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"Sambo, he's a bad guy... he has a conspiracy."

"You're overthinking it, Shiro." Sora ruffled his sister's hair and grinned, "What conspiracy could the Masked Fool have in Pinocchio? At most, they'll prank others or their own people for fun, but they won't do anything too outrageous."

Sora rested his chin in thought, "Come to think of it, there's something a little odd about this Sambo. Not only did he not recognize March Seven, but he even called her 'Sister'? Did he ever call her that back in Beloberg?"

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Sambo couldn't contain himself, his lips harder than AK's: "...Oh my God!"

"Oh my god..." Liuying was also shocked, "How did you become like this?!"

"Although Xing can only make a cool "hum," fortunately, she can be transformed back through the TV. Sambo asked her to complete the game inside, saying that she can get a mysterious prize."

"The game isn't difficult. When Xing transforms back into human form, she's got a pair of donut-shaped handcuffs in her hands. They're called—"A Moment of Freedom"."

"This is the last ingredient Sambo mentioned. The three of us came to Dr. Edward to experience the dream Sambo had last night. This dream bubble is customized with various emotional archetypes."

"What the Sanboto security guard took can be used here."

"After the dream bubble was formed, Xing and Liuying entered the dream together and came to the clinic in the lower part of Beloberg."

"The clinic was empty, with only a note on the table: Become the king of trash, even if the trash bag has already broken."

“Such familiar advice…”

"Sambo's voice rang out in the dream: "Don't worry about these details - if you ask me, you should go out and take a look. Be careful not to get scared!"

"Hearing this, Xing walked out of the room and saw that the streets of the lower district were filled with densely packed garbage cans... and people."

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A certain scientific railgun.

"puff--!!"

Shirai Kuroko sprayed all the black tea on the dormitory carpet. She grabbed Misaka Mikoto's pajamas sleeve tightly, and her shoulders shook wildly.

"Sister, sister!" Kuroko's voice trembled with laughter. "Hahaha... Why are there arms and legs growing out of trash cans? And in three colors: gold, silver, and bronze. Haha... Isn't Sambo's dream too interesting!?"

Misaka Mikoto's mouth twitched. "Could this be related to Xing's subconscious? I remember when she was in Beloberg, Xing really liked rummaging through the trash cans... Maybe she subconsciously wants to rule over all of Beloberg's trash cans?"

"I don't know, but this dream is surprisingly epic."

Kuroko moved in an instant, and the next second his head was resting on Mikoto's thigh, rubbing it with a look of enjoyment: "Onee-sama, do you want us to watch this tonight? This is much more fun than those boring third-rate movies~"

"Yes, yes."

A few flashes of electricity appeared beside Mikoto's bangs. "But only if you get up from my legs first."

Chapter 332: Pinocchio (Twenty-one)

““Nice to meet you, someone who is deeply immersed in dreams…””

"A silver-white trash can next to Xing suddenly spoke, startling Xing."

"My name is Shatana—I want to negotiate a deal with you."

"Xing: "Satana? What is your relationship with Natasha?"

"Who is Natasha? I suppose we've never met before," the trash can said seriously. "Let's get back to the point—have you ever heard of Tatarov, the 'King of Trash'?"

“He is our King and the Shepherd of all the waste in the world. He stands on the throne, supporting the humble barrel and suppressing the violent barrel; He is the foundation of the Beloberg, stabilizing the lid of our barrel and strengthening the barrel…”

"The trash can said that their king had been blinded by the cold wave and his actions had become increasingly incompetent, so they raised the banner of rebellion, hoping to make the trash king reform. However, they were ultimately defeated and even divided by malicious rumors. In short, they asked the stars to lead them to reunite and launch a counterattack against the false king on the throne."

"She only needs to obtain three 'proofs of trust' to form a garbage can alliance and become the new 'King of Garbage'."

"Even though Xing wanted to complain, he still followed its instructions and went to search."

"She saw a brave barrel on the roadside, blocked at the door. Confused, she asked Xing how to get in. Xing casually said "Open Sesame," and the door opened."

"It turns out this is an automatic sensor door, but it can't sense the trash can."

"The gate has opened... The rumors are true! You are the savior destined to defeat Tatarov! When you raise the banner of rebellion against Tatarov, I and the other trash cans will follow you!"

"As he said this, he pressed a heavy token of trust into Xing's hand."

"It's hard to explain why the trash can trusted her, but its trust was incredibly heavy."

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Dragon clan.

The lights of the love hotel were dim and ambiguous, and outside the window, the sound of rain fell in Tokyo. Lu Mingfei lay back on the soft sofa, staring at the noisy group of garbage can people in the sky, his mouth twitching.

"What the hell is going on..." he muttered softly.

Beside her, Eri lay in bed, her long red hair cascading across the white sheets, her legs swaying. She stared intently at the sky, and when she saw the trash cans saluting the stars, she suddenly smiled. The girl's smile was faint, like a ripple in a glass of sake, fleeting, but leaving behind a delicate silver glow in the moonlight.

She suddenly picked up the small notebook on the bed sheet beside her and wrote down seriously: "I want to play in a dream like this."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head. “That’s Pinocchio, and this absurd dream…” He wanted to say that this dream was just like a nonsensical and cheesy script that Finger improvised while eating instant noodles in the middle of the night, but Eri’s expectant look made him change his tune. “Well, you can actually play games. There are a lot of similar things in games.”

Eri blinked and wrote again, "Sakura, play with me?"

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings in the morning light. Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered that morning at Sensoji Temple, when she had looked at him in the same way.

"Okay, okay..." He stammered, fumbling for his phone. "What exactly are we going to do? How about we go shopping together later? And then we can grab some Wumu fried rice."

Eri leaned in gently, her hair scented with the faint scent of cherry blossoms. She drew a crooked smiley face on the notebook and added, "Dreams are fun with Sakura."

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt his ears getting hot.

The sound of rain outside the window suddenly became distant, and the world became quiet... so quiet that he could only hear the "thumping" of his own heartbeat.

The Trash Can Door in the skylight was still discussing the topic of rebelling against the old king, and on this humid Tokyo night, Lu Mingfei suddenly felt that perhaps the most absurd thing was not Pinocchio's dream, but that he would actually meet such a girl who was willing to accompany him to watch the trash can in this strange city.

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"Having obtained two more 'proofs of trust' from the Trash Can Prince and Serious Bucket, Xing was finally able to rally the Trash Can coalition to rebel against this 'Tartarov'."

"Satana felt that Xing's determination should not be underestimated and decided to escort her to the Pillars of Creation to witness the future of the Trash Can People."

"In the blink of an eye, the scene of Star Dreamland shifted to the snowy landscape of the Pillars of Creation. Trash cans were scattered across the ground, their contents ripped out. It was a horrible sight."

"But strangely enough, Xing didn't see the so-called King of Garbage."

"Xing was wondering if he was being tricked, when suddenly—"

"boom!"

"Suddenly, a massive bomb flew through the air and exploded at her feet. The blast sent her flying, drawing a perfect parabola through the air. Then... she was firmly grasped by a large hand. When Xing took a closer look, she discovered that the so-called 'King of Trash' was actually Sambo!"

"And it's a super-sized version of Sambo!"

"Sanbo scoffed, tossing Xing aside. He then launched bombs recklessly, bombarding the garbage can coalition that was constantly charging towards him."

"Seeing more and more trash cans being blown up, sending garbage flying everywhere, Xing gritted his teeth and suddenly launched himself from the spot. He leaped up and transformed into a massive trash can as big as a mountain, throwing a powerful punch at Sambo!"

“Aa ...

"Just as the winner was about to be revealed, the dream was suddenly stopped by something, and the urgent voice of the firefly could be heard in the air."

“Wait, wait a minute! This is too ridiculous—?!”

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Teyvat.

At night, Yae-do was bathed in warm light. Paper lanterns hung from the eaves swayed gently in the evening breeze, casting dappled shadows. But Yae-shinko's mood wasn't so warm at the moment. Instead, she felt a strong sense of unhappiness.

"Miss Liuying's interruption was really inappropriate..."

The image on the sky screen froze at the moment when the giant trash can transformed by Xing swung its fist, and the dream came to an abrupt end.

She turned her gaze towards the two special authors who were sitting upright in Yaedou. They had been called here in advance by Yaedou Palace Master to discuss the dream of Pinocchio and the source material for Yaedou's light novels.

"I plan to let Yaedou continue writing this story. Would you both like to give me some ideas?" His eyes swept over the two authors, and they couldn't help but shudder.

"Well, I think... we could write it this way." The male writer wearing round glasses pushed up his lenses. "We could introduce the 'dream within a dream' setting. Xing's punch didn't hit Sambo, but shattered the dream, sending everyone falling to the second level of the 'garbage dream'. However, the second level can lead to the third level... Each level has its own twists and turns. The final dream is a perfect world of garbage can people, and Xing can decide for herself whether to stay in the dream."

"This work could be called... 'The Barrel Room'! It could even tie into the Pinocchio theme of 'dreams'! It's sure to be a hit!"

Chapter 333: Pinocchio (Twenty-Two)

“That’s so cliché!”

Another famous female writer with a high ponytail suddenly slammed the table and said, "This is how it should be written: At the moment Xing raised her fist to Tatarov, Tatarov suddenly burst into tears and confessed his love!"

The fried tofu in the Son of God's hand fell to the ground with a "pop".

"So all this was done to attract Xing's attention! Those oppressed trash can people were all actors! And when Xing's fist pierced his chest, Tatarov gradually degenerated into a golden trash can and tried to reach out to Xing's hand. When Xing panicked and pulled his hand out from his chest, he found that his palm was full of warm ketchup..."

"If the editor-in-chief is satisfied, we can add a plot about stars chasing trash cans and crematoriums later—"

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Before the female writer could finish, Shen Zi interrupted her impatiently, "You may be closer to Pinocchio, but you are still far from humans. Okay, okay, that's enough for today. You all should go back and rest."

After the two of them left, Shen Zi suddenly looked at the screen beside him and smiled slightly: "Ying, which one do you like?"

The sweet aroma of dumpling milk wafted from behind the screen.

"...The second one." Lei Dianying's voice was muffled. "It's mainly because I can't imagine Sambo's face crying when he confesses his love. I really... want to see it."

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"When Xing opened her eyes, she saw a look of regret on Sambo's face. 'Oh, what a shame! I was hoping to see how Xing would handle the King of Trash.'"

"What a shame! Such a profound dream was abruptly ended by Miss Liuying's intervention..." Sambo glanced at Liuying meaningfully. "...I was looking forward to your expression when you discovered the truth."

Liuying lowered her head unconsciously.

"Xing asked curiously, "What do you want to express?"

"Express? No, reveal..." Sambo shook his finger. "The truth about the [Beautiful Dream]—aren't you searching for it? Don't be fooled by the beauty, my dear. A comfortable environment can blind people."

"Don't you think this Dream Bubble is very similar to Pinocchio today? Huh? A group of people with ulterior motives, crowded on a small stage, no one wants to be exposed to the spotlight, so they push the poor little gray-haired boy to the front of the stage-"

"Dreams aren't your own bathtub; they're the unpredictable depths of the ocean. To be more specific—don't be fooled by the alluring glow. If you fall into the hands of someone like that... I'd be deeply, deeply disappointed."

""Fluorescent..." Xing thought.

""—Do you think the little girl is still there?""

"Xing turned around suddenly, and sure enough, the Firefly who was by his side just now was gone."

"She claims to be from Pinocchio, but she knows nothing of the ways of the trade—and yet she's quite capable of petty theft. Who is she, anyway? My dear, have you never for a moment doubted her?"

"Take my advice. If you have any questions, go confront that girl. Don't let her run away with her tail between her legs, haha."

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The burial of Fulilian.

Inside the tavern, Zain slammed his glass onto the table, sending beer splattering out.

"Hey, hey, hey... Xing is willing. Do you need a profiteer like you to get involved?" He narrowed his eyes, staring at the blue-haired man whispering in Xing's ear. "Xing has saved so many worlds and countless lives by following the train, and suffered a lot. Coming to Pinocchio is a mess again... Now that he finally meets a lovely girl in his dream, can't he enjoy a beautiful love?"

After saying that, Zain slammed the table again with a loud “bang”, appearing even angrier.

Hugh Tark gnawed on a steak and mumbled, "But Sambo is doing this for Xing's own good. It's a friendly reminder."

“This guy who believes in [joy], not a single punctuation mark in his mouth can be trusted!” Zain frowned, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol: “This guy secretly stalked them, and now he shows up to sow discord between Xing and Liuying…”

"Do you remember this guy back in Beloberg? He spoke to us. Even the Orders of Destruction and Hunting never spoke to us, but this guy was able to sense our presence."

Zain took a deep breath, his drunken expression even more serious than usual: “This is enough to show… Not only is this guy not a good person, but he’s also extremely strong.”

"But after saying so much, Liuying did run away with a guilty conscience, right?" Xutark shrugged.

“…Maybe there really is something unspeakable, right? After all, she’s so young and yet she came to Pinocchio all by herself.” Zain raised his head and took another sip of wine. “Anyway! That kind of girl can’t be a bad person! Think about it… the way she looks at Xing—shy and sincere, sometimes even her words stutter… This is definitely, absolutely, a pure and good girl picked out of a million!”

Hugh Turk scratched his head: "When did you become so understanding of women?"

Zain suddenly coughed violently, his ears slightly reddened, “This, this is common sense! It’s as obvious as knowing whether there’s water in the wine!”

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"(What does Sanbo mean? Is Liuying hiding something? ...I need her to explain.)"

"Xing came to a corner of a park and found a firefly gazing at the night sky alone."

“…”