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Xing's answer was firm and resounding, drawing surprised glances from the shop assistant who was adjusting his tie.

That's right! That's exactly it!

[Take it with you, embark on your journey, use your future experiences as the chisel, and your future achievements as embellishments, to sculpt it into the most dazzling gem.]

Xing's expression instantly became incredibly solemn. She held the ordinary-looking staff in both hands, as if she were crowning a sacred object:

"I will name you the Edgeless Sword!"

Amidst the shop assistant's complex gaze—a mixture of "Is this girl a little crazy?" and "Oh well, the customer is always right"—Xing paid for the "sword without an edge."

Originally, the items that came out of the treasure chest should have belonged to the great pioneers, but what about the money?

What money?

Unfortunately, the shop assistant felt wronged, and since it wasn't much money, Xing gave it to her.

[Wow~ This is practically the meaning of travel! Maybe you could go dye your hair blonde!]

That's right, triggering dialogue events is a characteristic of this type of treasure chest.

Stepping out of the shop, Xing stared at the cane, lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about now?"

"I think we should get another Jeep."

Xing seemed to be deep in thought.

"indeed."

Qiong immediately understood what Xing was thinking, and he nodded.

"But there are no low-end Jeeps here, only streamlined luxury hover shuttles."

Qiong's words were undoubtedly a heavy blow, shattering Xing's illusions.

Xing's shoulders slumped instantly, her face filled with the grief and indignation of shattered dreams:

"Damn it! The Cane Aliens don't have their own jeep monsters, is that even fair?"

"No! I need to find a Jeep!"

Standing in the middle of the bustling, golden hour street, Xing suddenly raised his bladeless sword high, pointing it to the sky, his voice rising with a tragic yet somewhat childish fervor:

"My spear has been dulled by the heavy rain."

"My warhorse is rusty too."

She tapped the sky with her cane, indicating that it was her rusty warhorse.

"But my charge is a Don Quixote-like charge!"

"The windmill called life!"

"I challenge you to a three-hundred-round battle!"

"Three hundred rounds!"

Amidst the varied gazes of countless passersby, including several members of the family hounds, Xing, holding his bladeless sword aloft, resembled a knight charging towards a windmill.

With an air of serious illness, it roared and charged into the heart of Pinocchio's bustling and dreamlike streets.

Qiong shook her head as she watched the hound family members chase after them.

While the Star Core Essence is in its prime, let's start sweeping up the treasure chests!

"Activate the super transformation form."

Qiong does a somersault and turns into Jerry.

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Volume 1: Chapter 551 Monocle

As the most renowned dreamland in the entire galaxy, Pinocchio's Dreamland always gives any first-time visitor an unparalleled shock and surprise.

Surprises from all sides.

And scale is undoubtedly one of the most direct impacts.

The dream consists of twelve moments, each with a surface area comparable to a standard planet in the real world.

Even in its golden age, its vastness would probably be no less than that of the Earth.

In another corner of this vast dream.

"My friend, how are you feeling?"

On the edge of a pavilion over 300 meters high, a figure was leisurely swinging her legs. She had her signature pigtails tied up, and her hair flowed like a river as she shook her head.

Her small wooden clogs were half-off and half-on, revealing a pair of jade-like feet that looked even more lustrous under the neon lights.

Like the most perfect porcelain in the world, the toenails were dyed with a light cherry blossom color made from crushed balsam flowers, and the pale blue veins on the instep were faintly visible, like the spring stream seeping under the ice-cracked porcelain.

Her slightly curled toes added a touch of playfulness.

Hanabi rested her chin on her hand, smiling as she looked back.

"Honestly, this is very interesting."

The one who responded to her was a young girl leaning against the carved railing.

Her shoulder-length, jet-black hair was gently stirred by the night breeze, swaying softly, with a slightly curled strand falling just over the delicate monocle on her right eye.

Behind the glasses, a pair of deep eyes pierced through the hair and lenses, looking down with great interest at the brightly lit amusement park below.

"It is similar to the abilities of the Dark Path Sequence 7 Nightmare, yet completely different."

A clear, bell-like sound rang out from the girl's mouth.

“The origin of dreams is not simply a collection of subconscious thoughts, but more like… a mixture of ethereal and spiritual forces, yet it is not quite the same, and its rules are unique and stable.”

"Oh~?"

She stood up, stretched, and skipped over to A-Meng, casually draping her elbow over A-Meng's delicate shoulder.

"Oh my gosh~ The world you described is really piquing my curiosity!"

She leaned closer, her cherry blossom-colored eyes curving into crescents, her breath carrying a sweet scent:

"If one day you really find your way home, you must tell me right away, okay?"

"As your first and best friend in this world, you would definitely give them a warm welcome if they came to visit, right?"

"For example...giving someone a few fun high-sequence sealed artifacts as a souvenir~?"

Hanabi's smile was radiant, and her cherry blossom-colored eyes sparkled with undisguised anticipation.

"Okay~"

A Meng's lips slowly curved into a smile, filled with pure joy.

"Okay~"

Hanabi immediately cheered and jumped for joy like a child who had received candy, her twin ponytails swung wildly, and her wooden clogs made a crisp and cheerful clattering sound on the floor.

Just look at her lively spirit, she's just like an innocent and carefree girl next door who looks forward to playing at her best friend's house.

A-Meng laughed along.

A fleeting, elusive light seemed to shimmer in the crystal lens amidst her joyful laughter.

"Oh, right."

Fireworks suddenly stopped jumping, put her hands behind her back, and with amazing flexibility tilted her delicate body to the side at almost 90 degrees.

Cherry blossom eyes, filled with an inquisitive smile, focused on A-Meng's right eye, on the crystal-carved, exquisitely chained monocle.

"You really don't know the God of Music?"

"do not know."

A-Meng raised her hand and gracefully adjusted the monocle on her right eye socket.

"Everyone else is wearing masks, but you're wearing a monocle, that's so unique~ It's hard for people not to suspect that you have some special relationship with that funny guy~?"

Hanabi lightly touched her cherry lips with her slender fingers, deliberately blinking her big eyes and striking a pose as if she were 'very curious'.

This new friend of hers, with her extraordinary background, actually found the tavern on her own the other day and even stole someone's mask...

This is so interesting!

Aside from those tricked by the Fools, this seems to be the first case of someone coming to the Fools' place on their own and even stealing from them, much to the amusement of everyone in the tavern.

"I didn't lie to you."

A-Meng stroked her chin and smiled with great interest: "After all, I'm also very interested in the 'God of Fun' you mentioned."

The Star Goddess of Pleasure, Aha, is suspected to be the culprit who brought this avatar into this world.

Its status is at least at the level of a pillar in the past, and may even be higher.

Even beings like God and the Lord of Mysteries seem powerless to simply throw living beings into another completely different multiverse... Perhaps only the original Creator possesses such power?

However, according to the information about the Star Gods that A-Meng collected in this world, most of the Star Gods, although displaying vast power, are still roughly within the range of the ancient level.

Is it related to the so-called breadth of one's destiny?

But in any case, A-Meng should thank Him.

"Waitress~"

The sound of fireworks interrupted Amon's thoughts.

She skipped back to the carved round table and greeted me in an incredibly sweet voice, "Could you please get me a Peach Cherry Blossom Ether Extract? I'd like it with ice, please! Thank you!"

A short while later, a waitress brought over a glass of iced drink with a unique design, featuring a gradient of bright red and pink.

The waiter placed the drinks on the round table in front of the fireworks display.

"30 alfalfa coins, miss."

"...Hey, I thought it was provided for free!"

Looking at the waitress's monocle on her right eye, Hanabi muttered softly, looking aggrieved.

Her gaze drifted to the waiter's monocle on his right eye, then to Ah Meng's, as if she were silently accusing him of something.

In the end, she reluctantly reached out and rummaged around in the barely visible cleavage beneath the neckline of the kimono, pulling out a few coins with clover leaf patterns and placing them on the table with a clatter.

Thank you for your patronage. May you have a wonderful dream here.

The waitress, wearing a monocle, put away the money with a professional smile and turned to leave.

"Hey, I'm talking to you..."

Fireworks stirred the dreamlike liquid in her glass with a delicate silver spoon, then abruptly asked a question to the person at the next table without looking up, her tone rather irritable.

"Is your way of attracting girls' attention just staring at them? It's been almost half a system hour already."

"To be precise, it was 45 minutes."

Upon hearing this, Hanabi lazily raised her eyes and glanced over, a mocking smile playing on her lips:

"Oh, little peacock... it certainly has beautiful eyes!"

She picked up a small pastry from A-Meng's plate, deftly twirled it a few times on her fingertips, and then precisely tossed it into her mouth:

"Hometown...Zigonian?"

Would you like further hints?

Sand Gold slowly turned around, his face bearing that signature flippant smile: "Want more hints? Like, that I'm an Evgeny Honey Man?"

"Hmm~"

Hanabi gave a perfunctory hum, crossed her legs, and languidly basked in the sun like a cat.

"My eyes aren't as good as yours, but I'm not blind~"

The tone shifted abruptly, Hanabi's sweet voice crackling with icy malice, "Who in the entire universe doesn't know you Tzegannes? Born liars, thieves... Oh, sorry!"

Hanabi seemed to have just remembered something, abruptly covering her mouth, turning to face A-Meng with an apologetic smile, her big eyes blinking:

"They weren't talking about you, honey~"