PFC Chapter 435 Nothingness and Order, the True Legacy
Chapter 435 Nothingness and Order, the True Legacy
"The world of utopia..."
"This kind of world cannot exist," Eve murmured softly.
He was unusually calm on Sunday, firmly believing in the world as he perceived it.
Only order can bring new life to this galaxy.
"No matter what, I will do it."
Just then, the ceremonial bells rang.
"It seems the time for the grand ceremony has arrived."
"Next comes the world of order."
On Sunday, he turned around and walked onto the stage.
Aren't you going to stop me?
On Sunday, she turned her head slightly and found that Eve of Emptiness was standing quietly in place, without moving.
"I have no reason to stop you."
"If your idea is really right, then prove it to me."
Nothingness Eve looked at Sunday; her purpose had always been singular: to prove meaning.
Regardless of the method used.
Harmony or order, it doesn't matter to her.
"Okay, I will prove to you that order is the answer to everything."
On Sunday, he stood center stage, picked up his baton, and proudly spread his arms.
Countless puppets hung from the theater's roof, each holding a musical instrument.
A total of 107,336.
On Sunday, the conductor waved his baton, and hymns of praise resounded throughout the opera house.
Hipe's power was projected here, and seven-colored light descended from the sky.
But suddenly, Sunday changed the conductor, and the rhythm of the hymn took a sharp turn for the worse.
The homophony of "同谐" (tongxie) is rapidly declining, being transformed into the ironclad law of order.
On Sunday, he put down his baton and flew alone toward that seven-colored light.
I am aware of your decision.
"Now I grant everyone the right to look directly at the sun."
"On these 107,336 rocks."
"The omnipotent and all-powerful strings of harmony are at my disposal—"
"—The universally acclaimed tuner."
"Sound the choir, Dominix!"
All the dolls converge at one point, using Sunday's body as the foundation, to form the embryo of philosophy.
Dominica.
The moment Dominix was born, his power had already reached the throne.
Based on one of Hippe's many facets, yet still disturbed by order, the hymns he commands can reshape the world according to countless desires and establish new laws.
Is this your philosophy?
"It really is—meaningless."
The Void Eve slowly rose into the air, standing opposite Dominix.
"Come forward, you who walk in the shadow of death!" Dominic waved his baton, and many souls surrounded him.
“I am the shadow of nothingness, the will that life seeks.”
“Eve, Yggdrasil.”
The space around Void Eve was invaded by nothingness, forming a state of nothingness.
The two laws collided.
The ironclad laws of order collided with the nothingness of nothingness, and the entire Pinocchio trembled.
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In a dream.
"what is that?"
The group, who were fighting against the army of puppets in the opera house, suddenly noticed a blue figure standing at the entrance.
"Everyone, I'm here to help you get out."
"That's right! And me, Watch Boy!"
Misha, with the clock boy by her side, somehow entered the opera house.
Because of Misha's arrival, the previously closed opera house opened its exits.
“That’s…Misha? A waiter at the Daydream Hotel?” March 7th recognized him.
"I didn't expect him to come after all." Xing said with a deep expression.
"Xing, are you close to him?" March 7th asked.
"I don't remember." Xing thought seriously.
"Uh..." March 7th was speechless.
"However, I remember the feeling he gave me, but I don't remember his face. Why is that?" Xing didn't understand what was going on.
"In short, everyone, let's fight and retreat, and head towards the door."
Walter Yang quickly retreated after eliminating dozens of puppets.
The others followed Walter Young, but then the opera house seemed to have changed; the number of puppets suddenly surged, seemingly endless, and impossible to defeat.
"Everyone, this way."
At the last moment, as the puppets engulfed the entire opera house, everyone followed Misha and ran out of the opera house.
But outside the opera house, it's not the skyscrapers of the past, nor the "Golden Hour," but rather the Dream Reef.
"How did we end up back here again?" Xing asked, somewhat surprised.
She never expected to come back here.
"What are those? Three tombstones?"
Walter Young noticed three iron tablets not far away, which seemed to have something engraved on them.
He realized something and quickly went over.
The rest of the train crew followed.
“Lazarina, and…Tirnan.”
Walter Young stood in front of the tombstone, looking at the inscription on it.
Only the two tombstones on the left and right have inscriptions; the one in the middle is completely empty.
“Uncle Yang, this is…” March 7th came to Walter’s side.
"These should be two of the three nameless passengers that the train conductor is looking for."
Walter Young looked at the blank tombstone.
"Uncle Yang..."
"Does the fact that this tombstone has no inscription prove that there is still an unnamed person who is not dead?" Dan Heng walked to the front of the blank tombstone.
Suddenly, Misha appeared beside them.
"They died a long time ago."
"Lazarina died in the War of Independence. In order to find out where the memory matter was flowing, she piloted the shuttle alone into the center of the galaxy and never returned..."
“Tirnan was strong and reliable. He led the people through the brutal foreign wars, but he did not last until the day when peace truly came.”
"In the decade following the war, Pinocone was mired in internal and external troubles. For the sake of Asterna, Tirnan revived the path of 'exploration,' leading the Lantern Moth family to explore beyond the star system, only to be surrounded by a swarm of insects... and annihilated."
“Misha, how do you know all this?” Walter turned and asked.
“I don’t know, it’s like I was born knowing…” Misha shook her head.
"Let me tell you."
Gallagher's voice came from behind.
Huang Quan and his group stepped aside slightly to make way.
They knew this was a private matter within the Star Train.
“Gallach? What are you doing here?” Walter Young asked.
Isn't he the head of the hound family? How come he wasn't infected by the dream virus?
"Before we begin, let me reintroduce myself—the founder of Dream Reef, the assistant to the 'Watchmaker,' and also the one who sent out that invitation..."
"Greetings from the fictional historian Gallagher."
Gallagher bowed slightly to express his apology to everyone.
Upon hearing this news, March 7th immediately became angry. "So, all that stuff you told us before was made up?"
"I can guarantee that the stories I told you all before were all true... well, most of them, except for the part about 'my family taking me back.'"
After a moment of silence, Walter Young finally spoke.
"None of this makes sense, Mr. Gallagher. What exactly are you trying to say?"
Gallagher clapped his hands. "Long live understanding! Now we can talk openly. I'm sure you're all eager to know why I went to such lengths to orchestrate an inheritance battle, extending invitations to so many factions and causing such a commotion in Pinocchio..."
"The answer is actually quite simple, and you are all very familiar with it: the root of everything... is the 'Star Core.'"
Walter frowned. "The star core? Pinocene is an unobstructed, interconnected interstellar hub, and it doesn't seem to have any signs of contamination. How could it be related to the star core?"
"You're absolutely right, so why don't you guess what this means?"
"Someone is manipulating the star core?" Star seemed to realize something.
"Very perceptive. How should I put it? No wonder you're the person here who knows the most about the Star Core."
Gallagher gazed at the stars.
“Dreams don’t just appear out of thin air. If we compare the Realm of Memories to the ocean, then building a land of dreams is like filling in soil and creating land in a surging ocean.”
"To achieve this feat, the only option, if not through the intervention of an 'memory' or 'mystical' messenger, is to use a star core."
Gallagher continued, "Furthermore, this isn't something that can be accomplished simply by making a wish. It requires a considerable level of knowledge, along with a significant amount of time and manpower, to do it so flawlessly. You should understand now..."
"The current 'Star of the Gathering' is none other than the core disaster of Asdna."
"The Star of the Grand Gathering... is the Cataclysm of the Star Core?"
I don't understand March 7th.
"The story begins long ago. After the 'Watchmaker's' group liberated the border prison, they were at a loss as to how to build Pinocene from scratch, while internal and external troubles continued to plague them."
"At this time, some people started to have designs on the star core."
"This star core originally fell into Asdna during the war, and at that time, thanks to the appeal of the nameless man, people gave up the idea of getting involved with this power."
"But there have always been people with ulterior motives lurking in the shadows."
"The turning point came after Tiernan's sacrifice. The deaths of his two nameless companions forced 'The Watchmaker' to venture to the front lines of pioneering. This journey, however, provided his rivals with an opportunity."
"By the time the family representatives of the Montor system responded to the 'Watchmaker's' call and arrived, the star core had already been activated and infiltrated into the primal synesthetic dream world."
"I suspect that the family happens to possess the knowledge of sealing star cores?" Dan Heng had already guessed.
"More than that! Their understanding of the star core far surpasses that of ordinary people. They quickly helped Mikhail quell the internal strife and then joined the construction of Pinocene under the guise of 'harmony.'"
"That was the third century, known as the 'Age of Dreams,' when the unsuspecting 'Watchmaker' extended an invitation to the entire universe, igniting a craze for a land of dreams."
"Then... how did they become enemies?" Jing Yuan asked curiously.
"Remember that 'land reclamation' analogy? The truth is, the star's core was never sealed; it simply exists in a different form within a dream. Think about it carefully: what is the price to pay for constructing and maintaining such a massive 'dream'?"
"What is it?" March 7th couldn't help but ask.
“It’s about life.” Gallagher’s tone was heavy.
"A magnificent dream is built upon the death of the spirit. The poisonous wine called 'pleasure' flows through the dream, immersing people in it, their minds slowly drifting towards the same destination, ultimately becoming the placenta of the dream."
"Confusion, laziness, cowardice... these weaknesses that are ubiquitous in human nature were amplified and nurtured by the family, turning Pinocone into another kind of prison, far more indestructible than the one in the past."
“We discovered it too late. By then, the family had already gained immense influence, and the opponents were quickly brought under control and expelled.”
"With nowhere else to turn, I had no choice but to rely on 'mysterious' power to hide in this chaotic realm of memories."
"So this is the true meaning of 'the impossible.'"
Walter Young recalled the play that had just been performed at the opera house, which coincided with what Gallagher had said.
"So, you sent out invitations under the name of 'The Watchmaker' in order to find the faction that can resolve the Star Core crisis and lure them to Pinocene to discover the truth?"
Gallagher nodded. "Moreover, I'd like to see the various factions constantly fighting over the inheritance. Coupled with the 'Watchmaker's' first public statement in over a decade, the traitor within the family is bound to be exposed."
"So, 'heritage' is really just a facade..."
"If you want to keep the star core as an inheritance, I have no objection."
"So, where is that star's core now?"
"It has been made into a cornerstone."
“The cornerstone of the birth of order.” Gallagher’s tone suddenly became serious.
He looked up at the sky, as if he could see what the "Golden Hour" looked like.
Order has been revived.
"So, this last nameless guest, if I'm not mistaken..."
“That’s right, the last nameless visitor was the watchmaker, Ragvolk Charles Mikhail.” Gallach looked down at the tombstone.
He had a lot to say.
[Old friend, sometimes I forget you're dead. It's as if you still had so much to say, so many roads left untraveled.]
Now, I keep my promise and have brought the descendants you've cherished your whole life.
I don't know why you can never forget that train, but I still remember the last words you said before you left this world...
Don't let us down, old man.
"really....."
"I already guessed it..."
"That's really true."
The train crew didn't seem too surprised by this fact.
They were already mentally prepared.
"On his deathbed, he instructed me to find the Star Train and deliver the invitation to the future nameless traveler. For this, he prepared a gift, a true 'legacy'...belonging only to the descendants of the 'pioneers.'"
"The nameless guest, Miss Eve, has already been here before you."
“However, she refused the inheritance,” Gallagher said.
"What?" March 7th exclaimed in shock, "Eve was here?"
"As expected! Eve will be alright!"
Upon hearing this news, everyone on the train breathed a sigh of relief.
“Yes, just a short time ago.” Gallagher nodded.
"She said she would make everything vanish, so she would leave this legacy to you who come after her."
"What...what does she mean by this?" March 7th didn't understand what she meant.
"Thank you, Mr. Gallagher, please take us there."
Walter Young's eyes were unusually firm.
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