginary energy released by Walter. She had already pushed the mecha's output to its limit, which was all she could do without destroying the memory space.

However, the defenses of the God's Day remained impenetrable. Unless one was determined to burn everything to ashes, even if one penetrated the shield a thousand times, it would still be refilled in an instant.

In the past, Liuying felt she would have let her companions go, and would have unleashed her full might alone, regardless of the cost, to completely overthrow the enemy. However, things were different now. She believed in her companions, and believed that the will to forge ahead would bring hope.

Before hope appears, you must work hard to lay a solid foundation for it!

Facing the nameless guest's strenuous siege, the God Lord Ri let out a sigh.

"It's all in vain," He sighed. "Let you experience the true cruelty of reality under the might of fate."

"The time of destiny has arrived. Embryo of philosophy, reshape the world for us—"

In the sky blazing with fire, thousands of brilliant golden lights suddenly burst forth! They pierced through the distant horizon, as if descending from the kingdom of God, and showered upon the body of the Lord God, which resembled a newborn infant.

Upon seeing this, Xing immediately chose to take the risk and move forward, getting closer to the barrier of the God's Sun, and using the cover of his companions to pry open the stolen power of harmony.

The scattered stars squeezed the harmonious power held by the Lord of the Sun with all their strength, just like a survivor wandering in a collapsed mine trying his best to rescue his surviving companions.

But the efforts of one person alone have little effect.

"Dead Star God, I salute you."

The fetus of philosophy was born into the world. The Lord God raised his body and slowly opened his arms.

"I swear by this seven-day oath that you will obey my orders—"

A halo shining with holy light appeared behind the Lord Sun, turning gently like the hands of a clock.

“It is not you who created everything.”

The giant white face looked up to the sky, the holy halo expanded instantly, and the outstretched arms reached out to the world, just like believers singing praises to the miracle.

The power of order grew stronger, and the faces of the nameless guests changed. Even if they couldn't resurrect the fallen Star God, the power of this fate alone was enough to bring forth a being far superior to the Order!

Is it really possible... that this problem cannot be solved smoothly?

Suddenly, a heart-moving song floated from the distant dream!

Feathers shimmering with soft light slowly fell towards the stage as the song played.

The robin has arrived! The nameless guests revealed expressions of surprise. Xing raised her hand to catch the purer feather of harmony, and the soft light instantly merged with her body. The dance of harmony and development also changed at this moment!

"Clock Kid! Are you ready for a new dance?"

"Tick-tock! I'm ready!"

To the song of the robin, the stars and the clock boy performed a brand new dance. The dance was sometimes soothing, sometimes passionate, but throughout, it was a power like the sea.

Because the sea is a miracle created by the confluence of thousands and thousands of tiny water drops.

The power of harmony stolen by the God Lord Sun began to dissipate like an avalanche at this moment! They broke away from the body of the God Lord Sun and dispersed in all directions.

Without the harmony of unity, the solid wall of order was no longer able to withstand the combined attack of imaginary numbers and fire. The seemingly indestructible barrier was instantly riddled with holes, and the body of the God Lord Sun was exposed to the attack of the nameless guest!

"Robin......"

The halo of the Lord God Sun dimmed a lot. He still held his head high and stretched his hands toward the sky, but Liuying had already descended from the sky. She brandished two flaming swords and cut off the Lord God Sun's arms in an instant!

"Sunday, your order is over!"

The nameless guests then launched their final assault, firing at full force to bring down the incomplete divine body that was occupying the stage!

It seems that this conspiracy to repeat the fate of [Order] should come to an end.

Wang Xuanqiao, who watched the whole process, frowned instead.

Because another star god cast his gaze towards the battlefield of Pinocchio.

He is...

Having escaped from the commotion, Hanabi was leaning behind the Clock Boy statue, watching the final battle at the theater. Just as the God Lord's Day was about to fall under the attack of the Nameless Guest, she suddenly revealed a look of surprise.

"Oh? I didn't expect you to be here—" Huahu looked up at the sky with a surprised smile on her face.

A burst of party-like cannons suddenly exploded in the Pinot Grigio, and colorful spotlights appeared, all focused on the Lord's Day on the stage.

Then, a burst of unbridled laughter echoed throughout the entire Pinoconi, and even the entire Asdena galaxy.

"Hahahahahahahaha—order is a piece of wood that has been eaten away and turned into bagpipe music."

"It's a pity to hear that this brings about a replay of fate~"

After laughing loudly, the ethereal voice seemed to be chuckling as if it was feeling the aftereffects of its own humor.

After a moment, the laughter died down, and He suddenly spoke to someone.

"What, isn't it funny? Hahahahaha——"

The laughter began to fade away.

But the halo attached to the body of the Lord God suddenly burst out with a dazzling light!

The nameless guests were caught off guard and forced to look away. In just that brief moment, the complete power of order descended upon the suspended stage!