Tree King: What? I've become the Abundant Pharmacist?

Chapter 434 The Value of Order

Half a system time later.

In a pub during blues hour.

Eve of Emptiness sighed and expressionlessly stacked the last clean plate on top.

She washed a total of two thousand plates by hand.

The masked man seemed to have applied some kind of power to these plates, preventing Void Eve from altering their state with her own power.

"Is this alright?" Void Eve turned around.

The masked man had somehow appeared at the doorway.

"Hahaha~~"

"Are you happy?" A strange laugh came from inside the masked man's black trench coat.

"Why would you ask that?" Void Eve remained expressionless.

“Because there’s a saying that labor brings the most joy, hahaha, isn’t that right?” the masked man said.

"Then why are you laughing?" Eve the Void asked.

"Because I've been smiling the whole time."

The masked man, defying expectations, walked out of the tavern's kitchen.

Void Eve chased after him, but as soon as she stepped outside, the masked man's figure vanished again.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Void Eve raised her head and looked up at the sky.

But the masked man did not answer; his laughter echoed in the sky.

At that moment, the television in the window of the video store on the street suddenly turned on.

After the color FM footage, Sunday appeared.

He stood in the center of the Grand Star Opera House, praising Goldman Sachs as he looked at the camera in front of him.

"The Harmonious Music Festival is about to begin, and the prelude to 'Harmonious Order' is about to commence. All residents of Pinocchio are invited to the Grand Theatre to attend."

"Some spectators have already arrived to watch the ceremony. The rest of the spectators are requested to proceed immediately."

The scene shifts to the train crew, who are head down, lost in a dream.

"I will be here to sincerely await your arrival."

Sunday on TV seemed to be provoking him, his eyes fixed on the direction of the Void Eve.

Eve's expression turned icy cold instantly, and the shadow of nothingness shattered the television set.

The next second, she disappeared from the spot.

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In the dream world created on Sunday.

"This marks the beginning of Act Two. Amidst the illusory music, the 'Land of Exile' gradually transforms into the 'Star of the Grand Gathering'."

After watching these two plays, Walter Young seemed to have a change in his attitude toward his family.

"This is the process by which Pinocchio gradually became family property. After the arrival of 'Harmony,' the land of exile underwent tremendous changes, and these changes... were not all positive."

“But the Pinocchio family is still under their control…” Xing said quietly.

The narration for Sunday began again.

"He set forth the laws and established rules for conduct with the people."

"The instrument is a large harp with black and white keys; the notes are symbols for sound production and counting; the melody is a river with descending but no ascending flow; and the musical form is defined by the established rules and regulations."

"The world then found the only place in the music, and that is the fifth and sixth day."

"Next is Act III, 'Ode to Order'."

The stage changed again, and the originally gray and gloomy scene became magnificent.

“Ode to Order?” March 7th pondered.

"Now I finally understand. This final scene is meant to glorify 'order'."

"Sure enough, the atmosphere on stage is different from before. It's the usual tactic of distorting the truth." Sangbo commented with his shrewd eye as a shrewd businessman for many years.

Most of Belloberg's people were fooled by him in this way.

"This is the final act. I have shown you Pinocchio's past and present, and I sincerely hope you can understand why I want to change the status quo."

"And next, I will reveal to you the future of Pinocone."

The tax official stepped onto the stage and loudly proclaimed, "If there is no king, who can be responsible for the people?"

A man dressed as the prime minister then appeared, deeply moved, saying, "If the people do not have far-sighted eyes, then we should make their choices and take responsibility for them."

The general then appeared, and asked in a disdainful tone: "If there is no king, who will protect the weak, and who will stand against the tyrannical?"

The prime minister spoke with righteous indignation: "We must help each other to protect the weak, just as we must help each other to fight against the tyrant."

The jester, however, harbored ill intentions: "Without a king, who can make the stars move, the tides rise and fall, and all things grow?"

The prime minister devoted himself to the people: "Before the king appeared, they each did their own thing; after the king left, they still did their own thing."

The minister countered, "But after the king departs, who will become the new king?"

The prime minister responded, "We no longer need a king. We are kings who transcend all things."

"Hmm? According to the previous two scenes, shouldn't a short story be triggered here, and then a fight start? Why aren't these puppets saying any lines?" March 7th asked, somewhat puzzled.

According to the plot, it should be their turn to appear now.

Firefly, who had been silent until now, spoke up, "Perhaps, like the previous scene, we'll need to 'complete' the script ourselves."

"So we're supposed to take the initiative?" Xing scratched his head.

The narrator's voice rang out again: "Please forgive my rudeness. I forgot to tell you all, but this last play—was already written long ago."

The puppets on the stage suddenly came to life, lined up in a row, and bowed respectfully, lowering their heads.

A king dressed in crimson robes descended from the sky, his majestic figure standing before the assembled officials.

“I am slowly falling towards the future from an infinitely extending spiral staircase. There is no need to remember me forever, or try to find me. The outline in my heart will surely intersect with other experiences.”

It turned its head and looked at the crowd outside the stage.

"Get ready, it's about to start again." Dan Heng had already raised the Strike Cloud, ready to throw it at any moment.

The king charged off the stage, wielding a long sword, and engaged the crowd in battle.

But it seems the king had no fighting power; it fell easily.

And the officials behind it all turned into a pile of dust.

The prime minister's body was engulfed in flames and riddled with countless bullet holes, the jester's body was torn apart by gravity, the tax collector's body was piled high with chips, and the general's remains were covered with colorful ribbons.

They were already dead at the very beginning of the battle.

Even in the moments before the king fell, it remained as calm as still water.

I leave an imperceptible trace as I pass through a quiet night. There is no need to remember me forever, or to yearn for the soul of a dream.

"What belongs to me will inevitably decline, and you will overcome its weakness."

The king disappeared along with the other four piles of remains.

Jingyuan had already understood the meaning of Sunday.

"Much easier to understand than the previous story... He wants to drive out the 'Harmony' and establish an empire of his own 'order'."

"This head of the Oak family is quite ambitious."

At this moment, the stage completely disappeared.

Even the sky turned completely gray.

"What's going on?" March 7th subconsciously tugged at Xing's clothes.

“It looks like he’s about to make his move.” Walter Young’s face was ashen.

They exclaimed in praise on Sunday.

"He gave meaning to all people in the world, and all things in heaven and earth were completed. He ceased all the work of creation."

"However, all beings cried out to the One: 'You define all people by "order," yet you make us realize that we are nothing but your puppets!'"

"Therefore on that day, all the people were united as one and threw God into the pit of destruction."

As soon as the words were spoken, the ground shook.

All the fragments flew up and formed a huge opera house.

"This is the seventh day."

"Then cheers and chants rose in unison—"

"Universal harmony, a constellation of stars shining together!"

"Supreme merits praise the divine master!"

"Order is dead."

Sunday's figure appeared at the very center of the theater stage.

“Look! He’s right there!” March 7th pointed at him.

“Now that things have come to this, we have no other choice.” Jade was prepared.

"We must maintain balance."

Adekert is also ready.

On Sundays, it faces the public.

"That concludes everything regarding 'order.' What are your thoughts?"

"However, this is ultimately just an insignificant episode in the history of the galaxy, and it's not important. What's important is where this long river will flow in the future..."

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Harmonious Music Festival is about to begin, and the prelude to 'Harmonious Order' needs your presence."

"Please allow me to once again extend a welcome to everyone—welcome to the Pinocchio Grand Theatre—the center of dreams, the core of the stars, the absolute stage for the grandest celebration of music..."

"It is also... the place where we decide Pinocone's future battleground."

"Just like when Pinocchio was founded."

He spoke with absolute certainty on Sunday, and he had the confidence to say such a thing.

"Stop dreaming. This is where your conspiracy was thwarted." Xing remained fearless.

“I respect your belief in ‘pioneering’.” Sunday didn’t take Xing’s words to heart.

"Only by holding firm to our beliefs can we bring true well-being to this world."

Walter Young began, “Let me point out that falling into a permanent sleep is by no means the same as happiness, especially when people are at the mercy of others while they are asleep.”

"Mr. Walter, even now, do you still believe that 'Order' only wants to turn the entire universe into its puppet?"

“I thought you were a smart person.” Sunday’s face darkened.

“No matter how perfect your vision of paradise may be, a cage is still a cage,” Emerald declared loudly.

"A company that runs around for profit and crushes the homes of suffering people has no right to say such things."

Sunday's face was even more gloomy.

"In that kind of world, it's impossible for people to find true happiness! They're just toys of the star gods!"

Firefly shouted that she had found the meaning of life.

"You ultimate lackeys, do you also believe the future is certain?"

Wisps of black gas rose behind Sunday.

"I don't mind, after all, it's a lot of fun, isn't it?"

As soon as Sangbo said this, everyone's eyes turned to him.

If looks could kill, Sambo would have been rewarded a hundred times over.

"However, I always remember one saying: 'Life must not sleep.'"

"Having fun is only possible if no one gets hurt."

Sambo changed his tune, and everyone turned their attention away.

Sunday shook his head. "It seems everyone has misunderstood my intentions. I hereby formally declare: my ideal is neither to resurrect the Star God nor to ascend to godhood—"

"There is only one thing I want to do, and that is to create a paradise that belongs only to humanity, a paradise without star gods, where only 'order' exists, a paradise that can encompass the dignity and happiness of all people."

“You’re wrong,” Walter Young retorted firmly.

"If people are to live with dignity, then no person or thing should ever be above them."

"And in what you call paradise, that person is you."

On Sunday, he sighed, "It seems we can't convince the other side no matter what."

"Fate has destined us to fight each other. Since things have come to this, let us use our respective destinies to show the universe a righteous path."

"However, before the prelude to the future officially begins, I would appreciate it if you could take some more time to consider the questions I have raised."

Are day and night equal?

Are the righteous equal to the sinner?

"If man is born weak—"

From which deity can the weak find peace?

"Please rest in peace before answering these questions."

Sunday has vanished, leaving behind only endless puppets.

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Pinocchio Theatre.

On a real Sunday, final adjustments were being made for the Harmonious Music Festival.

He sat at the piano, his fingers pressing down on a single accented note.

A shadow appeared, and the Void Eve silently appeared behind him.

"Why didn't you greet the guests when they arrived?"

"That's extremely impolite."

Even though Sunday's back was to the Void Eve, he could already sense her presence.

“I will keep your invitation,” Eve of Emptiness uttered only a few words.

On Sunday, he stopped what he was doing and got up to walk toward the Void Eve.

"You once asked me about the meaning of life."

"It seems you've also encountered a period of confusion."

"Therefore, I invite you to join my paradise."

"Here, there is no strife, no jealousy, no malice; all the evils of humanity have vanished..."

"So, what's the point?"

Eve interrupted Sunday's speech.

Close your eyes on Sunday.

My answer remains the same.

People always think that they are destined to achieve a certain value.

"On the contrary, those who are worthless are degraded to the weak."

However, value is not created out of thin air.

"If I want to realize so-called value, people must plunder from others."

"And so, the weak are exploited and oppressed."

"Ironically, however, people don't think it's wrong to do so."

"Because they always regard that vague and ethereal self-worth as their guiding principle."

Even you think so.

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