Chapter 479: with translation of chapter title

The old man's voice, weathered by vicissitudes, combined with Misha's tender voice, echoing in the spacious room: "After traversing the journey of life, I have left this flame I cherish in the deepest dream, hoping to entrust it to the nameless ones of future generations."

But somehow, he actually ran out of the dream bubble on his own and forgot his mission entirely. Sorry, really made you all watch a joke.

Ji Zi: "Because he was born wanting to pioneer, right? I think little Misha hasn't forgotten his duty as a guide, so he mistakenly took himself for a hotel bellboy and appeared at the very first moment of entering the star dream."

"The one who brought the comatose star here must be him, right? In that case, haven't we missed the Clockmaker's Legacy right at the start?"

Misha chuckled lightly: "Hehe. I have a troublesome friend who always says I've been winding around my whole life and ended up back at the start… maybe this is the stage every nameless one must go through."

"But in the end you still found me. Getting back to the point, you all who came here must surely be curious about what the Clockmaker's Legacy actually is; my hound should have mentioned the star core and the tycoon's wealth…"

"Please allow me to apologize, the star core indeed exists, but Mikhail's wealth is merely street talk."

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Black Robe Riot Squad.

Before he even pushed open the apartment door, Bu Che Er smelled a strong, leafy scent.

Fcukingshit……

Bu Che Er cursed under his breath, twisted the key in his hand, and walked into the smoke-filled room.

The sound system was playing old rock from the 80s, the volume shaking the walls. Several wrinkled old ladies in sequined short skirts were shaking their heads around the coffee table. Sitting in the center of the sofa was a soldier boy in a Hawaiian floral shirt, holding a cigar—he had his arms around two women, like a retired Florida old lecher, rather than a superhuman capable of sanctioning the Homelander.

Again this same scene—Bu Che Er had lost count of how many times this had happened.

"Hey, assholes." The soldier boy turned his head, holding a drink of suspicious color in his hand, "Want a drink?"

"No interest." Bu Che Er glanced at the group of elderly "sweethearts" in the room, his mouth twitching slightly, "Am I interrupting your takeoff?"

"No problem, I just landed." The soldier boy chuckled, pulling down his sunglasses slightly to reveal eyes as green as a forest, "So… you came looking for me because you have news about that guy?"

"Yes, but that guy is hiding."

"Could it be that he heard my news there?" His languid tone vanished, replaced by a dangerous metallic edge.

Since Huang Quan slashed that blade, the Homelander has completely gone into hiding; Wot Company's PR says he's 'resting,' but Starlight gave me internal intel—he suffers from severe PTSD, I don't know how many walls he's smashed." Hugh said, "But it seems his symptoms have eased lately, and he can now attend some unimportant meetings within Wot Company."

"This coward…" the soldier boy gave a contemptuous snort.

Although Huang Quan drawing his sword also frightened him quite a bit, he adjusted within less than a week. Frankly, he couldn't understand why a woman wielding a Japanese sword could be so formidable; this was still the first time he felt fear toward a woman.

"So what's the plan next?"

"According to Starlight, when the Harmony Festival is held, Wot Company will organize a massive gathering of superheroes to watch, and the Homelander will also be present. Then——"

"Alright, I got it. Use my chest cannon to clear the field directly? That's a good idea, but it'd be best if you could help me hold him… for one minute."

"One minute?" Bu Che Er decisively agreed, "Sure."

The soldier boy was very pleased with this plan; as soon as his chest cannon finished charging, no one could survive.

The Harmony Festival… it looks like that will be the Homelander's death date.

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"Clockmaker: 'In my childhood I bid farewell to my hometown and set out on the journey of pioneering, passing through one stop after another, finally stopping in Asidenà. I and my friends built the original Pinokangni, and have struggled for its future to this day……'"

"My whole life has been moving forward, using all my ability to smash the obstacles blocking the road. But in the end, my path also reached its terminus; my body is like a broken-down locomotive front, and I've left behind nothing worth entrusting… So, to ask what remains in this old locomotive that could be called a legacy… I think only those things still burning in the engine furnace."

"The current state of Pinokangni you already know. I certainly hope someone will come to help this world return to the right track. But this decision must be made by you, for the path of pioneering is never paved by others."

"So, I leave you a story and two gifts——"

Misha looked at the pocket watch hanging at his waist: "I want to give this to you: my pocket watch. It accompanied me on my long journey, guiding that ignorant foolish child ever forward, fortunate to have walked alongside such a great person to this day."

"And my hat. The person who guided me placed it on my head, from then on planting an impractical notion: the journey of pioneering will never end."

"Now it's up to you to make a choice. If you've made up your mind, push open that door and step into an old man's long dream."

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Fate.

"Alas, it's a pity Pinokangni has no Holy Grail War; otherwise, relying solely on these two holy relics—the hat and pocket watch—would be enough to resurrect Mikhail."

Tohsaka Rin spread her hands, saying with a face full of regret.

"Forget it, let's just stay quiet. If a Holy Grail War were to happen in Pinokangni, I don't know what it would turn into."

Shirou Emiya brought over the prepared tea-soaked rice, serving it in turn to Saber and the others: "Besides, Rin, Holy Grail Wars are participated by historical or legendary figures; if it really broke out, the summoned would likely be similar to Clock Kid, the Hanu brothers… If the Holy Grail War were held in Xianzhou, the heroic spirits that could be summoned might even be more."

"No no no, Shirou, Holy Grail Wars aren't just about slaughter; although the end requires choosing a victor, the process can be subtle." Rin Tohsaka lightly wagged her index finger, "For example, the Hanu brothers—if they saw Pinokangni now firmly under the family's grasp, would they feel lament or launch another rebellion against tyranny? Or summon Mikhail and Tielnan… what kind of dialogue would arise between them?"