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

Looking at the robin that was inexplicably getting excited, Jeremy's eyes flashed with confusion.

This has nothing to do with whether Miss Saturday knows about it or whether they have really confirmed their relationship. Rather, it is better to say that the several seemingly ambiguous actions are mostly due to reasons.

Of course, Jeremy did not deny his affection for Miss Saturday, but he was somewhat self-aware, and he had to consider Miss Saturday's attitude more in this matter.

He was once an interstellar wanted criminal, and now he is a senior employee in a company. At most, he has the identity of the last king of a fallen country. Compared with Miss Saturday's identity as Miss Pinoconnie, he is indeed a bit too high in material terms.

Jeremy wouldn't be overly sensitive about something that wasn't even decided yet.

The real reason he wanted to break free was that... the robin's grip was really hurting him.

I don’t know where this universal singer, who is supposed to have little fighting power, gets so much strength. She is worthy of being Miss Saturday’s sister.

Miss Saturday can break the wings of a real stinging insect with a microphone, and a robin can pinch its own fingers until they hurt.

Besides, Xing, what are you doing? Didn’t you say you would save me? It’s totally useless.

Fortunately, when Jeremy was in a dilemma and was about to break free, someone finally came to rescue him from his suffering.

"Ahem... I'm glad to see you guys are still so lively despite such a dire situation, but unfortunately, we don't have much time left."

Gallagher, a man made up entirely of mysteries and lies, a man whom even the gullible Jeremy finds hard to trust, suddenly appears when Jeremy is in danger of death and saves him from the fire.

Looking at the robin tightly grasping Jeremy's fingertips, Gallagher sighed imperceptibly.

The Universal Singer did not deliberately lower his voice when he made his declaration just now, so he naturally heard it.

To this he could only say… You young ladies really know how to have fun, you can even be jealous of me. Could it be that Pinocchio has already fallen in love with this kind of style?

Although he has never understood human emotions since he was born, Gallagher's years of experience with Mikhail tell him that if the old man were still alive and witnessed this scene with his own eyes, the inspiration for his next work would probably be endless.

Unfortunately, the man who brought peace and independence to Pinocchio is dead, but the threat he has guarded against all his life still exists.

"I have proven my sincerity. You should have learned from this unknown guest that the information I shared with you was true. I believe we now have a foundation of trust sufficient for cooperation... Your Highness, the King of the Narrow Space."

Gallagher clicked his lighter, lit a cigarette, and used the name that no one would ever use for Jeremy again with a hint of sarcasm.

Hearing this title, Jeremy's expression turned cold, and his eyes stared at the man in front of him.

"How do you know this title is related to the end of Pinocchio you mentioned?"

If Huang Quan said this title, Jeremy would not be surprised.

If the name Kafkana was a joke, Jeramy wouldn't take it too seriously.

However, this name, which should have disappeared at the end of nothingness, actually came from Gallagher's mouth, which made him doubly vigilant.

Apart from the two mentioned above, the only ones who might know about Jeramy's past are probably the Masked Fool, whose information is unknown where he got it, and the Zerg that has not dissipated since its demise and is still wreaking havoc on the universe.

As it happens, Pinocchio is now facing the threat of a swarm of insects, and he and the robin were even attacked by a swarm of insects not long ago.

"Don't look at me with such vigilance. I'm not some bug. If you must say, I'm probably just a wild dog with not much time left. A dying man speaks kindly. Why don't you listen to the reasons behind my actions?"

Even though Jeramy was staring at him with such suspicion and vigilance, Gallagher spread his hands indifferently and began to recount the past of Liumeng Reef and his own motives.

"There's something amber-like. In your language, it's probably called insect crystal. Ten Amber Ages ago, Mikhail and his companions left the train that sailed across the universe and decided to stay here to fight for the freedom of Pinocchio."

"After the company's attempt to use force to bring Pinocchio under its control failed, they had the opportunity to truly explore that remote prison. Then, at the end of the primordial memory, Mikhail saw something he would have to fight for the rest of his life."

Having said this, Gallagher couldn't help but sigh, and the smoke rising from the corners of his mouth swirled around with the sigh.

"What did he see? Bug crystals?"

Jeremy couldn't help but ask, he had never thought that the guardian insect crystal that had been plundered and devoured by breeding would appear in Pinoconi.

However, if you think about it carefully, it does not seem to be inexplicable.

After falling in the battle with the Amber King, most of the corpses were sealed by the Amber King, but there are still scattered remains across the world.

Even the ultimate purpose of the company sending Jeremy to Pinoconi was to retrieve a piece of breeding remains that might be sealed here by the Amber King's Holy Body.

If the guardian's insect crystals and the remains of their reproduction were scattered throughout the universe, it would not be impossible for one of them to exist in Pinoconi.

However, Jeremy never expected that those insect crystals were not completely destroyed and swallowed by the breeding. He once thought that he would never have the chance to see his former companions again in this life.

"I don't know. The old man never told anyone in detail about his experiences. All I know is that he brought back a piece of amber containing a spider from the deepest part of the Primordial Memory Realm. Since then, he has almost always stayed at Liumeng Reef, rarely leaving."

"It took him nearly ten Amber Ages to successfully establish a simple communication with the soul encased within the amber. He also learned some basic information, such as that the amber was an insect crystal, the essence of a powerful being known as a guardian god, and... the title of the Lord of the Narrow Space."

Looking at Jeremy in front of him, Gallagher felt a little emotional.

Since he came to Pinoconi, the insect crystals that had fallen into silence again with the death of Mikhail began to become active again, as if they had found their old acquaintances. This was also the reason why Galaher wanted to invite Jeramy to Liumeng Reef before.

"Miss Wumingke, the Starry Sky Train should have received Mikhail's invitation as well. I believe you have already deciphered his codeword."

"Why is it impossible for life to sleep... That's it, isn't it? We really can't imagine that in Pinocchio, a city known for its dreams, there is someone who can't sleep."

Xing put one hand on her hip and repeated Mikhail's riddle.

She also didn't expect that the watchmaker who created the current Pinocchio would be the predecessor of Wumingke.

"Why does life refuse to sleep? Because there are things it must protect, making it difficult to rest in peace... Go, Mikhail is on that rooftop. He left behind not only insect crystals, but also gifts for the future generations of the Star Train."

Volume 79: The Watchmaker's Resting Place

In a narrow alley in Liumengjiao, a tall figure in a black Gothic-style long skirt stood under the beam beside the railway tracks. A black veil covered her long black hair, and her palms wrapped in white gloves covered her face, obscuring her features.

It looked like this tall figure was crying, or mourning for someone.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard, and the sound of leather shoes tapping was extremely clear in the empty and silent alley.

The visitor was dressed in a black robe, a huge cloak completely covering his body, and a bone-like mask obscuring his face.

The visitor stopped in front of the beautiful figure, put one hand on his chest, and bowed slightly to show his respect to her.

A hoarse and sharp voice came from under the mask, mixed with slight tearing sounds from time to time, as if what was wriggling under the mask was not a mouth or tongue, but dry muscles and bones colliding and rubbing against each other, barely making some syllables similar to words.

"I have long admired your name, Miss [Funeral Guest], and I hope you can meet the [Last King] soon."

The bone mask lowered its head, hiding the eerie white in the shadow of the cloak. It seemed that it was quite respectful to the lady in the black Gothic dress, or... it had something to ask of her.

"I never thought there would be a [Evil Omen Vanguard] in this universe who could decipher even a single word from the Last King. But what brings you to me?"

Sobbing sounds came from the hands that covered the face, and the sobbing of the elegy seemed to contain confusion about the arrival of this ominous pioneer.

Although they are all followers of the End Star God [The Last King], just like the Memory [Fu Li]'s subordinates have the Flowing Memory Court that preserves memories and condenses light cones, and the Incinerator that destroys memories, the followers of the Amber King will split into the Interstellar Peace Company and the City Builders, and the believers of the Patrol Hunter [Lan] will be divided into the Immortal Boat Alliance and the Sea Patrol Rangers.

The followers of the Final Star God [The Last King] are also divided into factions.

They believed that the Last King represented the end of the universe and were dedicated to interpreting the prophecy of the end of the world from the Last King's ambiguous words, and gradually formed a group called the Doomsday Pioneers.

The funeral guests are the worshippers of the last king. To a certain extent, they can encounter the doomsday predetermined by the last king and witness it with their own eyes, silently waiting for the once-in-a-lifetime encounter with the last king.

However, the relationship between these two factions is not as harmonious as imagined.

It is even rarer to see a disaster vanguard bowing to another funeral master as it is now.

Unless, this Omen Vanguard has other requests, even something that can make him bend his always-upheld pride.

"I saw the doomsday that the Last King predicted to me."

The voice beneath the bone mask was a little excited, and the tearing sound of muscles and bones colliding with each other was more obvious, making people wonder if his head would suddenly fall off while he was talking.

"The resurgent insect plague will overwhelm Pinoconi and, starting with the Asdena galaxy, will flood the universe anew. I saw... that half-human, half-insect monster become the new Insect King, once again dragging the entire universe into catastrophe."

The Doom Vanguard knelt on one knee, the bone mask slowly raised its cheek, and stretched out a hand towards the tall elegy in front of it, as if a knight was praying for the guidance of the priest.

"I believe that monster is now within Pinocchio. Please guide me to find the cause of that doomsday, and I will personally... defeat it."

As followers of the God of the End Star, many of the Doomsday Vanguards will hear the whispers of the Last King about the end of the world.

Most of them will never be able to decipher the words they heard in their entire lives, but there are a few lucky ones who can understand the meaning of the whispers.

But sadly, when they understood the true meaning of the whispers, it basically proved that the doomsday heralded by the whispers would definitely happen.

Among these pioneers of doom who have understood the whispers, there are also individuals with different ideas.

Some people rejoice that they have finally understood the truth, and wait for the end of the world to come. They may even invite funeral guests to watch and witness the event.

Some people, however, cannot bear to witness the coming of the end of the world and try their best to stop it.

Even though they knew in their hearts that trying to stop the doomsday predicted by the Last King with their own strength would be like trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm.

Unfortunately, this ominous pioneer who knelt on one knee in front of the elegy belonged to the latter.

His action to prevent the coming of the end of the world is also very simple - if the [Last King] indicates that a new Insect King is about to be born, then he will turn into a sharp blade to stab the Insect King, and use all his strength to defeat it before the Insect King breaks out of the cocoon.

But unfortunately, the whispers he interpreted did not accurately identify the new Insect King, nor did they tell her the specific location of the target.

Therefore, the pioneer of the disaster did not hesitate to humble himself and pray for the guidance of the funeral master.

"Please tell me where the Insect King, who has not yet emerged from his cocoon, is."

If it were any other funeral guest, the Evil Pioneer would not be so respectful, but the elegy was different. Even among the mysterious faction of funeral guests, she was the most difficult to understand.

She has witnessed the end of many worlds and even personally interpreted the whispers of the Last King, ensuring they reached the ears of the right people.

The authority of elegy among the end faction is unquestionable.

The ominous pioneer phenomenon, the elegy must have foreseen the end of Pinocchio, so it came here to witness it.

Otherwise, she would have no reason to be here.

"The Last King's mumblings have already determined the end. Any unnecessary action will likely only hasten the arrival of doomsday, rather than prevent it... Give up. I've seen too many people with thoughts like yours. Often, after witnessing their own actions become the key to the end of the world, they turn disheartened and die."

The mourner who was crying with his face covered did not raise his eyes at the pleading of the Pioneer of Evil Omen, and sobs still leaked out from between his fingers.

"It is actually best to stay here and bear witness with me."

She has witnessed too many doomsdays, but only a few people can break the doomsday.

"No matter what, I have to try. Please tell me where the Insect King is, Ms. Mourning Poetry."

"...If you insist, then go ahead. Keep walking down this narrow alley and you will see your goal."

Seeing that the Evil Vanguard was so persistent, the sobbing of the elegy seemed to become heavier, but in the end he still gave the answer the other party wanted.

Through the gaps between his fingers, the mourning poem looked at the departing figure of the Evil Vanguard, and a trace of compassion flashed in his eyes covered by his palms.

She knew that no matter what the outcome of the Doom Vanguard's mission was, it could not change the fact that Pinocchio was going to be destroyed.

Because she saw two doomsdays in Pinocchio.

One side was devoured by the infinitely replicating swarm of insects, while the other side was transformed into a hellish paradise under the emotionless silver light, operating as precisely as a machine and refusing to tolerate the existence of any individual thought.

That is why the elegy appeared here. She had never seen a world destroyed by two completely different doomsdays.

Even if there was a possibility of being caught up in the catastrophe, she wanted to witness it with her own eyes.

And... it seems that she is not the only one in the Doomsday faction who has foreseen this scene.

Through the gaps between his fingers, he saw a black cat with meticulously groomed fur, curled up in the corner of the narrow alley, wagging its tail leisurely.

In front of the black cat, there was a bowl of high-quality cat food produced by the Interstellar Peace Company. Even the cat bowl was engraved with spider patterns.

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Time Slot Square is where the watchmaker laid the foundation for his dream and where the Monument to the Unknown Guest is located.

Bathed in the childish moonlight, tall buildings and years together protect the secret of the beginning of the dream.

Gallagher brought Jerami and the others to the three monuments of unknown guests and stopped silently.

Looking at the three monuments in front of him, which had been washed away by time but were still well maintained, a hint of nostalgia flashed in Gallagher's eyes.

The gray-haired unknown guest stood in front of the tombstone, his bright golden eyes revealing a heaviness that was inconsistent with his usual liveliness.

When Xing just arrived at Pinocchio, he heard the conductor say that several unknown passengers had chosen to get off at Pinocchio.

Unexpectedly, Pinocchio not only became the final destination for these unknown visitors, but their monument is still preserved until now.

It’s a pity that it is in Liumeng Reef, which has nothing to do with prosperity.

Seeing some touch in Xing's eyes, Jeremy patted her shoulder and handed her a few bouquets of flowers.

Jeremy came in a hurry and did not have enough time to prepare flowers for the grave, so he had to weave a few flowers with spider silk.

However, Xing did not mind that the artificial bouquets with spider-web-like petals were not as colorful as real flowers, and placed them one by one in front of the monument.

"Tiernan, Izarina, and [Watchmaker] Mikhail, you are all heroes who laid the foundation for Pinocchio's beautiful dream. May you all reach the other side of your dreams with the harmony of your songs."

While Xing bowed her head and performed a simple tomb sweeping, the robin also put her hands together and murmured something.

Even if the watchmaker parted ways with the family or even became enemies, Pinocchio would always remember his contribution, and the world is still singing the story of the "Father of Pinocchio".

Looking at the two synchronized people who were feeling a little heavy-hearted, the smile on Jeremy's face eased a little.

He was willing to pay tribute to these unknown guests, but unfortunately this respect did not have much real meaning to him.