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The end result was that Asdna's 'book' was destroyed, with its shattered 'pages' scattered and mixed together in a chaotic mess.
This is the process that Qiong needs.
The final step of the plan was the most difficult, and even someone as powerful as Qiyana was helpless, since Qiong didn't really want to destroy the Asdna system.
This is something only Tom and Jerry can do; it requires the real Tom and Jerry.
Tom and Jerry, under the control of the stars and the dome, are both helpless.
The tattered 'pages' were collected and reorganized, with some minor adjustments made in the process.
then……
"—Reshape the world and all its phenomena for us!"
The voice of the Son of Order on Sunday, like the melodious and solemn tolling of a set of chimes, resounded throughout the world.
The fragile dream of oneness that he initially constructed with the chorus of the choir and the Sunday of God has long been shattered in the fierce battle of the plural messengers.
The creatures of the twelve o'clock hour had already awakened, but few of them made a sound.
They were either terrified, horrified, terrified, or dumbfounded.
It clearly demonstrates what constitutes the various forms of sentient beings.
At this very moment, billions of beings witnessing this battle of gods can hear this solemn declaration.
As a result, they became even more bewildered and helpless, their fear and helplessness intensified, they wanted to escape but had nowhere to run, and the commotion and chaos spread rapidly like wildfire.
"Don't panic, I'll take care of it."
Suddenly, a clear and resonant voice rang out from a young man, echoing in all directions.
Countless panicked and scrambling people, filled with terror, looked up at the savior who had suddenly appeared in the sky.
His figure, through a strange refraction of time and space, was reflected in everyone's eyes.
He was a young man with bright golden eyes and gray hair that swayed in the wind.
"I am the First Commander of the Sunday Order God, my brother-in-law, and the Pope of the Seven-Day Holiday Church—Qiong."
A single sentence, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, caused a torrential downpour of golden rain to fall across the entire planet of the Twelve Hours.
Sunday?
Isn't that the head of the Oak family, the brother of Robin, the superstar of the galaxy?
Sunday's name is known to everyone in Pinocchio; you can hear his name anywhere along the street.
On Earth, he'd be the top leader of one of the five major rogue states, and the brother of a globally renowned female pop star—who wouldn't know that?
But what is the God of Order called?
And, brother-in-law!?
When did Miss Robin get married?!
At this moment, countless Robin fans stared wide-eyed, their eyes bulging with fury, their hearts burning with rage, forgetting even their own predicament.
Non-robin fan groups are more concerned about the other identity mentioned by the young man in this statement: the Pope of the Seven Days Church.
What kind of religion is that?
That sounds... pretty good!
How do I join?
"The Seven-Day Religion, with the God of Order on Sunday, deeply understands the suffering of all beings, their confusion when they are lost, their frustration when things don't go their way, and even their despair... All of this makes Him feel deeply for them and pierce His heart."
"To help us find the true meaning of happiness, it is not the extravagant talk of celebrities and nobles, but the way of life that belongs to every ordinary person."
"He created the first heaven in this world."
"A paradise, a blessing for all beings!"
"People no longer need to make bitter choices, no longer need to confront the darkness and weaknesses of human nature, and no longer need to abandon the ingrained habit of struggling to survive like wild beasts."
"Without spending money, worrying about housing prices, or working 996, 007, or even 955, the meaning of labor will return to its essence, pure and fulfilling, allowing one to spend a peaceful, joyful, and happy life in the eternal seven-day weekend."
"Anyone who sincerely prays can be guided into the primordial heaven and into this eternal paradise that belongs to mankind!"
Qiong's voice, with its intonation and rhythm, was somewhat like that of an orator, gradually becoming more impassioned, yet still imbued with the solemnity and holiness befitting a pope.
"what!?"
"real or fake?"
"Seven-day weekend?!? A permanent break?"
"Heaven! It really is heaven!"
"Does this mean we'll never have to work again!?"
"No money? No room fee?! You can stay in this dream world forever?!"
"This...this can't be a scam, can it?!"
The moment Qiong Hua finished speaking, hundreds of billions of tourists and locals across the entire Twelve Hours Planet went wild, even ignoring the strange phenomena in the cosmic sky caused by the battle between the envoys.
Exclamations, doubts, ecstasy, and incredulous shouts... all these voices intertwined to create a boiling ocean of excitement.
Can I truly find happiness?
A child with his eyes closed, only his upper body visible, was also gazing at the sky and murmuring to himself.
She was born with a disability; her blindness could not be treated or restored through technological means.
The price of the long lifespan of the Celestial Ship people is that their physical condition is predetermined from birth.
Physical appearance, intelligence, height... all of these are permanently fixed in our blood and genes from the moment we are born.
She was the only one.
There are also many disabled people whose disabilities can be corrected through technology and surgery, but all of these require money!
A homeless man separated from his wife and children, a working-class man suppressed to the limit by so-called strongmen who are born to inherit the family business.
An elderly woman was forced to become homeless after being fined 1 billion yuan by a judge for a single sentence she uttered.
The doctor, who was arrested by the powerful force behind the company he supported for exposing the harmful effects of health products sold to the elderly, was released under pressure from public opinion in the galaxy. However, during his time in detention, he had long been worn down by the torment that made him wish he were dead, and developed severe depression.
His family used the wealth he had previously saved to send him on a trip to Pinocchio in an attempt to help him recover.
Many people suffering from terminal illnesses, believing they don't have much time left, come to Pinocone to spend their final days.
People who spend their entire lives at the bottom, working diligently like cogs in a machine, toiling away for capitalists and tycoons, while enduring inflation and deflation, and struggling with stagnant vegetable and commodity prices, using their wages to pay off car loans, mortgages, student loans, interstellar credit loans, and Alipay's Huabei (a Chinese online payment platform).
At this moment, countless gazes focused on the gray-haired youth in the sky, their eyes filled with a mixture of the last glimmer of hope and deep weariness.
"Sure, anyone can!"
Qiong opened her arms and raised them.
"Anyone can enter the Primordial Paradise if they are willing, and if this desire comes from the depths of their soul!"
"No one will force you to face the pressures of life, nor will anyone force you to move forward, to explore, or to crash into a cruel future."
"Of course, if you find the happiness in heaven monotonous and tasteless, and want to charge against the windmill of life again, you can leave on the first day of each year, as long as the thought comes from your heart."
The beginning of heaven—this is the dimension that Tom and Jerry singled out when organizing the background.
It is a dimension that is parallel to, yet independent of, Pinocchio's reality and dreams.
Whether in reality or in a dream, as long as the human mind resonates and is touched enough through memory, it can transcend the boundaries of dimensions and reach the primordial paradise.
It's somewhat similar to entering the original dream world of Dream Reef from the surface dream world.
That dimension is a dream, even if it's reality.
You can come and go freely, but the time is fixed and you will be subject to screening.
Similar to harmonic tuning, except this time it's the ironclad law of order.
The billions of living beings who witnessed the miracle listened to the tale told by the heavens, gazing at the sky in disbelief.
The world fell silent for a few seconds.
And then.
It's completely blown up!
The entire dream galaxy exploded.
The crowd was in a frenzy, cheering and shouting, their voices filled with fervor and excitement.
Countless people even collapsed to their knees, tears streaming down their faces, and frantically kowtowed and worshipped the Seven Days of the Sunday in the sky, and the hazy and sacred philosophical fetus, the God of Order Sunday, in the distance.
"Seven days off! Seven days off! Seven days off!"
"Primordial Paradise!"
"God! Thank you for your mercy!"
"Your Holiness the Pope, the Savior from Suffering!"
An unprecedented and intense resonance spontaneously arose at this moment, like an invisible tide, echoing in every corner of the Asdna galaxy. It was the tremor of billions of thoughts returning to the same hope.
"Ah, this..."
Inside the Pinocchio Grand Theatre, the train crew, Fireflies, Portio, Black Swan, and even Fireworks stared in astonishment at the earth-shattering spectacle created by Dome and Sunday, all frozen in a daze.
"Hahaha...hahaha...hahahaha—!"
After a brief moment of surprise, the fireworks went completely out of control, culminating in laughter that nearly lifted the theater's dome.
She lay sprawled on the smooth dome structure, rolling around without any regard for her image, clutching her stomach tightly with both hands, laughing uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face, and even struggling to breathe at one point, as if she were about to laugh herself to death.
She kicked one leg into the air, sending her delicate wooden clog flying and revealing her jade-like foot.
Her wooden clogs fell to the ground with a thud some distance away, but she didn't care at all.
"This is so interesting! This is so interesting!"
"..."
A Meng's lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to comment on this absurd scene.
But in the end, she chose to remain silent.
I said—
Qiong spoke again.
With just two words, the entire bustling and noisy Dream Galaxy fell into complete silence. All living beings held their breath, waiting with utmost devotion for the Pope to continue.
"Let there be light, and let there be seven days of rest."
As the stars faded, the boundless radiance of order descended, gently yet irresistibly illuminating the entire galaxy.
The first ray of light at the beginning of the world reappeared in the world.
This is called—
"The Primordial Light!"
A solemn and majestic voice rang out at the opportune moment on Sunday, as if adding a footnote to this miracle.
Divine grace is boundless, and sacred sounds resonate.
In the beginning, the words of the Old Testament, the divine light of order shone upon the mountains and rivers of the ten directions.
From heaven to earth, from east to west and north to south.
In a galaxy tainted by nothingness, light and order usher in a new era.
Boundless light illuminates the galaxies, leaving only a vast expanse of pure white in the world.
The chaotic world suddenly fell silent, with only the harmonious order playing a celestial melody that illuminates all things. No matter where one is or what kind of being one is, a light and shadow appear in one's field of vision under the resonance of the tune.
It was a Sunday when he was bound to a cross by golden thorns.
As he initially stated, building an eternal paradise would come at a price—a personal and eternal martyrdom for him.
"No, brother!"
The real robin covered its beak, its eyes blurry with tears.
But she saw that Sunday looked at her with incredibly gentle and doting eyes, smiled at her, and showed no pain or regret on his face, only a peaceful and contented expression of having gotten what he wanted.