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"Haha, please forgive me, the Star Core is indeed real, but Mikhail's wealth is nothing but gossip and rumors."

Mikhail smiled and shook his head:

"I have been moving forward all my life, trying my best to break through the obstacles that blocked my way. My body is like a broken-down locomotive, and in the end, I have left no property worth entrusting."

"If you were to ask what remains in this dilapidated locomotive that could be considered a legacy... it would only be the things that are still burning in the engine furnace."

"I've left you with a story and two gifts."

"Come with me."

The train crew followed Misha's steps, passing through the time corridor where stories were playing.

People walked from the future to the past.

Mikhail moves from the past to the future.

“Mishail/Ragwalk/Watchmaker/Old Man, where are you going?”

This call seemed to permeate his entire life.

From the innocent steps of childhood onto the train to the spirited exploration of the galaxy in adolescence;

From his youth, alongside his close friends Tirnan and Lazarina, he chose to stay in Asdna, fighting for the freedom of others and personally participating in the construction of the original Pinocene.

In middle age, he witnessed the passing of two pioneering partners, yet he still steadfastly upheld his pioneering beliefs and has been fighting for this dreamland ever since.

Even in his later years, he resolutely exposed the shadows of his family, and looking back on this turbulent life, this question always haunted him.

His voice changed from childish to aged, his back went from a pen to a stoop, but his steps never stopped.

"Is this the real nameless guest?"

At this moment, Miss Hatto is extremely grateful.

Pinocone was his first pioneering journey.

"Seriously, that's so romantic! And so cool!"

This is why she had to leave Sky City!

This is the path she longs for!

Haitu announces that from today onwards, Mikhail will be one of his idols!

"Grandpa Mishail..."

As Bai hope gazed at the stories of Mikhail flowing through the corridor of time, her eyes were already blurry with tears, which kept overflowing from her eyes.

Even Black Seele in the mental space was unusually silent, not jumping out to scold her as a "crybaby" as usual.

Hmph, stop crying.

Hei hope's voice sounded somewhat muffled.

[Oh dear, I think I saw Seele secretly sniffing.]

Sitting on Bai hope's blue and white fairytale princess chair, Qiong Xi'er looked at the person beside her with a teasing expression.

[Nonsense! I didn't cry! You don't think this kind of experience can move me, do you? It's all because of that idiot Seele's influence!]

Yes, yes, yes~

Qiong Xier smiled, stretched out her slender arms, and gently pulled Nai hope into her arms, letting her face rest against her chest, her small hands gently stroking her soft black hair.

Seele is the best.

【You're an idiot too! You idiot, Seele! Don't you dare treat me like that idiot!】

"...Hold me tighter."

If it weren't for the milkshake in her hand that was distracting her, Qiong Xi'er would have almost been amused by Hei Xi's awkward, arrogant, and coquettish behavior.

"Huh??"

Just then, a melodious and ethereal song gently rang out in the corridor of time. Although the song was soft, it instantly captured everyone's attention.

Everyone looked in surprise toward the source of the sound—it was a robin that had already spread its dazzling wings and was singing softly with its eyes closed.

The harmonious glow behind her became exceptionally brilliant and bright.

The true meaning of harmony lies in the unity of purpose among all people.

All understanding, support, and cooperation are manifestations of harmony.

Compared to language, robins are more adept at using songs to express the most stirring emotions deep within their souls.

The watchmaker, Mikhail, truly gave so much to Pinocchio and the people here.

As a child who grew up in this dreamland, the robin feels obligated to dedicate this song of solace and praise to him.

Reaching the end of the Time Corridor, the group stepped out.

The surrounding scenery suddenly changed, as if the world had been transformed, leaving March 7th in a daze.

"here it is?"

She looked around and quickly recognized the place.

"Dream Reef..."

They were atop an ancient clock tower, and from the edge, they could clearly see the Source of Memory, which spun slowly like a black hole.

Where are we going?

Xing looked at the blue-haired boy walking at the front of the group, scratched his head, and asked.

However, upon hearing Xing's words, Mikhail's lips curled into a genuine and deeply gratified smile.

This time it's not 'Where are you going?' but 'Where are we going?'

Moonlight poured down like mercury, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, including the clockwork boy, the blue-haired youth slowly walked towards the bench.

Xing looked at his external brain and saw Qiong make a special movement. He raised his left arm and lowered his right arm, making his arms form a slanted straight line.

"The principle of regression?"

Xing blinked, as if she understood, and then made the same gesture.

In an instant, a warm golden light shimmered from her body.

"The hands of a clock go round and round, just like a person's confusion, troubles, weaknesses... swinging endlessly."

"But in the end, people still have to move forward."

"I have fought the good fight, and I have finished the way I had to go. From now on, it is your way. Make this imperfect Pinocchio into what you desire."

Misha and Mikhail's voices gradually merged together.

Under the moonlight, lying quietly on the bench, only the weathered and experienced watchmaker remained.

His symbolic hat rested calmly on his chest, as if quietly awaiting a successor to inherit his will.

As Xing stepped forward to pick up the hat, the Clock Boy jumped out and stopped her, loudly reminding her:

"Be careful, the watchmaker's legacy must not be touched directly, or you will be overwhelmed by endless harmonic power!"

"I have prepared a dream bubble for you, all you need to do is..."

"There's no need for that."

Xing spoke softly.

"Then what will you do?"

"It's simple, I'll just become Tom, won't I?"

Without hesitation, Xingxing activated her transformation, and in the blink of an eye, a blue shorthair cat named Tom appeared.

Star Tom stretched out his cat paw and grabbed the Pioneer Hat and the Clock Boy next to him, instantly melting them!

Her face was slightly obscured by the brim of her hat, and all that could be heard was her suddenly singing.

"In our youth, we basked in the spring sunshine, and set sail across time with our compasses."

"Joy and sorrow come and go like the waves, but I cherish freedom and guard my own place."

"Remembering the long river that built the dream city, the youthful days return without regrets."

"Now that the vicissitudes of life have faded from the dance pavilion, we look forward to the unbridled lives of all beings!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the fragment of Hipe's body that she had stuck to the back of Tom's head with her saliva actually fell off and merged with the Hat of Pioneers.

Hat, an epic upgrade!

At the same time, a crisp and pleasant notification sound rang in Qiong's mind.

[Exploration Mission: Go and find it! I've hidden all the treasures along the way! The Clockmaker's Legacy (Completed)]

[Reward: 180 Crystals]

Volume 1: Chapter 621 Are the Prophet and the Prison Goose a Colorful Bond?

"They came back faster than I expected... Is there a result?"

Gallagher stubbed out his cigarette, tossed it casually on the ground, and rubbed it back and forth with the tip of his shoe.

"Didn't you say you're a minor and can't smoke?"

Qiong glanced at the cigarette butt at Gallagher's feet and gave an irrelevant answer.

"If no one notices, it's not considered a violation, right?"

Gallagher shrugged noncommittally, his tone languid.

That's true.

Qiong nodded earnestly in agreement.

"It really is a ghost!"

"With that weathered face of his, this guy could just openly slap someone and nobody would stop him, right?"

March 7th and Haitu voiced their complaints in unison.

"Little brother/Uncle? What kind of strange address is that?"

Gallagher chuckled.

Click.

The flame flickered on the kerosene lighter, and he grasped the flame in his hand, magically lighting another cigarette.

"Now that his last wish has been fulfilled, my final task is complete."

Smoke curled upwards, swirling around Gallagher's slightly weathered face, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"However, don't take offense at my harsh words. Having fighting spirit is a good thing, but the path Mikhail has left for you is not easy..."

"Of course, with your numbers outnumbering us, plus those two completely unreasonable cats and mice... the outcome is really hard to predict."

As he spoke, his gaze drifted to Star Tom, a blue shorthair cat standing on two legs, dressed in a black suit and a dark blue shirt.

She had her eyes closed, her expression more profound and melancholic than ever before, and a cat's paw pressed Mikhail's hat tightly against her chest, exuding a solemn sense of mourning.

Although she didn't utter a word, everyone could clearly read a few words from her adorable cat-like face:

【Rui, did you see that?】

That's absolutely outrageous!

Even if all the fictional historians worked together to create a history, they couldn't come up with something so outrageous!

Why don't we go find the Yellow Springs Wife and have her deliver another blow? Whatever that Dream Master is plotting, we'll make him weep for the dead!

Star Tom abandoned his sorrowful demeanor and instead made a positive suggestion using a variety of expressive gestures.

"No." ×3

Himeko, Gallagher, and Robin almost unanimously rejected the idea.

"To mourn for the deceased? Then you really are mourning for the 'deceased'."

Gallagher's lips twitched involuntarily.

Are Mikhail's successors reliable or not?