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

Oleg was taken aback.

Lin Si continued:

"The current Grand Protector, my mother's original intention was also this."

His voice was calm, but every word was clear and powerful.

"She just took the wrong path."

"Someone needs to correct the mistakes."

Silence fell in the room once again.

Seele opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she couldn't say anything.

The red-haired youth stared blankly at the duck lady.

Pera's eyes were a little red.

Lingke remained expressionless, but her rabbit ears twitched slightly.

Oleg's expression changed.

At this moment, Bronya in her consciousness was also staring blankly at 'herself,' unconsciously murmuring words that came from 'herself's' mouth.

Lin Si didn't stop.

He turned around and faced everyone.

"We are bathed in a shared ideal."

"They are also pursuing the same aspirations."

His voice was calm, but every word seemed to strike a chord in people's hearts.

"Therefore, everyone in Belleberg is 'gay'."

There is no distinction between high and low, noble and base.

"All people are equal."

"Everyone strives for our shared ideals."

Oleg's expression changed completely.

He slowly stood up, placed his hands on the table, and leaned slightly forward.

"you....."

His voice trembled slightly.

Lin Si did not stop.

He continued, his voice growing louder and louder:

"For seven hundred years, cold waves have swallowed everything."

"But it did not devour Belloberg."

"This is not just due to the meager power provided by storage."

"It is also thanks to all the people of Belleburg that Belleburg has been built up bit by bit with their life's blood and sweat."

He paused for a moment.

"Beloberg has been able to withstand this cold wave for seven hundred years."

"Then let's just hold on for another ten thousand years."

"Until one day the cold wave is completely broken."

"Why not?"

The words had barely left his mouth...

Ta-da!

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!

The stirring music suddenly rang out.

But this time, it's not the Golden Experience Execution Song.

Instead, it's an electronic music track with a strong rhythm, an exciting melody, and dense drumbeats, as if it's matching the atmosphere of the moment.

Lin Si was taken aback.

Ninety Thousand Words? Or a DJ version?

How much stuff is stored in this game's BGM library?

But he quickly changed his mind.

Because at this moment, no one cares why the music is playing.

Everyone present stared blankly at Miss Duck.

Seele's eyes reddened.

The red-haired youth clenched his fist; his other 'hand' was an iron arm, which was now buzzing.

Pera's eyes were already brimming with tears.

Lingke remained expressionless, but her mouth was slightly open, as if she were silently repeating something.

Oleg trembled all over, and his eyes, which had weathered countless storms, shone with a long-lost light.

Lin Si looked at them and smiled slightly.

Then he slowly opened his mouth, his voice calm yet powerful:

"In our fight against the cold wave, you can die, and so can I, all of you here, and even the contemporary Great Protectors you hate."

They would all be willing to die for that distant, unseen tomorrow.

The torch is passed on; though the body dies, the will endures.

The children of Belleburg will never forget their ancestors and will continue to protect them in order to provide them with a warm sky.

And we, standing here now, should not and cannot give up that hope, even if it seems illusory to us.

Success may not be achieved by us, but we will certainly be a part of it.

"The Great Guardian is just a position."

"Throughout history, leaders have always been chosen by capable individuals."

"If there is a hero who can restore our land and save the people,"

He paused for a moment.

“We should take the land and rivers for our own use and be great protectors.”

With that, he manipulated Bronya, who was wearing duck pajamas, and led her step by step toward Oleg.

The background music was still playing, its rousing melody echoing in the small room.

He stretched out his hand.

"Comrade Oleg. The land is filled with sorrow and bloodshed, all for the sake of saving the people."

His voice was calm.

"Do you dare to join me in correcting our mistakes and leading Belloberg toward a brighter future?"

The room was so quiet that only the music and everyone's breathing could be heard.

Oleg looked at the hand wearing duck pajamas, then at the eyes.

She stood by the window; in the lower area, there was no sunlight, only the dim yellow glow of the mine and the candlelight.

Oleg had seen the sun; the clear sky of Belberg was illuminated only by that sliver of sunlight, which was almost devoid of warmth.

But that's precisely why sunlight is so precious in Belleburg.

Suncakes are a common snack in Beloborg, but most Beloborg residents only make them on Sun Festival and birthdays.

Because suncakes are so sweet, sugar is a precious commodity on this planet being swallowed by cold waves.

At this moment, Bronya, just standing there by the window, seemed more dazzling than the sun and more precious than sugar.

Those eyes held things he had seen in his youth.

That kind of spirited ambition to change the world.

That light that still holds hope for this broken world.

And then there's that kind of determination to take on everything.

He was silent for a moment, then he smiled.

Her eyes were red from laughing.

She smiled as if she had become twenty years younger.

He reached out and grasped that hand, and in doing so, grasped that light.

"Why don't you dare?"

Chapter 28 Hook wants it all!

Lin Si looked at everyone's expressions and Oleg's red eyes, and smiled.

They were laughing happily.

Everyone is, in fact, an idealist.

For example, there are two options.

The first option is for Mom to live happily forever.

The second option is to receive one hundred dollars.

Most people would subconsciously choose the first option because it is "good" enough.

But upon closer examination, isn't "living forever" a curse?

It is common knowledge that everyone will die eventually. When the word "forever" appears in the options, it is itself an impossible fantasy.

But people will still subconsciously choose the "good" option in that instant.

This is idealism.

It's not that I don't know how cruel reality is, or how difficult the road ahead will be.

But in that instant, deep down, I still wanted to believe that there was a better possibility.

Lin Si's words, in fact, cannot stand up to scrutiny from the perspective of Berloberg now.

Food shortages, resource shortages, rifting, energy crisis.

It's not just the lower areas that are like this; how much better can the upper areas be?

If things continue like this, it will be difficult for Berloberg to survive for another fifty years.

But the reason why idealists are idealists is that they will subconsciously choose to develop in the "good" direction.

They would choose to "do what they know is impossible".

Because there are always some things that are above others.

Lin Si has seen the real sun.

In his previous life, on the Immortal Ship, he had basked in the warmth of this sun.

Therefore, he knew better than anyone else that what Belleberg truly lacked was not resources, not food, and not even earth marrow.

It is the unity of people's hearts.

As long as there is humanity, as long as there are people willing to fight for that "vague hope," Berloberg can live on.

"Comrade Oleg."

He released his grip and looked at the middle-aged man with red-rimmed white hair in front of him.

"Please take care of me in the future."