Collapse Iron: What does it mean to broaden the fate of four people in one sentence?

Because the earth marrow is also used to clear snow and wind.

The company has already helped them a lot; only the locals of Beloborg could have done it to completely drive away the snow and wind on this planet.

It's not just about climate and the ecosystem; it's also the shared ideal and direction of everyone at Belloberg.

"Ms. Jade, thank you for informing me."

Bronya's voice was calm.

"All the special products of the earth marrow produced after Belberg will be sold by the company."

The company has helped Belloberg so much; it's impossible for Belloberg not to reciprocate at all.

Currently, Belloberg only offers this feedback through the Emerald Talk project.

The fact that Jade took the initiative to bring up this project indicates that the project's profits are enormous, at least for Belloberg.

The company has already stated its position and expressed its attitude.

Jade smiled and nodded, not refusing.

“Ms. Bronya, once you’ve settled down in Belleburg, you might consider joining the company. I will personally introduce you.”

Bronya was taken aback. Join the company? She had never thought about that.

But looking into Emerald's gentle yet shrewd eyes, she remained silent for a moment, then smiled.

"Of course, if I can clear the snow and ice on Yalilo-VI in my lifetime, I will consider it."

Emerald looked at her for a long time. Then she smiled too.

"Okay, I'll wait."

"Lady Emerald".

"Ok?"

"The Demon King... Is the company looking for him?"

Jade's fingers paused for a moment.

She glanced at Bronya, her gaze lingering on her face for a moment, then smiled slightly.

“Miss Bronya, this is not a question you should be asking.”

Bronya nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

She knew the answer.

She said goodbye to Ms. Emerald and went down the stairs next to her.

There were also many visitors from outer space waiting for her at the scene.

A red-haired woman making desserts with the people of Belloberg, and a man with wings on his head...

Wait, wings on your head?

The world truly is full of all sorts of strange and wonderful people and events...

On the observation deck, Zhenzhu's paintbrush was still making a scratching sound.

On the drawing board, the reconstruction of Belberg is almost finished; the city walls are being repaired, houses are being built, and children are running around.

Schwarz stood beside her, his electronic eyes fixed on the canvas, the red light shining steadily.

"Mr. Schwarzlo".

Suddenly, Zhenzhu spoke, her voice very soft.

Schwarzkopf's electronic eyes blinked.

"Ah."

"What do you think Belloberg's future will be like?"

Schwarzlo remained silent for a moment.

"Warm".

Zhenzhu paused for a moment, then continued painting. A slight smile played at the corners of her lips.

"Warm".

But just as Pearl was about to make the final stroke, a huge golden figure suddenly appeared outside Belleburg.

The golden figure was hundreds of meters tall, but judging from its appearance...

It looks like a...giant golden trash can?!

Pearl paused for a moment, gazing at the golden trash can that seemed out of place in the city, and fell into deep thought.

Should we include this trash can in the drawing?

"........."

Chapter 104 Listening to the boss is the right thing to do.

Wang Zhitong stood on the snowfield, his golden body, hundreds of meters tall, gleaming in the sunlight.

On March 7th, standing far away, his mouth was wide open enough to fit a fist, and he held the camera in his hand but forgot to press the shutter.

As she stared at the golden colossus, only one thought remained in her mind: the 800-meter-tall trash can really existed.

Wow! It really is an 800-meter-tall trash can!

Her voice echoed across the snowfield, and then she frantically started pressing the shutter button.

Xing stood with her hands on her hips, chin raised, a smug look on her face that said, "My little one has finally grown up."

But she quickly picked up the baseball bat, aimed it at Wang Zhitong's knee, and squinted to get a better look.

She rubbed her fingers on the baseball bat a few times, seemingly hesitating whether to throw it.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally put the bat away, probably thinking that hitting his knee with such a big trash can wouldn't do any good.

Dan Heng also took photos with his phone, taking more than a dozen pictures, and chose the best one to upload to the train's think tank.

A new line appeared under the think tank's entry: "Yaliluo-VI, a giant trash can, is suspected to be related to the fate of the storage facility, and further observation is needed."

He put away his phone, crossed his arms, and stared blankly at Wang Zhitong.

Wang Zhitong squatted down, and his huge golden palm stretched out in front of Xing.

The lid of the bucket opened and closed slightly, the sound carrying down from hundreds of meters above.

"The ideals of the masses have become a single grand aspiration. Stars, lend me your strength!"

Xing was stunned.

She looked up at the enormous golden hand and smiled.

Without hesitation, she stepped forward.

Golden hands cradled her, slowly lifting her up and placing her on the bucket lid.

The bucket lid was huge, big enough to play badminton on. Xing stood on it, the wind blowing her hair back. She looked down and saw March 7th jumping and waving excitedly at her, and Dan Heng also nodded at her.

Although I don't know what this golden trash can is trying to say, or how to help it.

But Xing still nodded, gripped the bat tightly, and said firmly.

"King One Bucket! Let me lend you a hand!"

Wang Zhitong stood up and walked towards the distant snowfield.

"Excellent! The trash can can hold more than just trash! It can also hold this eternal wind and snow!"

The wind and snow began to pick up speed.

It didn't accelerate gradually; it accelerated suddenly, as if someone had attached a giant vacuum cleaner to the opening of a bucket.

The wind surged in from all directions, swirling snow from the ground and even pulling down clouds from the sky, sending them flying toward the mouth of the bucket.

Xing was standing on the bucket lid when he was unexpectedly pulled by the suction force. His foot slipped, the baseball bat slipped from his hand, and he was sucked into the bucket along with the wind and snow.

"what--!"

Her voice echoed inside the barrel, growing farther and farther away, fainter and fainter.

Outside, March 7th and Danheng stared at the scene for a moment, then a powerful suction force swept towards them.

Before March 7th could react, she was swept up by the suction force, her feet lifted off the ground, and she tumbled through the air, flying towards the opening of the barrel.

"March!"

Dan Heng reacted quickly, thrusting the spear into the ground, the tip sinking into the frozen earth. He gripped the handle with both hands to steady himself.

But March 7th's figure had already disappeared at the mouth of the barrel, and Xing was inside the barrel; his condition was unknown.

He gritted his teeth, pulled out the Strike Cloud, and leaped into the body of Wang Zhiyi's bucket, drawn in by the suction force.

Peace returned to the snowfield.

The wind is still blowing, the snow is still falling, but the golden colossus has already gone far away.

Only the huge footprints left in the snow prove that it once stayed here.

Two figures emerged from the shadows.

Hanabi's face was covered in ash, her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were covered in mud, but she smiled so much that her eyes curved into crescent moons.

Sambo wasn't in much better shape; his face was covered in ash, and his clothes were torn in several places, as if he had just crawled out of a battlefield.

"Oh dear, Sambo, why did you even think of doing something like this? With that power spreading around her, even if she wasn't being watched by the protection, she could still use the protection's power~"

The sound of fireworks carried a hint of teasing.

Sambo shrugged and patted the dust off his clothes.

"Boss Hook said she wants them all. Although old Sambo isn't a formal member of the Mole Party, he is their honorary advisor. Listening to the boss, isn't that a good idea?"

Hanabi laughed out loud upon hearing this.

"Alright, Lady Hanabi is going to find some other fun. Blacksmithing and farming are really tiring!"

She stretched, hummed a song, turned and walked away with light steps.

Sangbo smiled and didn't stop her.

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Inside the barrel of Wang Zhiyi was an endless white space.

Xing got up from the snow and brushed the snow off her body.

She had just regained her footing when she heard a whoosh of wind overhead. Looking up, she saw March 7th descending from the sky, his face filled with terror, his hands flailing wildly in the air.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Without saying a word, Xing opened his arms, ready to catch her.

March 7th struck her, and the two of them fell into the snow together, splashing up a cloud of white snow.

The impact was so strong that they slid a long way across the snow before hitting something and coming to a stop.

"Star...March...Are you alright?"

Danheng's voice came from above, followed by the sound of snow being shoveled, a soft, rustling sound.

It took Xing and March 7 a while to emerge from the snow.

Two heads protruded side by side on the snow, like two ground squirrels just peeking out of their burrow.

March 7th's hair was covered in snow, and Xing's face was covered in snow. The two looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

"Danheng, we're alright!"

On March 7th, he shouted upwards.

"By the way, how did Wang Zhitong manage to suck us all in?"

Danheng jumped down from the snow, spun Jiyun in his hand, and landed steadily.

He reached out and pulled the two of them out of the snow, his movements swift and decisive, without uttering a single unnecessary word.

Xing didn't say anything.