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——No one dared to stop them because no one wanted to die.

After KING walked away, the disciples sat back next to Atomic Samurai in a daze, surrounded him and began to figure out the true meaning of "seven o'clock" in KING's words.

"KING is used to hunting monsters at night. I guess seven o'clock is the time when he goes on a killing spree?" Samurai Drill guessed.

"No, that's not right." Atomic Samurai took a deep breath, sweat dripping down his back. "You only saw the surface, and didn't understand the deeper meaning of his words. The clock represents time. Do you remember that after Huang Quan's fingers pressed against the sword's handle, Xing's movements seemed to slow down?"

Qiu Wutaidao seemed to understand a little: "Could it be that King means that Huang Quan changed the flow of time in the dream world?"

"No, it's more than that. To be precise... Huang Quan's speed in drawing his sword has distorted time!"

"Huh?!" The three disciples opened their mouths in unison. "Master, are you kidding me? How could anyone do something like that?"

Atomic Samurai shook his head: "No, if a person's speed exceeds the speed of light, then time can be distorted. This is why we can't see the truth behind her sword-drawing action."

Juian was stunned: "But King not only saw it, he also told us the principle..."

"Yeah." Atomic Samurai stroked the hilt of the sword in his hand and laughed bitterly. "...What a monster-like man."

……

On the other side, Saitama's doorbell suddenly rang. Saitama pushed the door open and saw KING standing at the door holding two boxes of game discs.

"Wow, it's exactly seven o'clock. You're really punctual, KING."

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"…Sounds like a nightmare, huh?! You've just arrived in the Asdena system and you've already encountered something like this… You better be careful. It seems like you're not very resistant to memory."

"Don't worry, dreams and reality are opposites. While you were asleep, the train had already arrived in Pinocchio..."

"Xing walked to the window and looked out at the luxurious hotel exterior. It was hard to imagine that this was converted from a prison."

"Jizi and Mr. Walter had already gotten off the car. Xing found Sanyueqi, who had just packed her luggage, and got off with her. After going through dozens of inspections, they finally set foot on this world-famous hotel."

"But the hard work wasn't in vain. March 7th looked out at the nearby hotel lobby. The guest rooms on either side were lined up one after another. The crystal glass in the rooms, illuminated by the warm golden light, formed a vertical galaxy of countless light points, reaching straight into the sky."

"The uniformed waiters moved in perfect order, like the parts of a precision clock. Behind the glass curtain wall of the elevator shaft in the distance, hundreds of gold-plated elevators shuttled up and down like shooting stars, like a flowing musical note."

"San Yueqi can't wait to move in right away, but the most urgent thing is to find Uncle Yang and the others first. The two of them should hurry and reunite."

Suddenly, a cute little boy approached and bowed politely to Xing. "Welcome to the Daydream Hotel! We wish you an unforgettable vacation experience! To check in, please proceed directly to the front desk."

"Why does this sound so familiar?"

“It’s the child in my dream…”

"The boy calls himself Misha, a waiter at Pinoconti. He enthusiastically introduces the Pinoconti to Xing: the real-life Pinoconti is this hotel, while the Pinoconti in dreams is where miracles are born, a place of luxurious enjoyment. Everyone enters the Pinoconti in dreams through the Dream Pool. It's not so much a dream as it is another reality."

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Hunter x Hunter.

The training room was filled with the faint smell of blood, and the remains of Chimera Ants were scattered across the floor. Netero sat cross-legged on a broken shell, leisurely gazing at the sky.

"These guys in the universe are really bold. They let people enter the dreamland. Doesn't that mean that Pinocchio in real life is defenseless? No wonder the Underworld Duke dared to get involved in this place."

Netero picked up a tuft of his beard and thought, "But what if I died fighting in a dream? It wouldn't be the end of me, would it?"

Nob pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light. "Looking at that girl named Xing, dream death should just be a forced awakening. It's like a game over, just starting over."

"Oh?" Netero suddenly became interested. "That's a great way to train. In dreams, you can fight with all your might, and if you die, you can start over again... If I could replicate Pinocchio's dream-making ability here, it seems like it would be an effective way to train hunters."

"Grandpa, don't judge so quickly." Mo Laowu adjusted his sunglasses. "You never know if these people in the family have any bad intentions. With the technology in the universe, I believe they can keep people in dreams forever. If someone only lives in dreams, does that count as a form of imprisonment of their real body?"

Chapter 318: Pinocchio (Part 7)

"March Seven suddenly interrupted Xing and Misha's chat, saying there seemed to be some trouble at the front desk."

"Ellie, who's in charge of registration at the front desk, didn't find Xing's name. The only people registered in the platinum suite are Sanyueqi, Jizi, Walter, and Danheng."

"Yes, I'm Mr. Dan Heng." Xing put her hands on her hips.

"Dan Heng..." Walter was lost in thought. He suddenly remembered that when he had replied to his family, Xing had not yet boarded the train."

"Jizi suggested transferring Danheng's room to Xing and vouching for her identity, but this put the receptionist in a difficult position."

"It's the eve of the Harmony Festival, the most important moment of every Pinocchio era. And with the family's invitations, guests from all over the galaxy are thronging this place."

At the back of the line, a young man in elegant attire suddenly spoke up, speaking for the front desk. "Hotel security is extremely tight, and we can't afford to make even the slightest mistake. This young lady can't have the final say on things like this—everyone on the Starry Sky Train, please don't make things difficult for her."

"Walter politely apologized and asked the other person's name."

"I'm Shajin, a specialist in the company's Strategic Investment Department, responsible for the liquidation of distressed assets under Diamond. I've been invited here by Watchmaker. I'm also a visitor who's been waiting behind you for quite some time."

Jizi winked at Walter and stepped forward, saying, "I heard that the Interstellar Peace Company has also received an invitation from Pinocchio. I believe you are the representative. The company's elite are truly extraordinary. Such a great figure, could you please give us a favor?"

"Did I hear correctly—a favor? Shouldn't I be the one to say this to you all?" Gold Sand feigned surprise. "I've been waiting here for over ten minutes. Do you know how many credits that is worth to me?"

"Jizi smiled calmly, "I'm sure it's an astronomical sum. So now, Mr. Shajin, I have an investment you can't miss."

"The corners of Shajin's mouth curled up slightly—finally, we were talking about something that interested him."

Ji Zi looked at Xing beside her and said, "The company's influence is global, so its words naturally carry weight. We hope to use your identity to act as a guarantor for her."

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The burial of Fulilian.

Under the dim light of the tavern, Philen's little face wrinkled as he stared at the conversation between Ji Zi and Sha Jin on the sky screen.

"Ji Zi's speaking skills are so high, just like that General Jing Yuan." In Philen's impression, the two people who can speak best are General Jing Yuan of Shen Ce and Miss Toppa, but now one more person has to be added to the list.

"Is this the adult world? Every time I think about adults talking like this, I feel resistant to growing up..." Hugh Tark scratched his chin. "I understand what she's saying, but I can't imitate her speaking skills at all."

"It's okay, Xutalk. I can't learn it even if I live for more than a thousand years." Fulilian lay on the dining table with a peaceful look on her face.

"Lady Fulilian, you are completely indifferent, aren't you?" Philen said with a look of disgust.

"In the past, whenever I needed to talk to powerful figures, it was Xinmeier who was in charge." Fulilian sat up, resting her chin on her hand. "I didn't pay much attention to these things when Xinmeier was still alive. It wasn't until I embarked on my own journey that I gradually realized that talking to people is not an easy task."

“It’s not just about talking, but about making the other person feel comfortable during the communication process, or using some techniques to achieve your goals.”

"Lady Fulilian, have you ever thought about learning something?" asked Philen.

"I don't really care about techniques other than magic, Philen." Fulilian yawned loudly. "I'm so sleepy... Anyway, conversation is a difficult thing, even more difficult than many kinds of magic. If you want to learn it, you better put in the effort, okay? I'm going upstairs to bed first."

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“Not only will you save a lot of valuable time, but you’ll also make some new friends.”

Gold Dust became serious and said with a smile, "That's interesting. So what can these friends bring to me?"

“That’s a topic worth discussing. As fellow guests of the Watchmaker, why don’t we take a seat at Pinocchio first and spend some time getting to know each other?”

Gold Dust nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, yes. But Miss Navigator, I must point out that if I help, the time saved should be earned by me, not by you."

"Himeko smiled softly."

"…But I particularly like the second half of your sentence! Friends, yes, there's nothing more precious than friends, especially a pioneer as upright as Wumingke. From now on, I'll have to trouble you, my fellow pioneers, to take good care of me during my journey to Pinocchio. I hope we can—get along well."

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Spell return battle.

The wooden floor of the training ground was hot from the afternoon sun. Yuji sat cross-legged on the ground with a can of soda in his hand. It was a hot day, but when he heard the word "friend" from Shajin's mouth, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

"This guy, he always talks about so many credit points. Is he the type who loves money like his life?" As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Sister Mingming who was sitting in the corridor.

"That's not necessarily true, Yuji," Ange suddenly interrupted. "Don't worry, he's definitely not the kind of person you think. Anyone who can reach the P45 level in the company must have achieved financial independence long ago. Not everyone is like Mingming, who is only interested in money and the numbers in their passbooks."

Mingming in the corridor pursed her lips and smiled. She did not deny the singer's opinion of her.

"The care and assistance provided by the Starry Sky Train cannot be purchased with money, just like Gojo Satoru, you can't persuade him with money—only friendship is the reason for their help."

"And friendship..." Ange suddenly laughed. "People like Topa, who can climb to P45 with such a strong sense of friendship, must be extremely rare among the upper echelons, right? It's an absolutely rare hard currency. For Shajin, trading his face for the priceless friendship of the Starry Sky Train—it's a good deal no matter how you look at it, right?"

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"After saying that, Shajin was about to use his reputation to guarantee Xing, but the receptionist was still in a dilemma, until—"

"Ellie, please be patient." A handsome man in a white suit slowly approached and bowed politely to Xing and the others. "The family can't let guests sleep with burdens."

Chapter 319: Pinocchio (VIII)

"Look who's here—Sunday, the most handsome man in Pinocchio! And the world-famous singer, the Mockingbird!"

The girl in the dress behind Sunday smiled slightly and looked at her brother. "He said you were the most handsome man in Pinocchio. How interesting."

"Mockingbird invites the Star Train crew to take a break, while Sunday asks Gold Dust to come and talk with them."

Before leaving, Shajin waved to Xing. "Hey, friend, how are you? I was just joking, I hope you don't mind. I apologize for my impoliteness. Here, 1 credits—a little gift for meeting you, as compensation."

"Thank you, but no need for the gift."

"You're a man of integrity. I'm determined to be your friend. Here, 2 credits." Shajin, with a perfect smile on his face, doubled the gift without blinking.

"Then I won't be polite."

"That's right!" Gold Sand patted Xing's shoulder. "There's no need to be so formal with friends. If you need anything, just ask. I'll take care of it."

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Is it wrong to seek encounters in a dungeon?

"Wait, 20,000 credits just for free? Um, I also want to be friends with him..."

"Lord God, first of all, there is no possibility for them to meet us. Moreover, even if they meet us, they will not be willing to make friends with us." Bell smiled helplessly.

"So, Bell-kun! Hurry up and get to know this wealthy young man who loves to spend money!" She shook Bell's shoulders excitedly. "A man who loves gambling must be an elite from a prominent family. Bell, when you adventure in the dungeon in the future, be especially careful of this kind of person!"

Bell was dizzy, but he still tried to focus his eyes: "S-Sir God... I think Mr. Gold Dust is a little strange..."

"Strange? Nothing strange, right? This generosity in spending money lavishly, this calm demeanor in the face of adversity—ah, if only our clan had a sponsor like this..." Hestia had already begun to fantasize to herself.

Bell frowned, his red eyes fixed on the faint lines on the gold sand collar: "That mark... I think I've seen something similar in my grandfather's old books..."

Lilyluka suddenly appeared in the tavern, holding a glass of beer and sitting next to Bell: "It's the slave mark."

Hestia's fantasy came to an abrupt end: "...What?"

"Although it's somewhat obscured with clothing and ornaments," Lily pointed to the black code on the side of Sand Gold's neck. "For some slaves with good looks, slave owners often mark their necks so they can identify them at a glance without destroying the value of their appearance."

“…Dujin was once a slave?”

Although Lililuka's analysis was well-reasoned, Hestia still found it hard to believe. Whether it was Shajin's conversation, style, or tone, it was all influenced by the traditions of a wealthy family. Add to that his love of gambling...

"That's just my guess, take it for what it is." Lilyluka shrugged. "But if he really was a slave before, his methods are quite noteworthy. He rose from a slave to a P45 executive at such a young age... It's hard to imagine what he's been doing in the company all these years."

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"Golden Sand had to leave first. Xing returned to the train crew and saw that Sanyueqi had completely transformed into a little fangirl."

"Um, please tell me, you... aren't you... are you..." Sanyueqi couldn't even speak clearly in front of her idol. "That singer, the superstar from Epsilon... 'Free a Heart from Sorrow' is your work, right?"

"The robin nodded gently. 'I didn't expect such a lovely lady to be a fan of mine.'"

Walter asked curiously, "Are you, like that gentleman, a member of the Pinocchio family?"

"To be honest, I'm a guest like all of you. Pinocchio is my hometown, but I left when I grew up. This time, I'm honored to be invited back to sing for the Harmonious Music Festival."

"The Sunday you're referring to is my brother, one of the local leaders of Pinocchio and the host of this Harmony Festival. He heard that you were in trouble and brought me here to offer assistance."

"Sunday came over and said that the train crew's problem had been resolved. As the actual managers of Pinocchio, they will do their best to help everyone solve their problems."

"After explaining this, Sunday left with the robin."

"Although there have been many twists and turns, we can finally check in normally. Everyone came to the common lounge area on the first floor. After watching Sanyueqi and Xing go to the second floor to put their luggage, Jizi elegantly sat at the bar seat nearby and gently pushed a glass of orange sparkling water towards Walter with her fingertips."

"Walter, shall we have a drink first?" Jizi looked at the bubbles rising from the bottom of the glass. "Pinoconi's 'Suleda' is very famous."

"Hmm..." Walter took the drink and looked at the reflection in it. "...Tell me, maybe we're thinking the same thing."

"Do you still remember the [invitation] you received on the train?"

““We cordially invite the ‘family’s distinguished guests’ to come to Pinocchio and join the other guests in a grand feast – it is precisely because of this invitation that we are here.”

"I remember correctly—but there's more to this invitation." Himeko pursed her lips and smiled, "...to see the impossible things in dreams, to find the legacy of Pinocchio's father, the Watchmaker, and then to answer the question: why does life fall asleep?"

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One Piece.

Luffy was sprawled on the deck, watching Himeko and Walter's serious discussion with a puzzled look on his face.