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Chapter 279 - Even knowing it's wrong, the audience want to follow it~~

"But these two or three days are far too short compared to a long life."

At this point, Sunday showed a gentle smile and said slowly:

"In my view, the ideal social system should be a seven-day week off. The day after Sunday would be the second Sunday, the third, and so on, an eternal Sunday—that is the world I want to build, a day of eternal peace where nothing needs to be done."

After he said this—

Not to mention what the train crew or Firefly thought—

The audience exploded.

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: Huh? Holy sht? Sorry, Sunday! I was speaking too loudly just now! I apologize to you!

: Seven-day week off? Fck, am I dreaming?

: I must fully support Sunday right now, no—Brother Sunday! I won't allow anyone to oppose you, no one can defy you!

: Brother Sunday? Emperor Sunday!

: Who's Xipe? Never heard of them. The one I've always followed is Order Ena!

: Godlike!! Magnificent!! No more words needed!!

: Now I get it, I don't even care about that earlier nonsense.

: All that talk about the strong and the weak confused me, but I understood the seven-day week off. You don't even have to pay me, I'll support it with my whole heart.

: There are no two suns in the sky! In my heart, Brother Sunday is the only sun!

: You know, since I was born, I've always been a devout follower of Order. I will dedicate my talents to Order and help spread it across the world!

: I support Brother Sunday! Just give the word, and we'll back you as the new ruler of the universe!

: My corporate slave eyes' went wide. I was just arguing that Sunday's speech was too naïve, and now I just want to join the Order cult!

: He just wants us to rest for seven days! How is that wrong?!

Not long ago, those same viewers who said Brother Sunday's speech was childish—

In that instant, they were all converted.

All those who thought of themselves as joyful, harmonious, or hunters—

No need for more talk, they all fully supported Sunday as the leader.

And the name "Sunday" was universally and respectfully changed to Brother Sunday.

No helping it—the idea of a seven-day week off was just too powerful.

It resonated deeply with many people.

Who doesn't want to lie down after being exhausted every day? People go to work thinking about Tuesday, then Wednesday.

The two-day week off is like a carrot dangled in front of a donkey, just enough to keep it going.

At that moment, the barrage of on-screen comments was overwhelming.

Not a single person could remain rational or argue against Sunday.

Villain?

Savior!

In that quiet scene—

There were no special effects on Sunday's body, but in the audience's eyes, it was as if there was a radiant halo behind him, so bright they couldn't keep their eyes open!

Everyone couldn't help but want to shout out:

Loyalty!

This time, it was real loyalty.

"From this, everyone can truly return to their rightful place."

"Some gaze at the stars, intently calculating the distance of the isolated world 'Fagana' from us; others embrace each other in a quiet corner, with no burdensome responsibilities."

"Free from the sufferings of reality—only then can humanity face its destined end with dignity and live a life full of honor. That is the 'happy life.'"

Sunday finished speaking.

He stood silently in place, like a statue of a god, quietly watching everyone.

He calmly awaited their answer.

But in truth, everyone knew that no matter what the answer was, there was no way to avoid the distant, oppressive burden that lay ahead.

"'|...'"

Himeko was silent, and finally let out a sigh.

"It seems… there's no good way to refuse."

March 7th held her head, troubled.

"We're doomed. I really want to defect."

Stelle said, conflicted.

Only Firefly had unwavering eyes. She simply asked, "What is the cost?"

"The cost is negligible — just a 'perpetual martyrdom' that belongs to me alone. If we are to maintain this paradise for the masses, there must be someone who remains in perpetual clarity, facing the hardships of reality until the end of the universe."

Sunday turned his head and looked to the sky.

There once stood a great Aeon in the universe.

Like the only one who was awake — a perpetual martyr.

He established order, so that all beings would suffer no pain.

But he is no more.

Since his death came disaster, oppression, annihilation, and endless suffering.

Yet the universe has not ended. Someone must step into that position once more.

"Awake… so that paradise is a dream."

"To step into paradise is to abandon the real world, isn't it?"

Firefly keenly sensed the heart of the matter.

"This is not abandonment, but transcendence."

Sunday closed his eyes and replied calmly: "Flesh is weak. If material existence is the root of spiritual suffering, then we should transcend it."

"But in such happiness, people never overcome suffering — they forever lose the chance to conquer it!"

"This is evasion!"

Firefly reacted strongly, clenching her fists and shouting.

"You can see it that way."

Sunday opened his eyes and said bluntly, "But evasion is not shameful. On the contrary, everyone has a seed of escapism in their heart."

"But this doesn't conflict with a great cause. Only by acknowledging this can we understand the fragility of human nature — and thus show tolerance, and thus show strength!"

The debate between Firefly and Sunday.

Once again left the audience speechless.

This time, it hit even closer to home.

Because everyone has had cowardly thoughts.

Those who struggle with studying may want to give up learning.

Those who fail at work may want to give up working.

And even those who feel like failures in life may have thought of giving up on themselves.

But no one dares to tell others about these thoughts, because they fear ridicule, scolding, and mockery.

And at this moment, Sunday tells everyone: he knows, he's willing to listen, and he's even willing to support their escape.

And he will bear the cost.

When everyone else is preaching success, telling you that only by realizing your value can you be truly justified —

Sunday is willing to support escape, support failure, and believes it is not shameful — it is merely a reflection of human frailty. And only by accepting this can one truly open their heart and accept all imperfections.

More importantly, he is willing to act.

Not sacrificing others — but sacrificing himself.

True compassion, true religiousness, is embodied in him to the fullest.

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: So noble, Brother Sunday… so great.

: I'm almost convinced by him, really, no joke.

: Even though my worldview keeps telling me — this is too limiting, we're giving up our right to choose, giving up so many possibilities. But I just want to say, I want to wholeheartedly support Brother Sunday's choice.

: Yes, I understand all the logic, I have ten thousand ways to refute Brother Sunday, but he's too noble, so noble that I feel a strong urge to follow him — even if I know this world is an illusion, as long as it's created by Brother Sunday, I'm willing to follow him.

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