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

"Although it was infiltrating General Xianzhou's study, how could I possibly fail? That place was practically undefended; it was very easy~"

Kafka chuckled softly, gently shaking the wine glass in her hand, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.

"Elliot said that the young generals of the Immortal Ship are a crucial link in the future."

As long as you can deliver his compiled "Star Mysteries" to General Luofu's study, he will follow the "best" script without deviating.

Silver Wolf shrugged nonchalantly, turned around and grabbed the game console that was placed in the corner of the sofa.

Her eyes were glued to the leaderboard on the screen. The ID of "Demon King" at the top of the list was still firmly above her name, "Silver Wolf."

"A young general? Boring."

Kafka took a sip of red wine, her smile widening, and deliberately slowed her speech.

“Elio said, you’ll definitely be interested in this young general.”

These words instantly piqued Silver Wolf's curiosity. Her hand, which was typing on the keyboard, paused for a moment, she raised an eyebrow, and finally looked up.

"What else did Eriol say? Just say it all at once."

She wanted to see what kind of young general Elio would specifically mention and say he was of interest to her.

After all, Elio must know that she is only interested in 'games' and 'breaking the rules'.

She can't be more outrageous than that "demon king" who's above her, can she?

Thinking of this demon king, she frowned and gritted her teeth.

In the next script, when she goes to Luofu Immortal Ship, she will definitely "solo kill" this demon king offline!

We must let him know who the number one gamer in the universe is!

The appearance of this "demon king" not only broke her gaming hegemony, but also seemed to be touching her bottom line.

Because this demon king is outrageous, extremely outrageous!

It was so outrageous that even with some minor cheat codes, she still couldn't win.

For example, modifying game data, adjusting skill cooldown times, etc.

Even so, I still couldn't beat him.

What drove her to the brink of collapse was that even if this "demon king" played the game for three days and three nights straight without eating, drinking, or sleeping, he could still maintain a level of skill that was even higher than hers when she was using cheat codes. He never made a mistake due to fatigue or poor condition.

This is a terrible thing.

Silver Wolf has been playing games for so many years, and he knows better than anyone that when people play games, they are always affected by various factors such as time, state, and emotions, and their competitive level will inevitably fluctuate.

But this "demon king" is like a precise machine, always maintaining peak performance, and this performance far exceeds her 'limits'.

Before this demon king appeared, Silver Wolf never thought anyone could do this.

If she hadn't used a little trick to check this demon king's IP address...

She thought it was because this 'genius', Snail Gum, had actually come to play games for the first time ever!

Otherwise, how could he be "just a little bit" stronger than her, and how could his ID be "Demon King"?

When she first saw this ID, she thought someone was provoking her!

Because she has a 'partner' she's lived with since childhood, who is also called the Demon King.

Besides the Star Core Hunters, only Screw Gum and the Black Tower know this 'little secret'.

Kafka's gaze returned to the Black Tower space station, her tone remaining calm, yet concealing a subtle hint of seriousness:

"It says that this young general is the 'favorite' of the gods. The gods favor him because of a certain ideal, but because of this ideal, he will reject all the star gods."

"idea?"

Silver Wolf stopped playing the game and leaned forward slightly.

"What kind of ideology can win the favor of the gods? The gods? Including destruction, gluttony, and even the machine head?"

She spoke very casually, subconsciously ignoring the "Black Big Commander" who was sleeping deep in the universe and rarely mentioned by anyone.

Kafka shrugged, looking helpless.

"Elio didn't say, but it was very excited at the time, and its whole body was all puffed up."

As you know, it's usually very quiet and rarely gets this excited.

She chuckled softly as she said this.

"At that time, it kept spinning in circles, muttering something like 'Everyone is like a dragon,' 'Everyone is like a dragon'..."

After it calmed down a bit, it said:

This idea may be achievable by others in the world, but this young general can realize it at the fastest speed, ushering in a new era for the world.

Upon hearing this, Silver Wolf fell silent instantly, his eyes somewhat vacant.

Everyone is like a dragon?

These four words echoed repeatedly in her mind, and she subconsciously associated them with the game's settings.

Is it a new game mechanic? Or a "buff" that makes everyone stronger?

After a long silence, as if suddenly remembering something, she pressed for an answer.

"Isn't he said to be a young general of the Immortal Ship? Aren't all the generals of the Immortal Ship Lan's envoys?"

Since he rejected the gods, he must have rejected Lan as well, right? So how did he become a general?

Faced with this question, Kafka simply shook her head slightly, maintaining her shrug, and remained silent.

The helplessness in her eyes was self-evident; she didn't know the answer either, as Elio hadn't mentioned it to her.

Seeing this, the silver wolf pursed its lips, lay back down on the sofa, and sighed softly.

"Ah~ I hope his ideas can add a whole new way to play the universe, instead of like now, where there's nothing new except running around the map, fighting monsters, and climbing the leaderboard."

In her eyes, everything in the world is like a grand game.

Kafka chuckled softly as she looked at her, then took another sip of red wine, her tone gradually becoming more serious.

"Silver Wolf, get ready, the new script is about to begin, and we need to go wake 'her' too."

Silver Wolf didn't even raise his head; his fingers continued to tap randomly on the screen.

"They're just some anti-matter legions and small fry from the Black Tower. What's there to prepare? We can start anytime!"

Chapter 50 You've lost weight, you've aged.

The door to the machine shop was half open, and dim yellow light poured out from inside, falling on the snow.

Cocolia and Shiluva's song came to an end.

Two women, one standing at the doorway and the other sitting on the eaves, were separated by a few steps and the passage of years.

Cocolia wanted to say something, but Silva spoke first.

"Your voice is still so good."

The voice was light and airy, as if it were talking about something very ordinary.

Cocolia paused for a moment, then she smiled.

"You too."

Hiluva looked down at her, her lips curving upwards, but her eyes were a little red.

"It's so late, why aren't you asleep? Why are you out for a stroll? Is the Great Guardian so free?"

Cocolia shook her head.

I can't sleep.

Hiluva did not ask any further questions.

"Why don't you come in and have a seat?"

Cocolia was silent for a moment.

Hiluva didn't urge her; she just sat on the eaves, swinging her legs, and waited quietly.

After a while, Cocolia nodded.

"it is good."

Hiluva smiled.

She flipped down from the eaves, stumbled when she landed, her boots slipped on the ice, and she almost fell.

Cocolia instinctively reached out to help, but Hilva grabbed her arm.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I just slipped."

Hiluva steadied herself, let go of her grip, and patted the snow off her body.

She glanced at Cocolia and suddenly laughed.

"you lost weight."

Cocolia glanced at her as well, her gaze sweeping over her from head to toe.

"You're getting old."

"Hey!"

Hiluva's eyes widened, and her voice rose an octave.

"Can you talk?"

Cocolia smiled slightly but didn't reply.

Hiluva looked at her smile, opened her mouth slightly, and then closed it again.

She hadn't seen that smile in a long time.

She turned around and pushed open the door to the machine shop.

"Come in, it's cold outside."

A dim, yellow light streamed out from the doorway and fell on the snow, creating a warm-colored path.

Cocolia stood at the doorway, gazing at the light for a long time.

Then she stepped inside.

Behind him, the wind and snow were still falling.

It's much warmer inside the machine shop than outside.

Various parts and tools were piled up in the corner, several circuit diagrams were hanging on the wall, and a half-disassembled machine was on the workbench.

Hiluva moved the bar counter parts aside, making room for two seats.

"sit."

Cocolia sat down and looked around.

"It's still such a mess."

"Chaos is where inspiration comes from."

Hiluva, feeling perfectly justified, turned around and went to pour tea.

Two women sat facing each other, with a steaming cup of tea between them.

There are still many things to say.

Many things no longer need to be said.

Hiluva leaned her guitar against the side, held her teacup, and looked at Cocolia.

"You sang that line off-key."

"no."

"Ran."

"no."

"Ran."