"If people are born weak, from which god should the weak seek peace?"
"Upon these one hundred and seven thousand, three hundred and thirty-six stones-
The almighty Chord of Harmony, yours to command-"
"Harmonizer of universal praise!"
"Choir of Chord, Dominicus!"
In a quiet room, a handsome young man opened his eyes and sat up in bed.
The young man rubbed his forehead, put on his clothes, and headed outside.
"Why does it still come back to me? Little Grey Hair was way too ruthless. We agreed it was all an act, and she actually rammed me with the train!"
Once he reached the courtyard, the young man picked up a watering can from the table and began watering the flowers.
A closer look would reveal a pair of wing-shaped earrings behind his ears,
and a vertical halo behind his head, with contentment in his golden eyes.
His white-and-gold suit accentuated his nobility and composure.
Sunday finished watering the flowers and stretched. It had been almost three months since he arrived on the Douluo Continent.
That was right-he was a transmigrator. He had first transmigrated into the world of Honkai: Star Rail, where he gained an adorable younger sister.
To change the future course of events on Penacony, he had made extensive preparations,
but just as he was about to succeed, Terminus made a move, joining forces with the Aeon of Remembrance, Fuli, and Mechanical Head to eliminate him.
Even with the later arrival of the mysterious Mythus, there was still no saving the situation.
Just when Sunday thought he had failed and was about to die, the last remaining power of Order sent him out of the Universe and into the Douluo Plane.
"Sigh, I wonder how Robin is doing now. I don't know whether having her join the Express was right or wrong!"
Before leaving, Sunday had already arranged everything. If his ascension to godhood failed, he would shoulder everything himself and have Robin join the Express to receive its protection.
Watching the sun slowly rise outside, Sunday put on a white cloak and headed out.
Only when he reached an inconspicuous storefront on the outskirts of Heaven Dou City did he push open the door and enter.
"Mr. Sunday is here!"
"Big Brother Sunday!"
"Sir! Thank you for your hard work again!"
The many people waiting at the entrance stood up and cheered loudly at the sight of Sunday.
Seeing them, Sunday smiled as well. He gathered the children who rushed toward him into his arms and gently patted their backs.
"Sorry for the wait!"
After greeting everyone, he opened the door and let them enter in an orderly fashion.
The helpers standing nearby then set to work of their own accord.
Before long, thick cooking smoke drifted out of the building, and everyone lined up neatly to receive plain rice porridge.
Sunday himself sat at a table and began treating their illnesses.
Several children played inside the shop.
"Mr. Sunday, my shoulder keeps hurting when I walk lately!"
"It may be nerve pain caused by something being knocked out of place when you fell a few days ago. I have some medicine to ease it!"
"Mr. Sunday, I..."
Just as Sunday was nearly finished, a young man dressed in an ornate white robe approached him with a smile.
"Are you Mr. Sunday?"
Sunday looked calmly at the finely dressed man before him.
"The crown prince of Heaven Dou. What brings you to my humble Charity Hall?"
The moment the people around them heard that he was the crown prince, they fell silent and looked at Xue Qinghe with respect.
Xue Qinghe had not expected Sunday to recognize him immediately and was quite surprised.
"You truly are impressive, Mr. Sunday. I am indeed Xue Qinghe. May I ask how you recognized me?"
Sunday sighed and addressed the people still waiting in line.
"Everyone, that will be all for today. Please come back tomorrow!"
Hearing this, no one protested. They all gathered their belongings and left the shop.
"There was nothing to deduce. Your Highness's reputation for benevolence is known in every household throughout Heaven Dou City.
Although I rarely go out, I would hardly fail to recognize the empire's crown prince!"
Watching Sunday speak with such ease and confidence, Xue Qinghe recalled the investigation he had conducted earlier, and his wariness rose another notch.
I've never met him before. He appeared in Heaven Dou City only three months ago, and there's absolutely no information about him before that!
If I hadn't investigated Xue Xing beforehand, I would have thought he'd planted this man here!
Xue Qinghe-no, Qian Renxue-felt rather helpless. Ordinarily, she would not have cared at all about the appearance of a stranger,
but she had never expected what this handsome man named Sunday would do!
Opening a Charity Hall to take in and treat the displaced people around Heaven Dou City was already very dangerous.
Left with no choice, she had decided to come and sound him out.
"You needn't keep calling me crown prince, sir. I'm not that stern. Just call me Qinghe!"
Hearing this, Sunday gave Xue Qinghe a meaningful look, puzzled.
What is this girl trying to do? I haven't exposed my strength, have I? Why has she decided to come and probe me?
He had no idea how much his actions had shocked the Heaven Dou Emperor.
Someone was handing out porridge and treating illnesses right in front of you, beneath your very eyes. What was that if not plotting rebellion?
Fortunately, Xue Ye had a mild temper. After considerable persuasion from Xue Qinghe, he had decided to let him investigate the situation first.
"Ahem! Well, while inspecting the city recently, I heard that Heaven Dou City had a great philanthropist named Sunday!"
With Sunday staring at her so intently, Qian Renxue inexplicably grew a little bashful and hurried to find something to say.
Noticing his own lapse, Sunday showed no embarrassment. He simply poured Xue Qinghe a cup of tea as though nothing had happened.
"Me? I'm hardly a great philanthropist!"
Hearing someone praise him as a philanthropist, Sunday shook his head with a faint smile.
After transmigrating into the world of Honkai: Star Rail, he had not sat idle. To change the future-and guided by the teachings of his homeland-
he had spent a long time transforming the once bleak and corrupt Penacony into a true Planet of Festivities!
For the sake of those words, "the Penacony of Mikhail's dreams," he had kept striving!
In the end, his efforts had not been in vain. The place where dreams gathered had shone anew!
So, after Sunday transmigrated again and saw the impoverished people outside Heaven Dou City,
he could not bear to watch them suffer. He sold some of the valuables he carried and opened this Charity Hall.
Looking at the smile on Sunday's lips, Qian Renxue felt a certain kinship, as though she had met a kindred spirit, but resentment also stirred within her.
Those damned nobles. One day, I'll tear them out by the roots!
Although she put on an act before those people to better carry out her Nation-Stealing Plan,
her concern for the common people was genuine.
"Hehe, Mr. Sunday, you truly are just as the rumors say, with the people's welfare close to your heart!
Would you be interested in coming to the Crown Prince's Manor? A person of your insight should not be left in obscurity!"
Qian Renxue had already forgotten her original purpose. Now, she wanted to recruit this young man!
At her words, Sunday posed a question to her.
"Is that so? Then would Your Highness answer a question for me?"
"What question?"
Qian Renxue looked at Sunday with curiosity.
Sunday's lips curled upward at her response.
"If... the power and wealth of the strong can conceal their crimes, who can pass judgment upon them? If the weak..."
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