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

Chapter 433 The Meaning of Behavior, Family History

"My actions will have meaning..."

Eve of Emptiness murmured those words to herself.

She seemed to have thought of something, but then felt it was all just empty talk.

Since actions give meaning, does that meaning disappear when an action fails?

Even if I think this matter is meaningful, what about other people's opinions?

If an action is given meaning, then the meaning follows the action; but if the meaning is the motivation for the action, then the action is meaningless.

Eve of Nothingness fell into deep thought once again.

She went to the kitchen and saw two thousand plates piled up in front of her.

"Since my actions have meaning, if I erase all these plates, do they still have meaning?"

Nothingness Eve reached out her hand, and the shadow of nothingness climbed onto the plate.

Just as all the plates were about to vanish into nothingness, a burst of laughter rang out, instantly shattering the shadows.

"Good children shouldn't try anything funny~~"

"Sometimes, your actions not only give meaning, but also create meaning."

A slight frown appeared on Eve's delicate face.

Besides pondering the masked man's words, she was also wondering if she really had to hand-wash two thousand plates herself.

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In the dream world created on Sunday.

The group met again.

"Uncle Yang! Danheng! Thank goodness you're still here, you scared me to death."

When I saw Walter Yang and Dan Heng on March 7th, I almost burst into tears.

Sunday was absolutely terrifying.

I never imagined that the gentle and refined head of the family would turn out like this.

"It's that dizzy feeling again..." Xing got up from the ground, feeling like the world was spinning.

"Lady Emerald".

Toppa immediately helped Jade, who was still a little unsteady on her feet, to her feet.

Liu Ying and Sang Bo, standing to the side, were not in much better shape; they were still in a state of confusion.

Only Huang Quan and Adek were somewhat better off; they were not affected too much.

"It seems we've entered a dream."

Adekter was well aware of their current situation.

"Judging from the current situation, that is indeed the case." Huang Quan looked around.

The surrounding area was filled with flashing lights and towering buildings, but it was completely deserted, making it seem utterly unreal.

"Do you two have any way to escape this dream?" Walter Young asked as he approached.

Adekert and Huang Quan shook their heads simultaneously.

"I'm sorry, I can't control dreams," Adekter said regretfully.

"I could try using nothingness to forcibly break through the dream."

“But it could very well drag everyone into the shadows,” Huang Quan said.

Walter Young was deep in thought.

Clearly, neither of these methods will work.

Suddenly, a huge change occurred in the dream.

On Sunday, a giant projection appeared in the sky above the crowd.

His figure shimmered with light, and the ring behind him swayed in an eerie manner, appearing both sacred and absurd.

“What exactly do you want to do?” Walter Young shouted.

The sound of Sunday is clear and sacred:

"I would like to invite you all to watch three plays together."

"They are respectively: Act I, 'Ode to the Prisoner'; Act II, 'Ode to the Foolish Servant'; and Act III, 'Ode to Order'."

"When you have watched these three plays and truly understood their meaning, I will open the door to what is called order."

"Well then, goodbye everyone."

After Sunday finished speaking, his enormous figure disappeared into the air, leaving only the crowd standing there.

"What do you think, Uncle Yang? Should we really listen to him?" March 7th asked anxiously.

Walter Young was silent for a moment. "For now, it seems we can only see what he wants to do first, and then look for loopholes in the dream."

The moment Walter Young finished speaking, the dream changed.

All the high-rise buildings in Pinocchio have disappeared, replaced by a stage set up in front of them.

Chairs appeared behind the group, seemingly urging them to sit down.

As the red curtain rises, the sounds of Sunday resound once more.

"Where should the story begin? Let's start from when it was either 'Pinocchio' or 'Frontier Prison'."

As the sound faded, many puppets appeared on the stage.

Their bodies are incredibly delicate, dressed in various colors, but their movements are very stiff.

"This place used to be a cramped prison. But we want to turn it into a paradise of freedom."

"In the Amber Calendar 2147, the prisoner Hanunu started a massive war and won. The company called it the 'Frontier War,' while the Asdna people called it the 'War of Independence.'"

"The cage has been shattered! The jailers have been driven away! But...where should we go now?"

"Mr. Hanunu was a great man. But we should not deny that he could bring freedom to prisoners, but he did not know how to give them true freedom."

“Respectable travelers, thank you for staying. But you cannot banish those jailers, even though they are no longer in Asdna.”

"Three nameless travelers stayed here, trying to convey the lessons of 'pioneering' to the frontier prison, but unfortunately, it was to no avail."

“We should build another prison, not in this world, but in people’s hearts. As long as we do not set them free, they will never be displaced.”

"Asdna is once again engulfed in war, this time the enemy comes from within. A prisoner is a prisoner until death, knowing only how to fight for freedom, not how to live for freedom."

"I hope you like this land of freedom on this scorched earth."

“Look, their sentences have long since ended, and the company’s jailers have been expelled. But these prisoners are still slaves, because what imprisons them is not external things, but their own hearts.”

"Freedom exists everywhere except in the weak soul. It can help no one but those who believe in its existence."

"Prisoners! I command you to learn freedom, and teach your brothers—to fight for life!"

The moment Sunday's voice faded, the dolls pounced on them.

March 7, sitting in the audience, was startled. "Why do we have to fight while watching a play?!"

"Because I not only want you all to enjoy this play, but I also hope that you... will help me complete it."

"So everyone, let's fight for the future of Pinocone."

"Just like before."

A look of confusion appeared on everyone's faces.

Although they didn't understand what Sunday was saying, the dolls were already on their faces.

The group understood and picked up their weapons, wiping out all the puppets.

Sunday exclaimed with delight, "That's right, that's exactly it!"

"For Pinocchio, for the belief in each of your hearts, and for that ideal world."

"This marks the beginning of the first act. Amidst the raging flames of war, the 'Frontier Prison' gradually transforms into a 'Land of Exile'."

Walter Young seemed to have figured out what Sunday was going to do.

"This is roughly the story of Pinocchio's creation: with the help of outsiders, the prisoners finally gained their freedom and established a 'place of exile' in the universe."

"But compared to the physical prison, Sunday seems to focus more on expressing people's spiritual predicament."

"So, he wants to tell us the history of Pinocchio?" March 7 asked.

Walter Young nodded. "Just wait and see."

"The more detailed the content you cram into a dream, the more unstable the dream becomes."

"We will definitely find a flaw, even if it's just the slightest inconsistency, we can break the dream."

Walter Young calmed himself down and carefully recalled what had just happened.

Besides the history of Pinocchio, Sunday seemed to want to tell them something else.

If it weren't important to them in their Sunday plans, they wouldn't have specifically arranged for them to watch these three plays on Sunday.

The sound of Sunday has been heard again.

"Now, Act Two begins."

"The story that follows revolves around the struggle for power. The seven major families—tree, grass, flower, bird, beast, fruit, and insect—are all established in Pinocchio."

"Peace never truly came to the land of exile. This history is too complex and multifaceted to be easily understood; please allow me to present it to you in the form of an allegory."

The puppets reappeared on the stage.

However, the puppets in this performance were more elaborately dressed, with noticeable changes in their costumes.

You can tell they are a housekeeper, a master, a businessman, an accountant, and a beekeeper.

The butler-like doll said, "Welcome to this mansion, guests from afar. Its founder has been driven out by the servants, and seven servants all believe they can replace their former master."

A voice from the sidelines on Sunday said, "The order in the land of exile is extremely chaotic, and there are internal and external troubles looming large. The seven major families are nominally united, but in reality, they each govern themselves and are constantly embroiled in disputes."

The merchant roared, "Accountant! You and I are the pillars of this mansion, we swore an oath of unity and never to betray each other—why do you want to kill me?"

"The Black Plum family was the first to withdraw from the civil war, but they became history forever in the 'White Desert' incident orchestrated by the Clover family."

The accountant clenched his fist, raised his head proudly, and said, "Because my master created you from the soil and me from the fire, I am more noble than you!"

“My child, you have never served the Old Lord and do not know his power. He can take away our freedom, and he can also give us freedom.”

"The head of the alfalfa family attempted to defect to the company, trading his freedom for survival, but was betrayed by his eldest son, who then took over as head of the family."

The beekeeper sighed repeatedly: "Those who dance with bees will inevitably suffer from bee venom. I knew my fate long ago; this day would come sooner or later."

"The galaxy is cruel and merciless. The Lantern Moth family tried to cultivate the silver tracks left by the train, but encountered the remnants of the insect swarm and was wiped out."

The newly arrived master opened his arms: "And I—I will become your new family and free you from the phantoms of death."

"It wasn't until Gopher led his family to the land of exile, and the five major families converted one after another, that Pinocchio was able to embrace its new name—Land of Dreams."

"This is...they're fighting over Pinocone?" Xing asked from the side.

"No, to be precise, it's about dividing it up." Jing Yuan understood the meaning the play was trying to convey.

He had seen this kind of thing countless times on the Immortal Ship.

"These people are the prototypes of the seven major family lines. They drove out the people who actually founded Pinocchio and wanted to seize the fruits of liberation."

"But because of the uneven distribution of benefits, all factions harbored ulterior motives and were openly and secretly vying for them."

Jingyuan's analysis was spot on; that was indeed the case back then.

At this moment, the puppet dressed in its master's clothes stepped off the stage and came to them.

"No way, we're going to fight?" March 7th was already a bit stressed.

“No, he has other intentions.” Emerald saw through the doll’s intentions.

The master puppet stretched out its hand to them and said, "Guests from afar, I beg you to help this house get rid of the poison of the lurking instigator."

"Uh... help you? What do we need to do?" March 7 asked instinctively.

"I hope they can all regain their rational composure and no longer be manipulated by hypocrisy," the master doll said haughtily.

Walter Young frowned slightly. "It seems that this second act does indeed depict Pinocchio's journey to the 'Land of Dreams,' and the family's arrival plays an indispensable role in it."

"But this 'new master'... doesn't seem like a good person?"

Xing's voice quietly reached everyone's ears.

“This may be the hidden meaning beneath Sunday’s context—‘Harmony’ changed Pinocchio, but the methods were no different from those of the old jailers.” Danheng’s expression was serious.

"So it sounds like we need to calm all these kneeling guys down, right?" March 7th asked.

“So it seems there’s only one way to calm down.” Sambo realized something and a smile appeared on his lips.

Xing had already pulled out a big stick.

"As expected, we still have to fight." March 7th sighed.

“Forceful suppression is always the simplest and most effective method,” Emerald said.

“Yes, like Eve.” Sambo shuddered at the thought of Eve.

They were truly afraid of being rewarded.

Under the attack of the crowd and the weapons.

The merchants no longer screamed, the accountants no longer talked about their contributions, the stewards willingly served their new masters, and the beekeepers died completely under their clubs.

At that moment, the master came before them and opened his arms.

"Thank you, guests from afar! Now the servants have regained their reason."

“O people! Your old Lord will not return. Only those who help one another through the righteous path and encourage one another with the truth will find fulfillment in one another!”

Suddenly, the play stopped.

The words of Sunday rang out again.

"Unfortunately, until the very end, they remained a group of slaves who had been granted freedom."

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

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