EBE Chapter 323 Debate
Chapter 323 Debate
"The news about the robin is really out of date. The dream master just met Huang Quan."
Li Bai took a sip of the Jiannan Shaochun he had just bought.
"Although those two weren't really meeting... they almost came to blows."
However, he actually wanted to see the two of them fight.
I don’t know who will win or lose if a real fight breaks out.
"People like me are just like watching the fun, right?"
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"I hope we can reach a conclusion that satisfies everyone." Walter still hopes to resolve this matter without resorting to force."
"Even though he knew it was impossible."
“Yes, I hope so,” Sunday said sincerely.
"It's almost time," the robin said, glancing at his watch. "My brother and I need to get ready for the audience... This is an urgent matter, so please forgive me for any inadequate hospitality."
"It's okay." Walter shook his head: "I'll just wait here for a while."
"Sunday and Robin left hand in hand."
“After walking a few steps, I heard a drunk Pipisi saying something crazy: ‘Ha, ha, it’s Mr. Sunday… come here, come here.’”
Sunday was not offended or angry. He just said to his sister calmly, "It looks like someone is in trouble. Let's go over and take a look."
"The robin has the same plan."
After the two men passed, the drunken guest chuckled, "Hello, Mr. Sunday! See? The moon in the sky is the exact same size as the Suleda bottle cap in my hand. Doesn't that mean... hiccup... if I just reach out my hand, I can grab the moon? Hmm? Right?"
"The moon..." Sunday thought for a moment and then realized, "Oh, you mean the Grand Theatre."
"Oh, oh!" The drunken guest's mood suddenly became depressed after hearing this:
"Haha, look at me. I must have been away from home for too long and missed that moon so much... hiccups. But... it doesn't matter! Our Pinocchio Theatre is much brighter than that moon... beautiful! It's pleasing to the eyes!"
"They even advised me not to sell everything and focus solely on Pinocchio... Ugh, how short-sighted!"
"There was a hint of tears in his voice at first, but as he spoke, he became indignant, and even had a hint of pride in his current achievements."
"Selling all your belongings...why would you go to such lengths?" the robin wondered.
"Why? Why else could I… Life back home was so hard, I barely lived like a human being. Pinocchio is still the best place. It's all sweet dreams, no hardship. No worries about tomorrow, I can do whatever I want. That's what living is all about… burp, so comfortable!"
"The drunken guests chattered more and more happily. Think about it, is there anywhere in the universe more beautiful than Pinocchio's dream?"
"This..." the robin said with a worried look on his face, "Can this really be considered living?"
"How is this not living? This is what living is all about!"
Zhu Yuanzhang, who was begging for food, was so excited that he wanted to sell the broken bowl in his hand and rush to Pinocchio.
...Unfortunately, no one wants his broken bowl.
"Only beautiful dreams, no suffering, no worries, no anxieties... This is what it means to enjoy life to the fullest!"
"On the contrary, look at me... Every day I'm worried about what to do if I don't get the food. What a shitty life!"
He was so angry that he wanted to smash the broken bowl in his hand...
Unfortunately, I dare not. Without this broken bowl, it would be difficult to even beg for food.
"Mrs. Robin is a nice person, but... she's too naive. You can't say someone isn't really alive just because they're only living in a dream."
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"Hmm... Hmm? Little girl, what did you ask just now? I didn't hear clearly..."
"Nothing, sir." Sunday shook his head slightly. "Look, the traffic on this street is very heavy and dangerous. Aideen Park is nearby. I'll have a member of the Hound family take you there so you can continue to enjoy your sweet dreams. How about that?"
"Oh, yes, you're right." The drunken guest nodded with a silly smile. "As expected of the leader of the Dream, my savior! See you then, Mr. Sunday, thank you for chatting with me... hiccup."
"The drunken guests followed the Hound family."
"The robin watched him go away, pursed her lips, not knowing what to say."
"What's wrong, sister?" Sunday asked gently.
“It’s a dream place, so why do people live like this?”
"That gentleman just now... wasn't happy at all."
"No matter how sweet a dream is, it's still an invisible fantasy, yet he sees it as his only option for survival, even giving up his real future for it... This isn't 'life' at all."
"The robin's pitiful sigh."
"I see." Sunday, however, had a different opinion: "But in my opinion, this is the way ordinary people should live."
“Why do you say that?” asked the robin.
"You just said that the man living on his dreams wasn't really living. That's not true. Even without Pinocchio, people still live in their own illusions, and that illusion is called 'self-worth.'"
“People always believe that they are destined to achieve a certain value, whether it is to conquer the world, maintain peace in a region, understand the unknown, or leave their names in history…”
“To earn value for oneself is to be powerful, while to be worthless is to be considered weak.”
““Then value is not created out of thin air by people; it always has a limit. To realize so-called value, people must plunder from others. In this way, the weak are exploited and oppressed…”
"Sunday gently expressed his views."
"The weak are exploited and oppressed..."
The common people were once again broken down by what they saw.
As I said, the truth is the sharpest knife!
How can it be so similar? How can it be so similar to their lives!
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Mockingbird: "You're trying to say... things aren't supposed to be this way, right?"
"Exactly." Sunday nodded.
“The irony is that people don’t think it’s wrong to do so because they always hold on to the illusory concept of ‘self-worth’ as their guiding principle, even the weak believe in it.”
“Survival of the fittest, the law of the jungle… all the tragedies in the world stem from this, and the reason why Pinocchio is a beautiful dream is that it provides a place of rest for anyone who wants to escape from it.”
“There is no tragedy here, only happiness—although it is only in its infancy, isn’t this exactly what paradise looks like in our minds?”