I, on the Starry Sky Railway, change everything

"Good heavens, you want to die with me?"

"Cough cough, I just choked." Hanabi was also a little embarrassed.

The Galaxy Baseball Man cannot be insulted!

When Xing got angry, he immediately told Shu Weng to take out all the bottles of soy milk from the bar.

"So you still think douzhi (fermented mung bean juice) is delicious, right? Since you like it so much, let's each have a cup and see who can't hold out for seven minutes first!"

Chapter 615 The "Fireworks" Strategy of Mutual Destruction

Xing rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight Hanabi to the bitter end.

"No, no, no."

On March 7th, they tried to stop him, but failed.

"Hey, I've got a short temper! I've fought the antimatter legion on the space station, then the Rift Monsters in Beloberg, and the Buli people who came out of Luofu. There's no reason for me to be driven back by a mere cup of soy milk in Pinocone."

The lines are quite cool.

This is all true. Xing followed Hua Yi all the way and did indeed deal with many enemies.

Examples include Doomsday Beast, Cocolia empowered by Star Core, and Bu Li's first battle against Hu Lei. Although Xing did not defeat them alone, she did contribute and did not hinder them.

Unfortunately, no matter how illustrious her resume was, it couldn't overshadow the role of douzhi (fermented mung bean juice) at this moment.

Xing poured all the soy milk out of the bottle at once, one big cup for herself and one big cup for Huahuo.

As the thick liquid flowed and came into contact with the air, a smell that resembled three days of spoiled mung bean soup mixed with a bit of old brine from a sauerkraut jar immediately filled the air.

Hua Yi had a slight thought and began to modify the rules of the dream.

To confine the smell of soy milk to a small area, so as not to torment others.

As for the spirited Xing and the firework who finds amusement in fighting to the death, Hua Yi decided to let them be for the time being and focus on sorting out the fates of the various characters.

Previously, even a small amount of [order], combined with the leaking power of the star core, would disrupt the beautiful dream maintained by [harmony].

Now, the stellar core is sealed, but [Order] has officially returned to the cosmic stage, and [Exploration] is thriving.

Despite the convergence of multiple destinies, Mei Meng has managed to maintain stability, entirely thanks to Hua Yi's continuous efforts to untangle the chaotic situation.

In the vast universe, the Star God suppresses all other paths with his own, making his destiny the absolute protagonist of the galaxy he inhabits. Even the so-called all-encompassing [Harmony] can only merge with [Order] through annexation.

Hua Yi has decided on the future of Pinocchio, and therefore must bear the corresponding responsibilities.

He had long anticipated this development. His analysis of fate, starting from the Black Tower Space Station, was mostly theoretical. It was a rare opportunity for him to have a small practical experience, which was perfect!

The flow of memories in a beautiful dream foreshadows even more subtle fluctuations in one's destiny.

Harmony, pioneering, and order—Hua Yi incorporates these three truths into his considerations, seeking balance and composing a poem that belongs to Pinocchio.

The robin is a harbinger of harmony; one can faintly hear the overture of a harbinger, soothing and melodious.

As she drank her non-alcoholic beverage, she subconsciously touched her neck, where the gunshot scar had vanished without a trace, healed by Hua Yi with incredibly miraculous methods, both in dreams and in reality.

If the wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk.

Gazing at Hua Yi's handsome profile, Xiao Niao felt slightly tipsy.

Himeko, who was on the path of pioneering, could also vaguely sense the corresponding flow of fate.

"Um……"

Like the robin who hasn't yet achieved final victory, she has less leeway compared to Himeko, who has already won.

The navigator thought about it more.

Hua Yi is quietly busy again.

Then we can't just let Xing do whatever he wants. The office is filled with the strange smell of soy milk, which is problematic no matter how you look at it.

Besides, the strange smell is gone now, so it must be Hua Yi taking care of everyone again.

"Hoshi, don't get into these weird bets with Hanabi."

In a short time, Galaxy Baseball Man had already drunk half a cup of soy milk. Looking at the remaining half cup with a troubled expression, Himeko was both amused and exasperated, and reached out to take the cup of soy milk away.

"Your breath smells awful, how are you going to kiss Hua Yi afterwards?"

Himeko lowered her voice to remind him, which immediately brought Hoshi back to his senses.

"Then, let's leave it at that..."

Fighting spirit descends from its high ground, and reason returns to the core of the stellar brain.

"No way! Hanabi, I don't like douzhi (fermented mung bean juice), but I've already drunk almost half a cup. You said it tasted good before, so you should at least drink half a cup to count, right? Hurry up and drink it, don't give up! You only have two choices: either tie with me or beat me."

Fireworks were astounding.

Despite the fierce stare from Xing and the menacing gazes of others, the Masked Fool knew what was important.

If I try to use my abilities to escape at this point, I will only be punished.

It won't be as simple as half a cup of soy milk then.

"Little gray-haired guy, I didn't realize you were so ruthless~"

"From now on, call me Big Gray Hair—no, call me the respected Batman Lady!"

Xing frantically rinsed her mouth while proudly raising her head.

"Can't you tell who's taller? Where am I shorter than you?"

"I can beat you, so why should I change my mind?"

Hanabi pinched her nose and drank half a cup of soy milk, without doing anything funny, and drank it properly.

hiss.

Then I rinsed my mouth frantically.

The Pleasure Walkers were no longer joyful, but a cheerful atmosphere filled the air; Estádio, Bronya, and many other girls were secretly giggling...

"Are you manipulating fate?"

The Great Black Tower walks the path of knowledge, yet it can rely on its perception as a messenger to detect the undisguised ripples of Hua Yi's destiny.

He asked a question, but his hands moved even more nimbly, producing a sophisticated device as if by magic.

By using dream-based access to replicate real-world creations, the Great Black Tower employed some cosmic simulation technology; it's nothing extraordinary.

The focus is on Huayi's side.

"Give me a heads-up! So I can record this valuable data."

"You've collected enough data. Do you have the time to analyze it one by one and develop the results?"

Hua Yi manipulated the faint light of truth with his fingertips, effortlessly, and even had the leisure to savor the small cups of drinks that Estella and the others had chosen for them, praising their taste.

"Experiments are bound to make mistakes, and the same goes for adjusting the life rhythm of pinocene and finding the balance point. You might as well wait for me to get it sorted out and directly observe the ready-made results."

"The more of this kind of thing, the better!"

As he spoke, Daheita picked up the instrument and squeezed closer to Hua Yi.

Feixiao kindly gave up some space.

It wasn't that Emperor Gongtian was trying to curry favor with the Envoy of Wisdom, but rather that a sisterly friendship gradually developed after she discovered that the other party also had feelings for Hua Yi.

A powerful figure like the Great Black Tower might fight alongside me in the future.

When the time comes to face Hua Yi, perhaps we will be able to put up a fight!

If that doesn't work, add the Underworld.

Feixiao glanced at the Black Pagoda, then at Huangquan, who was also enjoying drinks and whose sense of taste had clearly recovered considerably after the 5.0 upgrade. He made way for the former and went over to chat with the latter.

We need to build rapport first so we can work together better in the future.

Hua Yi and Da Heita also have a good understanding.

Knowing that the genius was obsessed with collecting data on destiny, and wanted to further expand the scope of operations so that the Great Black Tower and the instruments could capture it, and that the right opportunity could be found, Hua Yi spoke to her only after Shu Weng had prepared drinks for everyone and they had rested.

"I heard that Miss Shu Weng is the daughter of the head of the Iris family. She was originally a core member with her own acting career. How did she change careers and end up opening a bar in the depths of dreams?"

"..."

Shu Weng realized that his few words and complaints to Hua Yi, once they touched on Pinocchio, would have a profound impact.

The entire dream was shaken.

Now, it's time for the message to reach the highest levels of authority!

Chapter 616 The Dream Troupe and Humanity

"Mr. Hua Yi, what are your thoughts on the Dream Theatre Company?"

After all, Shu Weng was a carefully cultivated seedling of the Iris family. Rather than complaining to herself or making demands, she remained rational.

They first tested Hua Yi's attitude.

"The Dream Troupe—objects that have developed self-awareness due to the influence of memory, and special species that have been domesticated by their families to serve guests. In public introductions, they are referred to as the assets of the Iris family."

Continuing to weave the poem of destiny, Hua Yi, multitasking, easily guessed Shu Weng's thoughts.

"You left the Iris Flower headquarters and came to the edge of dreams to open a bar and take in the Dream Theater Troupe. Isn't that actually a rejection of the family's philosophy on this matter?"

"These trivial matters could not be hidden from you."

Shu Weng stood up straight subconsciously, his posture as upright as a strict ruler.

The bartender's uniform fit him perfectly, every inch of fabric was neat and flat, and the monochrome trousers had no fancy decorations and were more of a neutral style, but they looked neat and beautiful on Shu Weng.

When Hua Yi saw through her thoughts, her jawline tightened, her lips pressed into a serious line, and the delicate contours between her eyebrows and eyes could not hide her tension.

You should know that even when Shu Weng faced the head of the Iris Flower family, his own mother wouldn't act like this.

But beneath Hua Yi's approachable demeanor lies a position of far greater prestige than that of the head of the family.

This person is the true leader.

"The Dream Theatre is seen as a tool, born to serve humanity... Considering that Pinocchio's dreams are indeed created by humans, and many of the items are made by dream architects, I cannot refute this with a clear conscience."

Humans are like the creators of the Dream Theatre.

Everything in a dream serves the Creator; this has long been taken for granted.

"But some people went too far! Because they couldn't find hotel rooms, they took their anger out on the Dream Theatre Troupe, verbally abusing and even physically assaulting customers, as well as the trainers who managed the troupe and exploited them at will."

“I didn’t take my anger out on the Dream Theatre.”

Huang Quan was having a nice chat with Fei Xiao when he suddenly heard a characteristic that matched his own. He quickly spoke up to avoid Hua Yi misunderstanding.

"So, this is treating the Dream Theatre Troupe like a machine, exploiting them?"

Bronya seemed lost in thought. The Great Black Tower glanced at her, its tone playful.

"Machines are much more valuable than people. The more sophisticated ones have strict requirements for ambient temperature and humidity. Offices can have power outages, but the air conditioning in the computer room cannot be turned off and must be kept on. Such examples are everywhere in the world."

"The space station is equipped with air conditioning, so the crew won't get too hot!"

The situation was somewhat chaotic.

Huang Quan explained that he had never bullied the Dream Troupe. Aista was afraid that the Black Tower would portray her as a heartless stationmaster who exploited his staff for profit, so she spoke up one after another.

They all care about the image Hua Yi has of them.

Cute.

If it weren't for the serious topic raised by Shu Weng, Hua Yi would probably have stolen a couple of kisses from his wife.

Why steal a kiss?

Because there are many people present, being too unrestrained will cause some girls to join in, while making other girls feel shy and awkward.

Even though the Dream Troupe is not human, but merely a creation of dreams, Hua Yi is still willing to take it seriously.

"You want to fight for the rights of the theater troupe, right? I support you."