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

Chapter 458 The Land of Destiny, Pinocchio's Change

"Wait, something's not right..."

March 7th suddenly realized.

"Ugh, I don't want to turn back into that *beautiful ice girl* drifting in space again!"

Dan Heng shook his head helplessly. "In other words, we must take this into account when choosing our next destination."

“That’s right. I’ve already checked the star map. The worlds relatively close to us are the ‘Ocean Planet’ Lusaka and the ‘Agate World’ Melustan.”

"As for which one to choose as our destination, we'll have to vote on that." Walter Young looked around.

Although everyone is discussing this here now, the final decision on the destination will have to wait until the route meeting.

"The ocean and agate... I feel that both of these worlds are so beautiful!" March 7th exclaimed upon hearing the name.

"You're overthinking it. It's just a planet without land and a planet without oceans," Dan Heng said, revealing the truth.

"Danheng! Can't you let a pretty girl have some fantasies?!" March 7th said angrily.

“Both of these planets seem to have some historical issues,” Jing Yuan suddenly interjected.

"A legacy issue?" Walter Young wondered.

This point is not recorded in the train's think tank.

"In the Immortal Ship's database, these two planets have been plagued by war for years, and there is even a risk of them expanding outwards. The Agate Planet has already been wiped out by the Arbitrator with a single sword."

"So I estimate the other one will be ready soon," Jing Yuan said.

"Oh no, so we only have one option left?" March 7th was a little annoyed.

As everyone was pondering, Eve suddenly noticed something.

She looked into her room and snapped her fingers.

"Huh? Eve, what are you doing?" March 7th didn't understand Eve.

Eve pinched her fingers together. "Let's teach that rude person a little lesson."

Suddenly, noises came from Eve's room, and then more and more came.

Immediately following was a scream, Eve's door was flung open, and countless green fluorescent grass slimes, along with a woman dressed in purple, surged out.

"Oh my god! So many slimes!"

"Wait, what's that? A black swan?" The crowd quickly noticed the key point.

"Ahem, everyone, hello there." The black swan crawled out of the slime pile, a embarrassed expression on its face.

"It's impolite to enter someone else's room without permission."

"You agree, Miss Black Swan."

Eve looked at the black swan, her smile growing increasingly dangerous.

"Haha... I originally wanted to surprise everyone... Miss Eve is really perceptive." Black Swan's smile was somewhat forced.

I was thinking of taking a look at Miss Eve's room while everyone was away, maybe I'd find something there.

As a result, someone discovered it.

I was thinking of showing off my skills, but someone else ended up showing off theirs.

"By the way, regarding the train's destination, you may also listen to my suggestions."

To ease the awkwardness, Black Swan continued.

"I was just saying that someone was missing when we said goodbye..." Xing then realized.

Walter was somewhat displeased. "Remember... regardless of how you managed to sneak onto the train, your 'suggestion' just now..."

"I overheard everything about how the train obtains 'fuel'."

“I originally just wanted to chat with you all and see if we could reach a cooperation agreement—but now it seems that my proposal might be your lifeline,” Black Swan continued.

"Just say what you have to say. Depending on what it is, we might ask you to get off the bus." Dan Heng said calmly, even prepared to strike hard.

The Black Swan looked at Dan Heng, a slight smile playing on its lips. "A descendant of the 'Immortals,' huh... quite a charming little dragon, especially with that murky memory of yours."

"I advise you to watch your words." A hint of threat flashed in Dan Heng's eyes.

"Alright, let's not digress. If the Star Train urgently needs a special pioneering journey to replenish its engine's 'power'—"

"Have you ever considered what it might be like if your destination were a world that even the renowned Akivili had never reached..."

"If you could lay a brand new galactic track in the universe, then trains would probably never have to worry about energy again."

"To explore a world that even Akivili had never been to... Is this really possible?" March 7th asked incredulously.

Walter was pondering. "Go on, Memory One. What kind of world is the destination you speak of?"

"A world whose existence is unknown to the vast majority of people in the universe..."

"A world that is difficult to observe from the outside, and can only be reflected by the Mirror of Memories..."

"A world bound and intertwined by three destinies, its fate uncertain..."

"The Eternal Land, Onpharos."

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Pinocone.

Chaolu Mansion, meeting room.

With the realization of Pinocchio, the once-destroyed Morning Dew Mansion also returned.

On Sunday, after Eve granted him the authority to head Pinocene, he was no longer a prisoner, but rather the manager of Pinocene.

The mansion that once belonged to him has returned to his hands.

A robin, carrying a steaming cup of coffee, knocked on the door.

"go ahead."

The robin opened the door, and Sunday was standing in front of Pinocchio's model, his expression indifferent, as if he were thinking about something.

"Brother, have a cup of coffee. You haven't had a rest in a long time." The robin placed the coffee to Sunday's left.

Today she was wearing her usual clothes, her silver hair was tied up neatly, with only the clover embroidery logo faintly visible on her cuffs.

"Thank you, sister."

"But I can't rest yet."

Sunday's eyes showed obvious fatigue.

"Is it because of family matters?" Robin asked with some concern.

“The last three secret accounts of the Oak family have just been frozen.” His voice was as calm as if he were reporting the weather.

"They are still thinking about transferring assets."

"In addition, they hid seventeen boxes of explosives in the opera house's cellar, which was a rather unoriginal and desperate attempt."

Sunday's gaze swept over the documents on the side of the table, which clearly recorded the entire process of the family's die-hards' final counterattack.

Beside the document lay a bright green glass ball, engraved with the symbol of life, emitting a faint glow.

"Sigh..." the robin sighed.

Following Eve's appointment, a swift purge of the remaining family clinging forces within Pinocone was launched on Sunday.

Although most of the family members were not satisfied with the outcome, they still left Pinocchio at the urging of old Otto.

However, in any large family, there are always a few traitors.

"By the way, brother, the elders are making arrangements." She pulled up an encrypted newsletter.

"They plan to launch an attack at tomorrow's energy allocation hearing."

With a light laugh on Sunday, a tap of the fingertip instantly marked the news feed as "processed".

"Let them make a scene. It'll be a good opportunity to show Director Eve just how stubborn the remaining forces of the family are." Sunday had already made his plans.

He suddenly turned to look at her. "Did you go to the relief station in the old town again last night?"

The robin's fingertips trembled slightly, and ripples appeared on the teacup.

“Children need bedtime stories,” she said softly, “just like we did when we were kids.”

“Now that Pinocchio is a reality, they… need help even more…” The robin’s voice trailed off.

Sunday sighed and rubbed the robin's head.

He said gently, "Of course I know."

"However, next time you go, remember to bring a few of your own people, especially Pinocchio..."

Before he could finish speaking on Sunday, an alarm popped up on his phone.

A nobleman from the hound family raised the family banner at his mansion.

“Sigh, foolish.” Sunday shook his head and sighed as he pressed the execute button.

On the holographic sand table, the mansion's energy supply was instantly cut off, and the flags drooped helplessly in the surveillance footage.

Sunday is not just a figurehead; he wields real power.

"Do you know, little sister, there's a price to pay for stagnation."

The robin suddenly grabbed his wrist; her palm was cold, like holding a block of ice.

"Brother, that's enough. We've already eliminated 70% of the old forces, there's no need..."

"Unnecessary?"

I'll withdraw my hand on Sunday.

"Do you know why Director Eve chose me? Because only those who have experienced darkness know how to completely erase the shadows."

"But isn't your dream to build a paradise?" the robin asked urgently, her eyes filled with tears.

“Sister, someone always has to be the bad guy.”

"The prerequisite for building a paradise is a clean and fertile land."

"On this point, my goals are aligned with those of Director Eve."

“Director Eve has proven to me that order alone is not enough.”

"Paradise is life itself."

"But not just anyone can enter the paradise."

"Order is needed to pave the way for the construction of a paradise of life."

"Therefore, I am willing to be the villain, as long as the light of Paradise can cover everyone."

"But, brother..."

He suddenly moved closer to her and lowered his voice: "Little sister, do you know?"

"The old man who told fairy tales at the relief station last night... was actually the former butler of the Hidden Night Thrush family in disguise."

"He was giving the children poisoned candy, with the aim of causing chaos at Pinocchio."

The coffee cup slipped from the robin's hand and shattered into countless pieces on the metal floor. "Impossible...he was clearly teaching the children to fold origami cranes..."

"Paper cranes are nothing but a hypocritical disguise, a very traditional family tactic, aren't they?"

Sunday was already a common occurrence for the family's despicable tactics.

The light streaming through the window shone on the robin's pale face.

Upon hearing this, she staggered backward until her back hit the cold wall.

"Do you understand now?" Sunday's tone was unusually slow.

"Family members are not worthy of sympathy."

"In its chaotic development, it has long since betrayed its true nature and become a terrifying blood-sucking monster."

"A life without order is a life that is not recognized."

"So, if I let an innocent tradition go free, I might end up losing another life."

“What Director Eve gave me was not just power, but also responsibility—the responsibility to do those dirty but necessary things.”

"Because both she and I were very clear that only order could accomplish this."

He crouched down and carefully picked up the largest piece of ceramic.

“It’s like when you were a child and you broke your mother’s vase,” he said softly.

"When I took the blame for you, you should have understood that some people are born to get their hands dirty so that others can remain pure."

The robin slowly sat down on a chair to the side.

The sand table in front of me, symbolizing Pinocchio, was marked with symbols everywhere.

This is the plan for Sunday, along with the cleaning objectives.

“Tell me what to do.” She finally looked up, something shattered and reformed in her eyes. “Not just as your sister, but as… your accomplice.”

On Sunday, I placed the ceramic shards in her palm.

"No, I don't need you to do anything."

"I'll take care of everything."

"The paradise of life needs you."

"Little sister, I just hope you can sing happily, just like before."

Sunday's tone was full of gentleness, a stark contrast to his previous cold tone.

The robin nodded. "I understand, brother."

She stood up and walked towards the door.

Suddenly she turned her head.

"Brother... coffee, don't forget to drink it."

Take care of yourself.

Sunday nodded. "Thank you."

The robin continued walking out of the room, muttering to herself, "Brother, no matter what, I will always stand by you..."

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The Golden Moment

At Dream Plaza, a holographic billboard sponsored by the company continuously plays Eve's story and stunning beauty.

The new regulations, enacted on Sunday, have made the place breathtakingly clean, a far cry from its former extravagant and decadent atmosphere.

Sambo, dressed in a flashy little suit, strolled alone down the street, squinting as he surveyed the endless stream of people.

"Oh my, even the air smells of credit points..."

He sniffed, then suddenly sneezed. "It's just that the disinfectant smell is too strong."

He deftly evaded the patrolling armored guards and unfurled a sign in a corner of the square that read "Premium Merchant Personally Appointed by Director Eve".

The shelves were quickly filled with all sorts of bizarre and unbelievable items:

"The latest filter cup!" he shouted, holding up a glass cup studded with fake crystals.

"Personally certified by Director Eve, it can filter out 99% of unhappy factors! Originally priced at 38,000, now only 998 credits for the opening special!"

Limited quantities available, first come, first served!

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