blogombal Chapter 6 Uncle Yang, don't panic, get me out of here first...
Chapter 6 Uncle Yang, don't panic, get me out of here first...
It has been some time since I last played chess with Jingyuan in the starry sky.
Qingyuan began to miss the days on the train—the abstract daily routine of rummaging through trash cans with Xing, rolling around on the floor of the observation car, and developing a "new type of soda soy milk" with strange materials.
"Without me, Xing would be so lonely doing all this all by herself..." She sighed softly, gazing at the blue sky that Luofu had created.
At least in Pinocchio's dreams, there should be trash in the bins, right? What's missing in reality, should at least be made up for in dreams!
Unfortunately, ever since she was "invited" to Luofu, she has toned down her antics in order to regain her freedom as soon as possible.
The Taibu Si spent days adjusting the Qiong Guan Formation, and Bai Lu from the Dan Ding Si was also forbidden from frequently coming to play with him—euphemistically called "the need for rigorous diagnosis and treatment."
Even when she played Qiongyu cards with Qingque, the other party complained that she couldn't remember the rules and her playing was completely haphazard.
And so, at this moment, the following scene unfolded on the bluestone pavement of Changletian—
A pretty but slightly disheveled girl was rolling around on the ground, completely lacking any decorum.
"Gurgle...gurgle...gurgle gurgle...gurgle..."
"Blue Kite—!"
A familiar voice, tinged with helplessness and sternness, rang out.
Qingyuan paused in her rolling motion, lifted her dusty face from the ground, and blinked.
Beside the anchor point stood two people. The one sighing and rubbing her forehead was March 7th, while the one pushing up his glasses and looking at her with a complicated expression was Walter Young.
"Uncle Yang! March!"
Qingyuan's eyes lit up instantly. She sprang up like a carp and pounced on Walter, hugging his leg.
"You guys finally came to rescue me! March, did you come here to try the new soda soy milk? Where's Xing? Does Xing not want me anymore?"
March 7th stomped her foot angrily: "You haven't given up on that terrifying drink plan yet! We came here specifically to pick you up after receiving the news!"
Xing stayed at Pinocchio to handle some follow-up matters... Hey, you should let go of Uncle Yang's legs first!
Walter gently pressed Qingyuan's shoulder to steady her, his gaze sweeping over her slightly disheveled appearance. He sighed, "It seems you've really been bored these past few days in Luofu."
"It's more than just boring!" Qingyuan grabbed his sleeve, her eyes sincere and aggrieved.
"Uncle Yang, with your authority as a judge of reason, you can surely uncover the truth and prove my innocence, right? Let's leave here quickly!"
How did you know? But Walter ultimately didn't ask.
This child has shown a tendency to foresee things from the very beginning; it must be some kind of ability she possesses.
"That's exactly why I'm here." Walter pushed up his glasses and looked at the Tabushi personnel waiting not far away. "The Tabushi of Luofu has agreed to let me participate in the analysis and verification of the Qiong Guan Array."
"As long as I can provide enough evidence to convince them, I can take you away."
"Yay!"
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Looking back at the battle formation, runes flowed and shimmered.
Walter stood outside the formation, a faint light, like a stream of data, flickering in his eyes. The power of the Herrscher of Reason quietly operated, analyzing the structure and logic of this ancient formation.
"To use mere speculation about a possible future scenario as the basis for a judgment?" He frowned slightly. "How can that be considered conclusive evidence?"
Fu Xuan stood in the main position, his Dharma Eyes radiating a calm light: "This formation has been modified. Now, anchored by the power of the 'End' destiny, what it presents will only be a 'result' that actually existed, not an illusory possibility."
Just then, a flash of light appeared above the formation, and a virtual projection suddenly appeared—short gray hair, wearing headphones, with a nonchalant expression.
Star Core Hunter, Silver Wolf.
"Hey, everyone's here." She even waved. "The Star Core Hunter made an 'outstanding contribution' to the upgrade and debugging of this formation, you know. I even personally optimized the core algorithm. How about it, want to praise me?"
Qingyuan stared in disbelief, pointing at the projection: "You...you're not a wanted criminal?"
How could you possibly help adjust the immortal ship's formation? Wait... could it be that you're the ones who tricked me into this?!
"That's right~" Silver Wolf said, hands on his hips, his tone even a little smug, "I'm the one who 'betrayed' you!"
Qingyuan felt as if struck by a heavy blow; her shoulders slumped, her head hung low, and her voice was filled with disbelief and despair: "You actually betrayed me, Silver Wolf. I truly feel sorry for you..."
No, I mean I didn't lead anyone astray from Eriol's storyline... Why are you doing this to me? I clearly... liked you so much..."
"Is that what you call liking? You're clearly—!" Silver Wolf stopped mid-sentence, then rubbed his forehead. "Forget it, I'm not going to argue with you about this."
You call turning Onphalus into an "eternal paradise" not deviating from the script? That's way off the mark!
Did you know that Eriol went completely berserk after seeing this future?
Her expression became slightly more serious as she stared at Qingyuan: "Listen, we'll talk about what you want to do after the script is finished."
From now on, try to avoid hanging out with Xing as much as possible.
If things go wrong at the finish line, what's the point of all your previous efforts?
Qingyuan was speechless, inwardly groaning: What kind of fanfiction protagonist could force Elio to tear up the script so easily!
Even with all her strength, she couldn't overpower it; it seemed she had only made the Star Core Hunter work overtime. In conclusion, Elio's mechanics are too overpowered; those without Star God-level cheats should not touch it.
Fu Xuan and Jing Yuan did not pay attention to this interlude.
The light flashed again, and two figures were escorted to the front of the formation—the blond merchant Rakshasa and the former swordsman Jingliu with his cold gaze.
As the formation operated at full power, a scene of light and shadow unfolded.
Within the formation, "Su Chang," dressed in a sleek blue robe, stood high above, her eyes as cold as ice, and shouted sharply:
"Otto Apocalypse!"
Outside the formation, Walter Young's body trembled violently!
The footage inside the formation continues:
"You brought the reproductive remnants into the Immortal Ship, and then obtained the Golden Blood through the Immortal Ship Alliance, intending to incite a divine war... In the end, you turned around and wreaked havoc on Luofu, creating a situation of devastation!"
Rakshasa stood below, his expression still calm, even with a hint of regret: "Sword Master, please believe me, that was absolutely not our intention."
However, the final outcome might have been better without the intervention of the current general, wouldn't it?
The facts have proven that the "Insect Lord" at that time indeed possessed the potential to perish and bring about abundance. As someone who experienced it firsthand and held the 85th seat, she should understand this.
"Oh?" Su Chang was so angry she laughed. "So, I should praise you on behalf of the General and say 'Well done!'"
"To be frank," Rakshasa smiled slightly, "isn't exchanging a celestial vessel for the fall of abundance... a worthwhile trade?"
"What a steal! You LOVES!!!"
Outside the formation, Jing Yuan's temples were bulging with veins, his usual gentle and composed demeanor completely gone, and he was about to utter a string of profanities.
Startled, Yanqing quickly grabbed his arm: "General! General, please calm down! Show some restraint! That's the future, the future hasn't happened yet!"
The Rakshasa within the formation turned to the side, his gaze seemingly piercing through time and space, landing in the direction of Jing Yuan, and sighed leisurely:
"If that general had been willing to stand on our side sooner, perhaps we would have already found a way to destroy Fengrao."
It's a pity... Although he was hailed as the Divine Strategy General, with exceptional wisdom and foresight.
But this wisdom sometimes clouded his judgment, causing him and his successor to act impulsively and fail to prioritize important matters.
Su Chang suppressed her anger: "You mean, stopping you from using Luofu and Jianmu as sacrifices?"
"Exactly." Luo Sha nodded, his tone carrying a hint of regret. "Let's talk about his disciple, Yunqi Xiaowei Yanqing."
Due to certain unavoidable circumstances, I indirectly caused the death of his master, and he has harbored resentment for hundreds of years, pursuing me to this day.
Sigh, how can I put this—he lost his master, but he still has me, doesn't he?
I could have helped him, and walked with him on the path of abundant hunting, just as I had helped his master.
He suddenly chuckled and shook his head, saying self-deprecatingly, "Look, as I was talking, I got carried away with my emotions. That's not good."
In short, I myself serve as a negative example in the matter of that general. Lord Sword Master, you might as well take this as a warning.
Oh, Yanqing Xiaowei is listening too, isn't he? Please allow me to apologize to him for not letting him have a pleasant time back then..."
Outside the formation, Yan Qing's eyes were bloodshot, his sword intent soaring to the sky. Jing Yuan, on the contrary, became the one holding him down: "Yan Qing! Calm down! That's the future! It hasn't happened yet!"
On the other side of the field, Walter's face was terribly gloomy.
Every word Otto utters in the mirror is like a sharp knife scraping across old scars.
Finally, as Rakshasa uttered the words, "I didn't let him have a pleasant time..."—
Terrifying vortexes of gravity suddenly appeared around Walter Yang!
Space distorted, light collapsed, and a pitch-black hole that seemed capable of devouring everything suddenly formed, carrying the power of laws that could crush everything, and blasted towards the Rakshasa within the formation!
"Destruction—or being destroyed! You have no choice!"
This attack was unrestrained, the power of the Herrscher of Reason mixed with hundreds of years of pent-up anger, enough to instantly tear the formation apart and affect the entire Qiongguan Formation Platform!
A close call!
A crimson spear shadow streaked through space like a meteor, arriving first despite being delayed, and precisely blocking the black hole!
Hua lightly clapped his left palm, and a supple yet irresistible force slammed into Walter, sending him, along with the lingering aftershocks of the black hole, out of the barrier of the Luofu Immortal Ship.
In the distant starry sky, the faint aftershocks of an explosion could be heard.
The battle platform was in complete disarray, and the protective barrier erected by Fu Xuan flickered intermittently.
On the majestic jade dome of Luofu, a shockingly large crack has appeared, and starlight from the outside world is flowing in through the crack.
Jing Yuan stared at the hole, remained silent for two seconds, and slowly raised his hand to press his brow.
"...The people from the Construction Bureau and the Shipbuilding Bureau will be working overtime tonight."
Qingyuan looked up at the crack, then glanced at the still-shaken crowd around her, and quietly shrank behind March 7.
Finally, after the image stabilized, Rakshasa said something.
"■■■■, I'm not lying."
Upon hearing this, Hua suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and wanted to send Luo Sha flying as well, but fortunately he managed to restrain himself in the end.
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Pinocchio, a corner of a dream.
Xing squatted beside a spotless trash can, her eyes resolute. Beside her, a small bird fluttered its wings.
"There was no trash in the Pinocchio trash can."
Xing solemnly declared, "This is unreasonable. Pioneer Bird, let's join forces and create a dream world filled with trash!"
"Chirp chirp!"
"If that happens, we'll get arrested."
Xing heard the voice and turned around. A girl with pink hair and bright red eyes stood not far away, looking at her tenderly.
The power of memories surrounding her surged, rewriting the pioneers' understanding.
That was close! I was almost stopped by Kafka's pre-set Word of Power. How did I accidentally hurt my own troops?!
"You're back again? Firefly!"
"it's me."
"Firefly" approached, her voice softening, "This time, I have something very important to tell you."
This concerns the galaxy... and your future, and Miss Qingyuan.
"Qingyuan?" Xing stood up. "What happened to her?"
"Firefly" became serious: "'We' devised a plan to take Qingyuan off the train."
This is the final moment—if you asked her what she wanted to do, the answer would definitely be "yes".
Therefore, we are giving you the right to choose.
She held up two fingers.
"Firstly, let Qingyuan come back and travel with you. With her there, the ending will always be happy."
But the price is... in order to shield her from the world's tragic blade, she will suffer countless wounds both physically and mentally.
Ultimately, before reaching the finish line, filled with resentment, regret, and worry... it passed away.
Xing was silent for a moment. She recalled the way Qing Yuan sighed and lamented before the Rift Realm when she was in Belloberg;
I remember her staying up all night to turn everyone's experiences into a game called "Honkai Impact: Star Railway", saying, "As long as this game becomes popular, many people will definitely travel to Belleburg."
I remember how she was always the first to rush over when everyone was injured, saying things like "These are valuable battle-damaged materials," but she was always faster than anyone else.
"Indeed," Xing said softly, "she's always like that... taking other people's worlds so seriously."
She paused for a moment, then said, "My suggestion is to buff the Trail Blazers in the game."
"Firefly" chuckled: "I often play too... Wait, don't interrupt."
She stopped smiling.
"There is a second option: let her stay in Luofu."
She will live happily with the people she loves, and her life will become vibrant and colorful.
But the entire train crew... will have to face much pain and tragedy.
Xing looked up at the artificial starry sky of Pinocchio. Choosing someone else's fate felt awful.
But if it's Qingyuan... if it's the one who always hopes for happiness and perfection and is unwilling to accept pain...
"I choose option two."
Xing said softly, yet clearly, "Let her be happy. After all, she deserves to live happily, doesn't she?"
"Firefly" looked at her and nodded gently. I think if it were you, you would definitely choose option two.
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From Luofu, one can observe the entire battlefield from afar.
Qingyuan was clinging to Sanyueqi's leg, pleading, "Little Sanyue, why don't you stay with me for a few days? Just a few days!"
"Alright, alright, we'll come back to see you often." March 7th patted her back helplessly. "Let go, I still need to go find Uncle Yang."
"No, no, I want to hug you a little longer." Qingyuan buried her face in her waist, her voice muffled.
"Fine, whatever you say this time."
"Whatever, let me lick it... Ugh!!"
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Dan Ding Si, a quiet room filled with the aroma of medicinal herbs.
Qingyuan slowly woke up.
Sunlight streamed through the window and fell warmly on her face.
"You're awake?" Bai Lu's voice rang out from the side, her dragon tail swaying gently. "You fainted again. I thought it was just another excuse you used to sneak into the Dan Ding Division."
I didn't expect I'd actually faint this time.
Qingyuan propped herself up and rubbed her temples: "How long... have I been unconscious?"
"It wasn't long, just a few hours." Bai Lu leaned closer, looking her over curiously. "After Miss Sanyue brought you here, she said that neither of us could bear to part, so she left first."
Qingyuan looked down at her hands. A faint warmth still lingered in her palms, as if someone had held them tightly.
I feel empty inside, as if I've forgotten something very important.
"...Is that so?" she said softly, looking out the window at the eternal artificial blue sky of Luofu.
The sky there remained the same, peaceful and bustling, seemingly no different from before she woke up.
But why did she always feel... that something was different?
"Why did March go to such lengths this time!"