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That expression, that smile, left everyone on the train stunned.

After a long while, Himeko sighed and solemnly bowed to the God of Order on the cross.

The boundless light gradually faded away.

Along with the Light of Order, billions of beings who willingly chose to believe also vanished from Pinocone and even the entire Asdna system.

Without a doubt, they had gone to that promised land—

The Primordial Paradise.

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Volume 1: Chapter 638 How could this be fake?

The magnificent and imposing Pinocchio Theatre.

At this moment, however, there was an almost chaotic clamor.

The secondary concert hall, where members of various family lines had gathered, was already in complete chaos due to the dramatic changes at the Harmonious Music Festival and Pinocchio's strange behavior.

The leaders of the Hound, Iris, Clover, and Night Thrush families were all eager to find Sunday and find out what exactly he was up to.

Even Gopher, the dream master of Pinocchio and the leader of the family, was unable to contact the other party.

The Homophonic Ceremony deviated from their plans from the very beginning, like a derailed train speeding wildly across an unpredictable stage of fate. As for the final outcome...

how to say?

It failed, but it wasn't a complete failure.

Success! The light of Order shines once again in the Milky Way, though its brilliance is confined to the Asdna system.

But Gopher believes that in time, this brilliance will eventually shine upon the world.

……

Planet Twelve, a star position in the Dream Galaxy, remains the center where the three forces of destiny—harmony, order, and nothingness—intertwine and collide, and is still in a state of dimensional chaos.

The Pinocchio Theatre, with its vast and magnificent main stage.

"That's why I wanted to tell you the story of the little happy pigeon when you first heard it."

"Since you don't mind putting in the effort to take care of it, why not build it a warm nest in your own way, and let your brother-in-law provide a safe cage—and then let it choose its own living environment?"

"If it chooses the nest, even if there are many wild animals that prey on small birds in that yard and might prey on it, it is its own choice. It takes the risk and enjoys its freedom."

"If it chooses a birdcage, it means it is willing to trade its physical freedom for a sense of security."

"A coin does indeed have only two sides, seemingly either one or the other, but if someone is willing to lend a hand and actively adjust it, the coin can be made to stand steadily upright, or even... tilted."

"Even if you ultimately choose a birdcage, you can always open the bars occasionally and let it stretch its wings in a safe environment, right?"

"As for birds being born to belong to the sky... I don't deny that it's a romantic idea, but just like my brother-in-law, being too romantic or too rational is too serious and meaningless... cough."

With a leisurely tone that resembled that of a certain blond archbishop, the Fool's Mask, which had almost revealed its true colors, quickly regained its composure and returned to the solemn demeanor of a seven-day-a-week pope.

"It is certainly wonderful to build on the past and forge ahead into the future, to go further along the path that our predecessors have not yet trodden."

"But not everyone is willing or able to brave the elements to find a comfortable place to stay and live there for a lifetime. That is also a good choice."

"What is the difference between forcibly waking someone who only wants to immerse themselves in a beautiful dream and forcing them to go to the future to explore—in essence, what is the difference between these two things?"

"Whether it is pioneering or indulging in a beautiful dream, it is a choice of free will."

"My speech is over, thank you everyone!"

Like a magician who has just finished a spectacular performance, Qiong bowed exaggeratedly to the crowd on the other side of the stage, giving a closing ceremony.

"well!!"

"Well said!"

The applause was intermittent, with only three people clapping enthusiastically.

Star Baby is truly proud of his divine eloquence and applauds the most enthusiastically.

On March 7th, people were completely fooled by these theories and applauded because they thought they made perfect sense.

And then there's Ryuhoshi, who will unconditionally and gently applaud whatever Kyō says, as long as it doesn't involve matters of principle.

The others each had a different expression, each with their own fascinating, complex, blank, helpless, or angina-like demeanor.

Portio crossed his arms, smacked his lips, and finally grinned, revealing a mouthful of shark teeth:

"Tsk, the words may be rough, but the reasoning is sound! I like what you said, kid! It's exactly what Uncle Wuwu is right!"

"Isn't the point of living to enjoy yourself? What kind of pioneering is it to force others to walk a path? It's utterly worthless!"

The black swan's eyes held a unique luster that evoked memories.

She's cosplaying as the five-star blonde cameraman in this exciting battle of messengers, which will determine a new relationship between order and harmony.

Bringing the complete record to the memory room would definitely win an award!

Both Sunday, who had just become the God of Order, and the robin and the train crew, who longed for the future and did not want their will to be imprisoned by their dreams, were able to accept the final outcome of the event.

Qiong found the balance point between the two.

Even Himeko was persuaded and began to believe it made sense. She nodded slightly.

Although his eyes still held a trace of lingering fear from the previous terrifying risk, he had to admit that Qiong's words had hit a nerve.

The biggest feeling we all share right now is:

This ancestor is really good at causing trouble!

If things go wrong, Asdna could really collapse, and everyone in the entire galaxy could perish here!

It's terrifying to even think about it.

"Brother, are you alright? How are you now?"

The true robin first looked thoughtfully at the sky, then turned anxiously to Sunday, whose figure was becoming increasingly ethereal, his eyes filled with worry.

Sunday was accompanied by a gentle smile, her voice as soft as a babbling brook.

“I’m fine, robin, I’m great… well, better than ever before.”

Sunday's true form is located in the Dimension of the Primordial Heaven, surrounded by the golden thorns of order, bound to a cross, and has become one of the core anchor points maintaining that dimension.

"What you see now is merely a dream form I have created through memory, carrying my will."

Fundamentally, this is similar to the situation where an ordinary person's body lies in a dream pool while their mind is immersed in a beautiful dream.

Sunday may be physically restricted, but it is spiritually free.

At least within the Asdna system, they are no different from normal people.

In essence, Sunday has become a messenger.

The only true Order Keeper in the entire universe!

Although [Order] has been absorbed and swallowed up by [Harmony].

Here's a vivid but imperfect example.

This is like a young man with ambition and ideals within the parent company [Harmony] who, with the support of the remaining forces of the former CEO [Order] (which has been acquired), successfully orchestrated a "business war," persuaded the chairman, and ultimately left to start his own business, re-establishing the [Order] branch company.

High-level business warfare only requires the simplest approach: fight!

Moreover, with the blessing of the Primordial Heaven, he is not a novice envoy, but rather a preliminary advanced envoy who can barely contend with the Yellow Springs.

—Limited to the Asidna system.

Once you leave this paradise built by order, the messenger power of Sunday will be affected, and it will return to the normal intensity of God's Sunday.

That's quite remarkable.

It should be understood that the family and the messenger of harmony have always been Hepe, one aspect of Him. Now, someone has actually stripped away a part of the order and permanently claimed it for themselves.

Qiong can already picture the scene of Heita clinging to her leg, begging her to help her connect with the network and get her brother-in-law to do the research.

After gently comforting the robin and briefly explaining her condition, Sunday, under the gaze of the little bird's beautiful face, which gradually turned from slight surprise to blush, gently placed her hand into Qiong's hand.

Immediately, he turned around, his gaze sharp, and looked at another robin standing gracefully not far away.

She was wearing a gorgeous formal dress for the ceremony.

The fabric is so white it's almost transparent, with a slight sheen, like a swan's feathers, understated and elegant.

The skirt follows a curve from high to low, revealing long, straight, slender legs through its slight flare, and the hem is adorned with diamonds.

The girl looked at Sunday, her emerald eyes reflecting just the right amount of concern and anxiety.

“Fool…”

Just two words were enough to make everyone present instantly alert, as if they had PTSD, before they realized that Sunday was talking to a 'robin'.

"Brother, what are you saying..."

The robin in the sky revealed just the right amount of confusion and unease.

"There's no need to pretend anymore."

Sunday's tone was not cold, but rather carried an air of grandeur and solemnity.

"Now I can see the essence of things."

Now that things have come to this, he can finally tell what is true and what is false.

A terrible fool, a terrible actor...

"What? She's a fake robin?"

March 7th was shocked. Her pink and blue eyes widened in surprise, and she couldn't help but frantically look at the Sky Robin from head to toe.

"This……"

Even Himeko looked surprised and blinked rapidly.

"Isn't it?"

The frightened rabbit opened its mouth in a daze.

cheated.

Everyone...was fooled from beginning to end!?

The "Robin" who stood shoulder to shoulder with Sunday from the very beginning, participated in the Harmonious Strings Ritual, summoned the Harmonious Incarnation, and even commanded the Incarnation to fight against Ameng alongside Sunday... was actually fake!?

How could this be fake?

The astonishment and disbelief in the eyes of the Haunted Rabbit.

The mage saw the clown come to gang up and performed a dazzling series of brilliant maneuvers that almost broke the keyboard. He used all of QEERDF, but failed to turn the tables with a sliver of health. Instead, the opponent dropped three boxes, which was ten times more impressive!

How could this be fake?!

impossible!

That's unreasonable!

That shouldn't be happening!

"Although your deception is beyond question."

Sunday's expression was a complex mix of emotions and an indescribable subtlety, which ultimately culminated in a long sigh.

"But it cannot be denied that if it weren't for your secret help this time, Pinocchio would probably have been doomed."

“On behalf of the Oak family and the Primordial Paradise, I thank you.”

I would like to express my sincere gratitude on Sunday.

See? We tricked him, and he actually has to thank us properly!

"So...who exactly are you?"

Sunday can now see through the "robin's" disguise, but the true face beneath the disguise... is unbelievable to him.

"Me? Of course I'm your dearest little sister!"