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On Sunday, he got more and more carried away, and his emotions went from calm to excited.

"Is this the order you, Mr. Sunday, believe in? Do you really think it's reasonable?"

Seeing Sunday's expression, Bai Zhi was a little surprised. This guy really did come to debate with her.

She thought this guy would come after her because she felt deceived.

"Of course it makes sense. Most conflicts nowadays are between the strong and the weak. Under the power of order, the strong have their own path and the weak have their own path. The two are completely unrelated."

“Since they are unrelated, there is no conflict, and order plays its role.”

Chapter 580 Bai Zhi: Why can birds fly?

"Dragon, your order is neither perfect nor pure!"

On Sunday, he stood up and said, "But I am willing to accept you. Come to Pinocone, and together we will establish true order."

The people around them became increasingly suspicious as they listened. This was the head of the Oak family, who should have been a fanatical believer.

But now the discussion is all about order.

Hmm... Although order has been swallowed up by synergy, and synergy can also be order, it's still too bizarre no matter how you look at it.

Bai Zhi shook her head. "No, Mr. Sunday, your order is the one that is imperfect."

"Why?"

Sunday frowned. "Wouldn't this preserve everyone's lives and happiness?"

Bai Zhi smiled. "Mr. Sunday, do you know that your idea reminds me of an ancient system—the caste system?"

"The strong have their path, and the weak have theirs. You have set everything, seemingly for equality, but in reality, you are using your absolute power to oppress everyone with order in a macro and egalitarian way."

"You do not understand!"

Sunday immediately retorted: "You know, when I was a priest, I encountered many illegal immigrants who would beg for a little food, while those wealthy merchants would spend money like water, but were extremely empty."

"Under the power of order, the weak only need to obtain some food to survive and achieve happiness, while the strong can satisfy more needs and fill their inner void."

"Hey, look at Chicken Wing Boy, what are you saying? Do you want to become a god and satisfy everyone's demands?"

Fireworks spoke.

"Why not?"

Sunday is a rhetorical question.

"They are all seeking their own god to fulfill their expectations. It is not that the god created the order for mankind, but that mankind needed such an order and thus created the god."

"That's a really convoluted theory, but I think, Chicken Wing Boy, you're too naive. What people say isn't necessarily true."

Sunday did not respond to Hanabi's words because he had witnessed many tragic events and believed that he could not possibly be wrong.

Then, he looked at Bai Zhi and said, "You know what? I actually envy that dimensional nexus. It's my ideal paradise, where there are no gods, only order."

"I hope I can also build such a paradise, one that can embrace all dignity and happiness, even criminals."

"Then why did you say you wanted to become a god? Chicken-winged boy, that's not the same as what you said before."

Sunday glanced at Fireworks lightly, "Sharp-tongued little girl, it's because there are too many people like you. You're good at finding loopholes, so even a strong order needs an adjudicator."

"Everyone, just enjoy happiness. I will take care of the rest, I will allow it, I will forgive it, and I will purify the evil in the world!"

Bai Zhi blinked. This line...it felt like she'd heard it somewhere before. It sounded vaguely familiar.

However, since they were debating scriptures, Bai Zhi ignored the sense of déjà vu and said, "Then everything is fixed, everything is fixed by order, people have no way forward, no future, what's the difference between such people and livestock kept in a pen?"

A silent Yellow Spring also chimed in: "When order locks everything in place, and everything operates according to a predetermined future, it will ultimately just be a continuous cycle, turning into a world devoid of life. Such a world will eventually head towards nothingness."

As a messenger of nothingness, she has a very strong premonition of how such a world will end up.

Sunday laughed, “Isn’t it good that everything is already set in stone? Everyone will get their own happiness. Ask those people in Pinocchio, which one of them didn’t willingly fall into this unparalleled dream?”

He pressed a button on a spot on the round table, and immediately a projection popped up.

It was an injured bird.

“Look, this bird is lying here because of an injured wing. If she continues to fly towards the sky, she will fall to her death, but order will protect her and let her live a long life in the warm nest.”

"It doesn't need to fly, it doesn't need to go into the sky to compete with other predators, it can just enjoy everything!"

Along with the words "Sunday," the image of a bird changed, transforming into a picture of a bird living happily in its nest.

"Mr. Sunday, why can birds fly?"

Bai Zhi asked a question that seemed rather puzzling.

"Does this have anything to do with what we're discussing?"

Sunday frowned. In his view, this saved the bird's life, and the bird could finally just enjoy everything.

"Of course, because the earliest birds couldn't fly. They were willing to try and constantly break the existing order, and then they evolved the ability to fly."

"If order restricts everything, then a bird that cannot fly will never fly."

Upon hearing this, Liu Ying looked at Bai Zhi with a gleam in her eyes.

The question of why birds can fly reminded her of the past.

Once, she was a pure Grammer Knight, born to exterminate the insects.

But the empire has been destroyed, and countless cavalrymen are still carrying out the old orders. She, however, has taken that step, no longer taking those orders as her life, and thus heading towards a higher sky. At the same time, she has embarked on her destiny, and her armor has gained performance far exceeding that of the past.

Perhaps this colleague of mine has had the same experience.

Sunday scoffed, “This is a lie, a lie of the strong. You haven’t seen countless weaklings fall on this path.”

"You only see the success of the strong, thus ignoring the protection of the weak. The weak don't need these things; they only need order to safeguard their lives."

"Who is weak is not defined by anyone else!"

Hearing Sunday's rebuttal, Firefly glared at Sunday angrily and said loudly, "Birds that fall to their deaths may be weak, but they are also strong; they have a pioneering spirit."

Bai Zhi immediately clapped her hands, "Liu Ying is right."

The cheer made Liu Ying blush. She lowered her head and asked softly, "Really? I'm the dumbest. I can only say some basic things."

"Well, I can also add something. Mr. Sunday, do you think the Order Star God Taiyi is a strong person?"

On Sunday, without hesitation, she replied, "Of course!"

"Then, similarly, the once powerful Star God of Order was ultimately swallowed up by the Alliance. Was He strong or weak?"

Sunday suddenly hit a snag. Yes, compared to the masses, the God of Order is so powerful that He should be a strong being, but He is still assimilated by His peers, and He is also a weak being.

This threw him into a panic.

Chapter 581 What do you think placer gold would need?

"In your rules, only you have the power to judge others, and only you can define who is strong and who is weak."

“Mr. Sunday, why do you think you have the right to decide who is noble and who is lowly? This is nothing but depriving people of their freedom.”

On Sunday, he shook his head and said seriously, "No! Freedom is precious, but the value of life surpasses freedom."

"Just like what my sister, the robin, saw after visiting countless worlds, in many worlds, people gained endless freedom, but what it brought them was nothing more than a terrifying abyss."

"Without order to restrain it, so-called freedom is nothing but chaos!"

"In an ideal order, everything will be perfect, things that increase people's desires will be eliminated, and people will live to their maximum lifespan and enjoy all happiness."

On Sunday, the projector switched to some brutal war scenes, where there was no order and killing was rampant, in order to enhance its persuasiveness.

So, do you believe that life is born solely to enjoy happiness?

Bai Zhi asked.

On Sunday, he nodded without hesitation. "I believe that the basic holiday system in society is a seven-day weekend. People should be able to enjoy a peaceful life without having to struggle for a living."

Bai Zhi smiled, "Mr. Sunday, I actually appreciate what you said."

"Would you like to join my team? Let's create a better tomorrow together!"

On Sunday, Bai Zhi extended her hand and extended a sincere invitation.

Even if the order Bai Zhi emerged from was different from his, it's not too late to repent now.

The new world he created needs angels to help him.

Bai Zhi smiled and shook her head. "No, do you think that what you have from birth, even if you consider it happiness, is what others see as something they were born with, really what they want?"

"I think there's a greatest common denominator!"

Bai Zhi shook her index finger, then pointed to the gold dust beside her and said:

"For example, what do you think happiness means to this Mr. Sand Gold next to me?"

Hearing this, Sunday frowned, then looked at Sunday's flamboyant attire again, and tentatively said, "I think he may need endless wealth, or a promotion in another position."

He had seen far too many people like Sha Jin—dressed in lavish clothes, their hearts filled with greed, wanting nothing more than more money.

"Is this your judgment? If you were God, and you gave him such a dream, would you think that makes him qualified, right?"

Bai Zhi now finally understands why the sandbox created on Sunday had so many bugs.

He thought he had a deep understanding of people's hearts, but in reality he perceived everything based on his own will and forcibly imposed a certain feeling on others.

I had a vague feeling that something was wrong on Sunday, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

His long experience as a priest in Pinocchio led him to develop a fixed understanding of people like Sandkin, including their personality and what they might need.

"Did you know that Mr. Sand Gold is an Evkin from the planet Tzgania-IV?"

Sand Gold glanced at Bai Zhi with some surprise; he hadn't expected Bai Zhi to know him so well.

"so what?"

I was a little confused on Sunday.

"He is the only Evgeny left on that planet. I think what he wanted was not money or status, but perhaps the company of his family and the warmth of his childhood."

As she said this, Bai Zhi nodded slightly to Sha Jin.

Placer gold:……

He was now genuinely curious about Bai Zhi's identity.

However, this curiosity is now more of a pure desire to deepen understanding, compared to the previous mindset of exploitation.

"Mr. Sand Gold is now living much better than when he was a slave. As one of the Stone Hearts, what kind of status does he have in the universe? He can easily determine the financial survival of a planet."

"But I think that if Mr. Sand Gold were to exchange all his status and wealth for the rebirth of his family, he would probably be very willing."

Sand Gold remained silent, but Bai Zhi's words truly resonated with him.

He would give up everything if he could see his family again.

"Everyone's happiness is different, but on Sunday, you arrogantly put your will above that of others."

Bai Zhi chuckled lightly, "It's like domineering parents telling their children, 'I'm doing this for your own good,' but in reality, they're distorting the child's will and showing no respect whatsoever."

"Without experience and self-awareness, one cannot find what one loves."

"Moreover, isn't this Pinocchio also proof of the ideals I've been talking about? If we respected order, this place would be a huge prison right now, not the star of the event!"

He was in a daze on Sunday.

If an ordinary person said these words to him, he probably wouldn't take them seriously.

But in his eyes, Bai Zhi was a follower of order, walking the same path as himself.

They should have been companions, but instead they turned around and argued with him.

"Mr. Sunday, is there anything else you would like to say?"

Sunday closed her eyes slightly, "No matter what, I will prove myself right."

Although Bai Zhi's words made him somewhat swayed, Sunday's will was still firm enough for someone who could step into the path of destiny and go deep into it.

If you can actually do it, then you can prove everything!

"Well, maybe then you'll feel the vast ocean that belongs to the people."

Bai Zhi smiled. She felt that the Fourth Calamity Plan proposed by Silver Wolf was still worth using.