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

Her gaze swept around; the space was vast, so vast that she couldn't see the boundaries.

The sky was white, the ground was white, and everything in the distance was white. Only endless snow was swirling in the air, like a snowfall that would never stop.

And in this white expanse of sky and earth, there are many trash cans scattered around.

Some of them sat in the wind and snow, their bodies mostly buried, with only a corner of the lid showing; some lay on the snow, their metal arms hanging limply as if they were on the verge of death; and some leaned against their companions, their lids drooping low.

The stars recognize them.

They were the trash cans that had just come out of Belleburg together, lined up in a square formation, marching in perfect unison, like a small army.

But now, they are like flickering candles in the wind, easily extinguished.

What's wrong with them?

On March 7th, he squatted down and poked the nearest trash can.

The lid of the trash can lifted slightly, then closed weakly again.

March 7th's hand froze in mid-air, stunned.

Dan Heng remained silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the trash cans, his brows furrowing slightly.

He didn't know the principle behind it, why the trash can had become like that, or why Wang Zhizhi was sucking them in.

Xing stepped forward, bent down, and reached out to help up a trash can that had fallen to the ground in the snow. The lid of the trash can lifted slightly, making a weak sound.

"Keep moving forward. The bucket is with the king. The bucket is not with the king."

Xing's hand paused for a moment.

She looked down at the trash can, and the trash can looked back at her.

It's like saying, "Go ahead, don't worry about me."

Xing didn't say anything.

She stood up and stared at the trash cans for a long time.

March 7th and Danheng stood behind her, neither of them urging her on. The wind and snow swirled around them, chilling them to the bone, but no one moved.

Then Xing spoke.

"March, Danheng. Whatever Wang Zhitong wants to do, I want to help these trash cans."

March 7th chuckled and patted the snow off his hands.

"Great! Once we get out, we'll have to ask Wang Zhitong what he's up to. He suddenly sucked us in; it scared me to death."

Dan Heng nodded, his expression remaining cold, like a stoic bodyguard.

"it is good."

Chapter 105 I will live up to my will to protect and safeguard everything that is worth protecting!

The three continued on their way, the snow beneath their feet growing thicker and the wind growing stronger.

On March 7th, he rubbed his arms, shivered, and his teeth started chattering.

"It's so cold... A little bit of pioneering power isn't enough to keep out this chill."

Her voice trembled, and the white breath she exhaled was instantly dispersed by the wind.

Seeing this, Danheng pulled out a coat from thin air and handed it to March 7.

March 7th's eyes lit up, and he took the coat and quickly put it on.

"As expected of you, Danheng! You even prepared a jacket!"

Danheng's expression didn't change much, but his eyes clearly said, "You're the only one who wasn't prepared."

March 7th glared back defiantly.

"I forgot!"

Xing walked ahead without saying a word.

Her gaze fell on the trash cans she had passed along the way, and like the ones she had seen before, they were all in a state of near death.

But each one was looking at the stars, as if saying, "Keep moving forward, don't look back."

Xing pursed her lips, said nothing, but clenched her fists.

I don't know how long I walked.

It might be ten minutes, it might be an hour, it might be a whole day.

In this white space where there is no sun, no moon, no stars, time loses its meaning.

They finally arrived at an open space.

In the center of the arena, there is a throne.

On the throne sat a golden trash can. It rested one hand on the armrest, the lid tilted slightly upward, its posture languid yet noble, like a lonely king waiting for a guest from afar.

Wang Zhitong rose from his throne, the lid of the bucket opening and closing slightly with a soft sound.

“You’ve arrived.”

The star stood before it, watching it.

What are you doing?

"I am absorbing the wind and snow."

Wang Zhitong's voice was calm.

"These seven hundred years of wind and snow are the scars of this city. Although I can't take everything with me, I can take a part of it."

"But your companions..."

On March 7th, he couldn't help but speak up.

She had originally wanted to ask, "Why did you suck us in?", but it didn't matter anymore.

As she walked along, she watched the trash cans grow weaker and weaker; some were completely still, their lids askew.

She could feel them disappearing.

"They will disappear."

Wang Zhitong remained silent for a moment.

Its lid droops slightly, as if looking at the trash cans standing behind the star.

"They know."

Wang Zhitong's voice was very soft.

"They are willing."

Xing looked at Wang Zhitong.

She was a little sad.

She didn't know what she was sad about; they were just trash cans.

They don't cry, they don't laugh, and they don't say, "I want to live."

But they will say, "Where the king is, there the bucket is."

They will say, "Keep moving forward."

Wang Zhitong turned around, his back to them.

Its silhouette against the white space appeared somewhat lonely, the barrel leaning slightly forward as if bearing something very heavy.

"The will to preserve is not to fight, not to win, not to defeat the enemy."

Wang Zhitong's voice was very soft.

"It is protection. It is when you want to protect something, your hands will have strength. It is when you don't want to lose something, your heart will have light."

It paused for a moment.

“Trash cans are also part of this city. Even if we are just trash cans, we still want to protect Belleburg!”

It turned around to face the three people, with the lid tilted back.

"Our protection prevents us from traversing the stars. But you can. You are a visitor from beyond the heavens, carrying this will of protection, go and protect everything you want to protect."

Its sound is very soft.

"Just like you want to help us."

Xing remained silent for a moment.

She glanced back at the nearly lifeless trash cans that had followed her all the way. They seemed to say in unison,

"While the king is present, the bucket remains. Even when the king is absent, the bucket still exists."

Each sound was weak and feeble, but when they came together, they made the snowstorm tremble.

The sound echoed in the white space, making the snowflakes fly up.

Xing turned around and looked at Wang Yitong.

"I don't know if I can protect it, but I don't want to lose it!"

Wang Zhizhi lifted the lid of the bucket, as if nodding or approving.

"The ideals of all people are transformed into a single grand aspiration. Step forward, this is the will of all beings!"

Wang Zhiyi reached out his hand to Chaoxing.

The golden hand wasn't large, about the size of an average person's hand, and it shimmered in the white space.

Xing did not hesitate, stepped forward, and grasped the golden hand.

Her hands were a little cold, while Wang Zhitong's hands were a little warm.

The two hands clasped together, as if some kind of ritual had been completed.

Wang Zhitong looked at those hands and burst out laughing.

Laughter echoed through the space, snowflakes danced in the wind, and distant trash cans chanted in unison, "Where the king is, the trash can is; where the king is not, the trash can is still here."

The sound was deafening.

"Hahaha! Star! Let's go and witness this together, with our data protection!"

Wang Zhitong's voice grew louder and louder, as if he wanted to shout away the seven hundred years of wind and snow.

"An epic of wind and snow!"

Before he finished speaking, the body of Wang Zhitong slowly turned into specks of light.

Instead of shattering into dust, it melted like snowflakes, scattering piece by piece, with golden specks of light dancing in the white space like fireflies.

The wind and snow were slowly dissipating, as if someone had pressed the pause button; the wind stopped, and the snow stopped too.

"King's One Bucket!"

On March 7th, he shouted, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Xing also called out, but her voice was somewhat hoarse.

But the next second, Wang Zhitong, along with all the trash cans and the snow in the space, disappeared.

The white space collapsed, like a mirror being smashed. The fragments flew in the air and then dissipated into specks of light.

The three of them felt a sudden white light followed by a bright light.

They returned to the snowfield.

The wind is still blowing, and the snow is still falling.

But Wang Zhizhi's bucket disappeared, and so did all those trash cans.

The sky above the snow-covered plain was filled with the swirling golden light, which drifted away in the wind, fading into the distance, like the lingering echoes of a farewell.

Where Wang Zhizhi disappeared, a flaming spear was stuck in the chair that resembled both a throne and a toilet.

The gun was long and slender, entirely crimson, with a flame burning at its tip. The flame reflected on the snow, turning the entire snowfield red.

Xing stepped forward and looked at the flaming spear.