I'm playing Honkai Impact 3

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After hearing Sunday's full account of the whole story, the train crew and the robin all looked astonished, exchanging glances with varying expressions.

"incredible."

Himeko's slender, dark eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her voice carried a hint of solemnity.

“Pinocone actually has… remnants of the order.”

"Oh, I'm breaking the rules? Really?"

The talent scout scratched his neck, stared at himself, and slowly typed a question mark.

Immediately, as if she suddenly remembered something, the surprise on her face faded, and she thoughtfully stroked her chin.

"Wait... I think I saw him in the simulated universe last time. That guy was swallowed by that purple lady full of cesium energy, and then we blew him up along with her."

"He didn't have much presence from beginning to end, he seemed just average, but he wasn't exactly incapable of fighting either~"

"What were you all doing during the simulated universe test?!"

March 7th looked horrified, and his voice rose several decibels.

"What the heck did they all explode together?"

Although it might be untimely and sound somewhat absurd, at this moment, Little March felt a strange pity for the genius Black Tower lady.

It must be tough having to deal with these two troublemakers.

Even Sunday and Himeko wore strange, indescribable expressions.

"However, upon closer reflection, it does make some sense."

March 7th, her little hand supporting her chin, slid down along Xing's train of thought.

"If Taiyi is really that powerful, how could he have died? Look at our Star God... sigh, he seems to have died too."

Realizing he had misspoke, March 7th became anxious and could only put his hands together and pray earnestly, just like Sora used to.

"By the God of Pioneers, I beg you to resurrect in the underworld and win the battle of order. I will definitely burn more paper money and special receipts for you!"

Even with the composure expected on a Sunday, listening to this abstract prayer, one's expression was somewhat troubled.

"If it is the Order that compels you to imprison Walter, thereby coercing us into submission."

Himeko's eyes turned serious and cold.

"Then I think there's absolutely no need for us to sit down and negotiate."

"You've misunderstood, Miss Himeko."

On Sunday, he spread his hands, his voice gentle yet clear:

“I never harmed Mr. Walter; I simply gave him an undisturbed space to think.”

"As the family has always promised, no one will be harmed in the dream, let alone in the beautiful new world of order."

"I am willing to tell you all the true aspirations of the Order Walkers, and I earnestly request that you listen attentively to my grand vision."

"Perhaps we can avoid unnecessary conflict."

"I get it, it's that classic villain-singing-ideals-and-talking-out-it-again-the-day-of-the-times-is-times-again, right?"

Xing nodded, hugged Qiong, and gave him a big reward kiss on the corner of his mouth, as casually as if she were ordering her own younger brother around, and then pushed Qiong forward.

"Qiongzai, it's all yours now."

This kind of verbal sparring can be left to one's external organ, the Mouth of God.

Few can argue with Qiongzai.

Then, Xing deftly took out several plastic chairs left over from the barbecue stall she set up on the Immortal Boat when she was running the Abundant Beasts barbecue stall from her spatial ring. She distributed them to the still somewhat bewildered crowd around her with a few clangs, and then found a good spot to sit down herself.

The group sat in a circle on white plastic chairs, with Qiong, the two robins, and Sunday at the center.

The scene didn't resemble listening to a declaration concerning the fate of the world; it was more like watching a spectacular monkey show on the street... well, a debate.

On Sunday, he glanced at the circle of plastic chairs and guests that completely disrupted the serious atmosphere, and finally his gaze fell on the gray-haired youth who was sandwiched between his two younger sisters and looked helpless.

"Okay, okay~"

There's no way around it, this Star Core Spirit is just damn cute.

Qiong stretched out her hand: "Brother-in-law, please begin your performance."

God knows how much effort it took Sunday to stop his twitching lips and soaring blood pressure.

But Qiong is now representing the members of the Starry Sky Train, so he can't get angry yet.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to ignore the matter of the dome and the robin, and focused all my attention on explaining the concept on Sunday.

"Pinocone and this universe have witnessed too many regrets and tragedies, where the strong enslave the weak, exploiting them to the extreme, and building their castles with their blood and sweat."

"Then, those so-called winners who rode the wave of opportunity to soar to the top will turn around and mock those struggling on the ground: 'Has your salary increased over the years? You should look at yourself and see if you've been working diligently!'"

"The efforts of generations may not be as effective as a smile captured by the media occasionally, which brings success effortlessly?"

On Sunday, he recounted the story with great emotion and conviction.

"Is this river... a place of happiness?"

Qiong's expression had completely changed as Sunday recounted the story.

From initially "I'll just watch you perform quietly," the attitude gradually shifted to holding one's breath, unconsciously straightening up, hands hanging at one's sides, and an expression of unprecedented seriousness and focus.

"so."

Qiong's previous laziness and cynicism had completely disappeared, replaced by a calm and serious tone.

"Your goal is to use the power of the Star Core and dreams to create an ultimate paradise where there is no Star God to rule, only orderly operation, and it belongs only to humanity?"

"Yes."

Qiong's change in attitude made Sunday's tone more earnest and firm.

Two pairs of bright golden eyes met in the air. Sunday nodded vigorously, each word seemingly carrying immense weight:

"An eternal paradise where every human being can live with dignity, equality, and happiness!"

“I admire your ideas, brother-in-law, but they’re too idealistic.”

Qiong shook his head: "Human nature has weaknesses. Desire makes all rationality unable to reach the complexity of spontaneous order. The so-called paradise is ultimately just a dream."

"A beautiful dream that is destined to end, and which will eventually lead to facing reality."

"Because the vulnerable are always ruthlessly exploited, equality has vanished in reality!"

At this moment, she certainly wouldn't care about how Qiong addressed her; Sunday's eyes were lowered.

"In the fierce competition, people live a precarious life, struggling to make ends meet... Only a very few can ever reach the top."

"Too many people set off with extraordinary dreams, only to be forced to realize halfway through that they are just a fragile member of the masses?"

"For the weak, if dreams can become a paradise indistinguishable from reality under the power of great forces, then the social system naturally chosen in reality and the paradise in dreams where everyone can obtain happiness will be on the same level."

Sunday's voice is like a vow, carrying an unquestionable resolve:

"And in that paradise, all beings will attain equal happiness."

"So, Gul'dan, what is the price?"

Qiong asked the most crucial question.

"The price is negligible, just a personal... permanent martyrdom."

Sunday's words are light, as light as a feather.

"If this paradise is to be maintained for all, there must be someone who remains in solitary lucidity until the end of the universe."

Qiong had to admit that he admired his brother-in-law and liked that kind of person.

Whether it's realistic or not, at least his ideals and pure goodwill added a different touch to reality.

"But can the order you envision truly be accepted by everyone?"

Qiong originally thought that the other party was stuck in a strange dead end and could not get out. Overly grand visions are often accompanied by overly difficult-to-heal oversights.

how do you know...

On Sunday, he looked around at everyone, his gaze finally meeting Qiong's again, facing the doubt directly.

"Simply describing the idea might be too abstract, so let me give you a simple example."

"As you may know, there exists a social system in some worlds called 'two-day weekends' or 'three-day weekends'."

"And also 'single weekend,' 'no weekend,' 'adjusted weekend,' and 'alternating weekends', thank you."

Qiong raised his voice.

He recalled his life as a corporate slave before he transmigrated.

He paused for a moment upon hearing this on Sunday, as he thought the weekend was already demanding enough.

I never knew there were single-day weekends and no-day weekends...

Is that really how humans live?

After a few seconds of silence, Sunday spoke again, his voice deep and resonant:

"On hard-won days off, people are able to escape the pressures of life, return to the peace of their souls, and enjoy a brief period of happiness without having to face the law of the jungle."

"But such days are still too short."

"To be honest, that's true."

Qiongqiong nodded deeply without realizing it, feeling the same way. He raised an eyebrow and asked:

"So, what are you trying to say?"

"so."

On Sunday, he clenched his fists and spoke in a strong, resonant voice.

"In my view, the truly ideal system for society should be—'seven-day weekend'!"

"The day after Sunday is the second, the third, and everlasting Sunday—this is the face of the new world, a day of eternal peace and inaction."

"Only by no longer having to endure the suffering of reality can humanity face its destined end with the highest purity and live a life full of dignity."

"..."

Qiong seemed to think she had misheard.

But as he recalled the events, his eyes gradually lost focus, and his mouth involuntarily opened slightly, forming a blank "O" shape.

OK, fine, I understand now!

"Seven days off?"

"That's right, seven days off!"

On Sunday, he took a deep breath, and his golden eyes ignited with his determination, burning with a resolve bordering on martyrdom.

Those three short words were like a thunderclap piercing the darkness.

A wake-up call!

Shocking!

Qiong fell silent, utterly silent.

Then, under the confused, surprised, and bewildered gazes of everyone, he took a step.

The footsteps were heavy as mountains, yet carried an eerie resolve, step by step, towards Sunday.

He raised his head, his golden eyes blazing with fierce flames, and his gaze met Sunday's with a thunderous roar.

On Sunday, he stood tall with his head held high, his gaze sharp and unwavering, calmly accepting the gaze of the heavens, his eyes and posture as steadfast as a rock.

A harmonious radiance, imbued with order, emanated from behind Sunday, like a golden moon rising slowly, casting its pure and holy light upon him, making him appear like a deity.

The two stared at each other for a full minute, the air so thick it was almost suffocating.

The next moment, Qiong suddenly turned around and faced her fellow train crew members.

With a flick of his wrist, the yo-yo appeared in his hand, gleaming with an undeniable cold light.

"A-Qiong, what are you doing?"

The date March 7th feels inexplicable.