Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"It's just a simulation in a dream, do you think I'm afraid of you?!"

Dan Heng: "..."

Because Screw Gum said the test would be risky, Dan Heng insisted on coming in with March 7th.

Unexpectedly, this hurt the latter's self-esteem.

“March, I truly didn’t mean to underestimate you.” Dan Heng looked at March 7th, pointing to the enormous creature slowly approaching from the front:

"We should now focus on dealing with the unknown..."

"No, I'll have fun as long as you leave." March 7th raised her chin and snorted softly.

"I don't need any teammates, I can solo it!"

"No."

Danheng would never let March 7th act recklessly on his own.

Even with Screw Gum's protection, he was still not at ease.

Amidst the tense atmosphere between the two, the enormous creature finally appeared before them.

The piston rises and falls repeatedly, and the dense levers pull the gears to turn, emitting a dull roar, endlessly repairing the damaged body.

"Great, this opponent will truly showcase my abilities."

On March 7th, he took out his longbow and couldn't wait to shoot an arrow.

'puff--'

The icy arrow was embedded in the center of the giant gear and mercilessly shattered.

March 7: "..."

"Hehe, I really miss it." An old man with half of his arm hanging down slowly walked out from behind a pile of metal scrap.

He seemed to have a strong interest in both of them.

The old man stared at March 7th with his last remaining visual lens and nodded with great satisfaction.

“Once upon a time, there was an organism just like you standing here, daring to face the life created by the emperor himself.”

"Who are you?" On March 7th, he drew his bow, pointed it at the old man, and asked warily:

"Are you an enemy too?"

"..."

"Okay then, Danheng, you stand on their side, I'm going to take on three."

Dan Heng: "?"

Chapter 868 How can you say there have been no changes?

"Fight? What a violent word."

The old man shook his head, and a string of bitten-off cables fell out, along with several oxidized chips engraved with the Rupert Empire's emblem.

"Hehe... They all say I'm broken, just like this kid."

The terrifying steel fortress stepped forward and stood upright behind the old man.

The gears meshed continuously, making strange noises, as if responding to the old man's commands.

The old man stared at Danheng and March 7th, a faint glint of light in his eyes.

"The Emperor's legacy is not only open to the inorganic world. If you can relinquish your existing constraints... it will guide you in the right direction."

His words were like a spell, resonating deeply within Danheng and March 7th's minds.

It's as if something extraordinary will happen if one subconsciously accepts this so-called "imperial legacy."

"No need, I'm perfectly capable!"

In Danheng's daze, March 7th had already responded.

"What imperial legacy? Keep it for yourselves. If you're not happy, come and fight me."

Old man: "..."

He looked at Danheng:

"Young comrade, what about you?"

"I accept."

Almost without hesitation, Danheng chose to accept the inheritance.

"???" March 7th stared at him with wide, light blue eyes, looking at him with a mixture of disappointment and exasperation:

"Can't you have any backbone?"

"To show your courtesy for nothing is to be either an adulterer or a thief!"

"There's no such thing as a free lunch. Don't you have some hidden power? Why are you accepting it?"

"Having more strength is always a good thing," Dan Heng replied calmly.

"The differential universe should be a project that requires us to take the initiative, accumulate strength, and finally achieve results."

“If we do nothing, Mr. Screws will be in a difficult situation.”

"You're such a coward," March 7 muttered, arms crossed.

"What difference universe? I'm going to create a perfect universe!"

Ignoring their argument, the old man chuckled and handed some artifacts to Dan Heng:

"Since you have chosen to accept the Empire's legacy, then these things belong to you."

"But as I've said, we need to break some of those constraints."

The next moment, Danheng's body seemed to undergo some kind of change.

"...?"

Staring wide-eyed at Danheng, whose body had transformed into a steel form, March 7th exclaimed:

"You...you're not even human?!"

"Blood and flesh suffer, machinery soars." The old man laughed.

"To become a great inorganic life form is also the right path."

"Farewell, my friend."

The old man waved to the two men and then passed by them.

The massive metal fortress also moved slowly, stepping over the heads of March 7th and Danheng, and went off with the old man to an unknown destination.

"..."

Soon, the surrounding scenery changed.

This is a night market.

Danheng, now a machine, surveyed his surroundings.

The bustling streets were filled with the sounds of people.

"Are you alright?" March 7th asked curiously at the mechanical Dan Heng in front of her. She gently tapped his metal shoulder, making a crisp sound.

"Are you even thinking straight?"

“Barring any unforeseen circumstances, it will always work,” Danheng replied.

"Oh, I thought it was broken."

"..."

The two strolled around the night market.

The elderly, children, and women passed by them.

Danheng didn't detect any hostility in the vicinity; it seemed to be just an ordinary, bustling night market.

Snack stalls, jewelry stalls, and stalls selling balloons and goldfish scooping are set up one after another along the roadside.

One tent in particular stood out.

It emits a special halo.

"It seems that tent is our target."

“Oh, I’m not going,” March 7 replied in seven seconds.

"..."

Danheng felt utterly helpless.

In March, her rebellious nature became increasingly extreme.

"Hey, that bracelet is pretty nice."

On March 7th, I went to a small stall that specializes in selling jewelry and started picking and choosing.

She remained squatting and asked the stall owner, "How much is this bracelet?"

The owner, a middle-aged man, was overjoyed to see a young girl patronizing his business.

"Hehehe~ This one only requires 500,000 credits, it's not expensive."

"?" March 7th's smile froze:

"Are you alright? Five hundred thousand? Why don't you just rob someone?"

"Your stall is right on the roadside, you can't even afford a proper shop, how dare you sell it at this price?"

"Young lady, you don't know this," the middle-aged vendor stroked his stubble and chuckled.

"Guess what will happen if you buy this bracelet?"

Upon hearing this, March 7th raised an eyebrow: