vI'm a cornerstone, I'm here to kidnap the robin

Seeing the serious yet slightly annoyed expression on the young man in white, Hanabi smiled and responded with a straight gaze without any guilt.

Before entering the dream bubble, she had already guessed that Jeremy would probably react like this.

After all, this dream bubble comes from Jeremy's hometown.

Perhaps, it was because Jeramy escaped the fate of being swallowed by the shadow of nothingness that this dream bubble was able to escape the disaster when the planet sank into the narrow space and did not shatter immediately.

However, I, Hanabi-sama, think I will be hated by others for changing such a precious dream bubble in this way.

Feeling the gaze on her become increasingly sharp, Hanabi smiled without saying anything.

Looking at the masked fool who looked like a fox that was not afraid of boiling water, Jeramy's eyes twitched wildly. If the book in his hand was too heavy and needed to be held with both hands, he would have wanted to draw the royal sword at his waist and teach this ignorant fool a lesson.

It's strange to say, everyone's King's Sword is a modified version of the garbage picker, but the one hanging on Jeremy's waist is still the original one.

Looking at the thick tome in his hand, and then at the Fool's smile that looked like it almost said "Hit me if you dare", Jeremy thought for a moment and suddenly felt that this book, which was thicker than a brick, could also serve as a very handy weapon.

Should I do this...

Jeremy's brain was still thinking, but this person, who was in the old place and was reminded of the past, had already taken action before he finished thinking.

"Ah—Spider-Boy, you're serious!"

Hua Huo covered her head with her hands as she was hit hard by a book thicker than a brick. The pain made her almost cry.

However, considering her identity as the Masked Fool, how credible these tears are remains to be seen.

"Stop talking nonsense. Where's my chair?"

In fact, Jeremy had already noticed something was wrong when he was reciting the opening words just now.

However, the person who provided this dream bubble to Dr. Edward was so thoughtful that he even arranged the opening remarks to explain the background.

Unfortunately, Jeramy was chosen to recite the opening remarks, and there was not even a place for him on the throne.

And this is the real reason why Jeremy got angry.

He was very familiar with this castle.

Although it was not his own home, when he was young, his mother, who he remembered as gentle and kind, took him to visit this place more than once to meet the real owner of the castle.

The true form of the magnificent statue standing in the palace is a genuine savior.

But there should be six chairs here, because he used to jump around on those chairs when he was a child.

That's why Jeramy glared at Hanabi.

He had no control over the transactions between Meng Bubbles, but even Jeremy couldn't help but feel a little angry when this precious memory was transformed into this state.

At least... don't change the shape of the Sword of Kings into a trash picker!

When Jeremy thought about the King's Sword, which he had always remembered as handsome and heroic, being transformed into this state, he felt his heartbeat as messy as a spider web hit by a rainstorm.

And the chair in my house is gone!

"This is clearly a surprise prepared for you by Lady Hanabi, yet you're so petty about such a small matter..."

"Looks like you haven't learned enough of your lesson yet... Just wait, I'll find you after you wake up from the dream bubble!"

Having decided to settle the score with that fool after leaving the dream bubble, Jeremy opened the book with a pure white cover in his hand with a lot of emotions.

Inside the dream bubble, everyone has a role to play. Some dream bubbles will ignore the experience of the entrants and will show everything that has happened to the experiencers.

Some dream bubbles are more considerate and provide scripts for people who enter to experience them, so that users of the dream bubbles can experience everything recorded in the dream bubbles more immersively.

Unfortunately, this dream bubble that was modified by Fireworks was very considerate and arranged a script that belonged to each person.

Among them, Jeremy's situation is particularly special.

Perhaps because of the Fool's caring care, Jeremy could even see everyone else's scripts.

The thick book in my hand has only a white cover, and it is filled with countless words, just like a fate that has already been predetermined.

Since he has decided to leave the Dream Bubble and then settle the score with the Fool, Jeremy now has to take a good look at the extent to which Hua Huo has modified the Dream Bubble.

In addition to the Holy Sword of the King and his own throne, this crazy fool also changed something else.

However, before Jeremy could properly read the book in his hand, a bold and arrogant laugh, which also contained a lot of naivety and childishness, broke into his eardrums.

"Ahahahaha... This king will rule this world!"

The sharp and piercing laughter seemed to be able to penetrate the eardrum and reach the most vulnerable area deep in the brain. The exaggerated sound made people very suspicious of the mental state of its owner.

Jeremy looked in the direction of the sound and saw a little gray raccoon standing in front of its throne. It pulled out the Holy Sword of the King (a modified version of a garbage picker) that was stuck in front of it, and laughed at the sky at a 45-degree angle as if it had suddenly gone mad.

"Fear, tremble! I will ruthlessly eradicate everything, leaving nothing behind in my path. I am despicable, shameless, and utterly sinister... I control everything within my sight—the King of Evil!"

The self-proclaimed king of evil raised his sword (a modified version of a garbage picker) high in the air, with an arrogant smile on his face, and announced loudly at the top of the hall.

"This king...will rule this world!"

Such a confident and bold declaration, such an emotional and contagious action, would be met with thunderous applause and cheers wherever it was delivered on any podium.

However, at this moment, no one present cheered for Xing's performance art. They just looked quietly at the star core spirit that seemed to have gone mad, with love and compassion unconsciously revealed in their eyes.

"How embarrassing! In this dream bubble, am I going to do something like this? Laughing loudly with a garbage tongs? It will completely destroy the elegance and dignity I have always maintained in front of Mr. Jeremy."

The robin lowered his head and began to read his own script, worried that the image he had worked so hard to build would be ruined.

Black Swan and Fireworks also have similar ideas to the robin. They all entered this dream bubble with ulterior motives, but that doesn't mean they want to die socially in this dream bubble.

Especially Hanabi, she wanted to confirm what role she was assigned.

She came to have fun, but didn't want to become the fun.

[You're really energetic, still the same as before.]

Liuying looked at the gray-haired girl who did something socially suicidal without hesitation, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. Sometimes having such a friend can actually be quite helpless.

As for Jeremy, the anger that he had been brewing with great difficulty was suddenly dispelled by Xinghao's shout. At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind.

"You got into the role so quickly. Should I say it's you who deserves it?"

Looking at the gray-haired girl who had already begun to get into character, especially her heroic figure holding high the tongs for picking up trash, Jeremy twitched the corners of his mouth and felt a little speechless for a moment.

But fortunately, just like Xing's laughter just now blew away his resentment, Jeremy soon didn't have to think hard about words to describe this eccentric gray-haired girl.

Thick black fog spread from the distant horizon, accompanied by the deafening sound of flapping wings, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world.

The world in the dream bubble suddenly fell into chaos, with cries and calls for help ringing in the ears, and the scene of the end of the world seemed to appear before the eyes.

After all, Jeremy had already said it in his opening remarks.

The moment of destruction predicted is now.

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Volume 47: King Barrel Armament

The sounds of wailing, screaming, and trash cans colliding were endless.

However, the noise was soon drowned out by the fluttering of insect wings.

The swarm of insects covered the sky, like a black fog sweeping in from the distant sky, obscuring the sky, swallowing up the sun and moon, and drowning everything in the amazing sound of flapping wings.

Countless trash cans fled in panic and rushed towards the castle.

The palace that towers into the clouds has become the symbol of the last hope at this moment.

They firmly believed that the king sitting in the castle would once again lead them to shatter the black fog that blocked the sun, dispel the noisy chirping of insects, and spread the king's glory across the earth once again.

The people trust the King and entrust their lives and faith to him.

The king protected his people, risking his own life on the tip of his sword.

This is the principle of the world and the source of a country's strength.

…If only these people weren’t trash cans.

Walking backward among countless trash cans, Jeremy's eyes looked a little empty, as if he had given up thinking.

Originally, the fact that a trash can grew hands and feet was shocking enough.

What's more, at this moment, thousands of trash cans were rushing towards Jeremy, rushing towards the castle behind him.

That visual impact, that feeling of the strong wind stirred up by the huge barrel flow sweeping across the corners of clothes and lifting the sleeves high, is really... difficult to describe in words.

On the one hand, this is Jeremy's hometown, and looking at the scenery here, he can't help but feel nostalgic.

On the other hand, watching a group of garbage cans with hands and feet running past him, Jeremy felt like his heart was also being galloped by a horse.

If my mother saw this, she would definitely be angry.

Covering his forehead, Jeremy couldn't bear to imagine that "beautiful" picture.

However, although Jeramy was in a very bad mood, everyone else seemed to be having a great time.

Especially Xing, after getting the script that suits him best, this star core spirit has immersed itself in the role at the speed of light.

The gray-haired girl found a red cloak from somewhere and strode at the front of the team, like the tip of a sharp sword, separating the people going in the opposite direction.

Although the others were not as immersed in the play as Xing, they all seemed to have received scripts that they were satisfied with.

The black swan looked at everything in the dream bubble with curiosity, and the inquiring and wise look in her eyes never disappeared. At this moment, she looked not like a rememberer from Liuguang Memory Court, but more like a scholar from the Knowledge Society.

The robin also let go of the slight shame in her heart, and held up her skirt, which had inexplicably grown longer since she entered the dream bubble and now reached the ground. The restraint on her face gradually turned into confidence, and there was even a hint of a willful smile that she had never had before.

It was only then that Jeremy saw for the first time the aura of Miss Pinocchio in Miss Saturday.

Hanabi had covered her face with a mask without anyone noticing, making it impossible to see her expression or guess what she was thinking.

Liuying didn't behave in any unusual way, but just kept a cold face and said nothing. Compared to her previous girl-next-door appearance, she now truly has the aura of a legendary veteran of Grammer.

The backs of Liudao as he walked towards the disaster looked like a high wall supporting the sky. As long as the king did not fall, his people would not be hurt in the slightest.

...It would be better if the holy sword of the king in their hands was not a tongs for picking up garbage.

The gray-haired girl raised the tongs she used to pick up trash, and pointed her arrogant laughter with confidence at the overwhelming swarm of insects that blocked out the sun, with the determination to protect everything.

"You are a bunch of ignorant soldiers. I will crush you all to pieces."

Xing's bare hands holding the Holy Sword of Kings (a modified version of the garbage picking clamp) opened and closed, and the handles on both sides of the clamp collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Holding the Holy Sword of Kings (a modified version of a garbage picker) in his hand horizontally in front of him, Xing's eyes were firm, and his golden gaze was like a steaming flame, as if he wanted to burn the black fog composed of the sun-blocking insect swarm in front of him into ashes.

The evil king who wanted to rule this world slowly opened his mouth, as if he was declaring his will to the entire world.

"King barrel armed!"

Beside her, the people who were also holding the Holy Sword of the King (a modified version of a garbage picker) also took their positions, and the palms holding the holy sword opened and closed, and the same crisp sounds rang out one after another.

Under the gaze of all the people of the garbage can, the kings issued orders to the world.

The holy sword in his hand was pointed high, as if to pierce the sky that blocked his vision.

"King barrel armed!"

Looking at everyone who was gradually getting into the show, Jeremy's mouth twitched as he resisted the urge to stop.

Sure enough, after leaving this dream, I decided to pull that fool out and beat him up. It has been a long time since I was so angry.

However, no matter how many little emotions he had in his heart, Jeremy knew that he couldn't ruin the atmosphere at this time, so he also adjusted his posture.

Mother, please forgive me for making such an inappropriate transformation.

Looking at the Holy Sword of the King in his hand, which would only return to him in a dream bubble, Jeremy took out a peculiarly shaped key with mixed feelings and inserted it into the keyhole of the gauntlet.

【liberation!】

Passionate music sounded out of nowhere, and with the insertion and rotation of the key, the spider-like guard of the holy sword in Jeremy's hand gradually opened, as if a spider that had been sleeping for a thousand years was slowly stretching its body.

The lavender spider silk gradually spread from the spider's legs, forming a strange cocoon that completely wrapped Jeremy's body.

The short and passionate music was about to come to an end, and cracks began to appear on the cocoon that wrapped Jeremy. Finally, as if it could no longer suppress the powerful force contained in it, it turned into light fragments that shattered and scattered in the sky.

White armor appeared in the world, with hollow vertical lines all over the armor, and even inlaid with some gold edges.

Jeremy was wearing a strangely shaped helmet, his face full of murderous resentment.

The reason is simple, because what appeared on him at this moment was not the armor in his memory, but a white trash can directly put on him.

Two small holes were dug into the side of the white trash can, just enough for Jeremy to put his hands out, and the base was completely hollowed out, allowing his legs to touch the ground.

Even the shoes were two smaller white trash cans!

As for the helmet, it was not the handsome spider helmet that Jeremy remembered, but a white trash can lid with a handle on it.

The passionate music ends with a four-word introduction, but the more lively the music is, the more devastated Jeremy's mood is.