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

"Uncle, this trash can is so much fun! Can I play with it?"

"What are you, a mere star core, doing playing games with a trash can?"

“I can turn it into a giant trash can! Just like that big machine from last night!”

"...No need, thank you."

Sambo's expression shifted as he looked at the pulsating star core on Bronya's shoulder. But he said nothing, only giving Bronya a deep look.

Oleg looked at the talking, glowing little crystal with some curiosity.

But in this world, even trash cans have become sentient, so what else is unacceptable?

He shook his head and sighed.

Lin Si turned around and looked at the trash can again.

The lid of the bucket under the king was tilted slightly, as if it were also sizing him up.

One person, one bucket; they looked at each other—the atmosphere was perfect! And the background music started playing again without warning!

The instrumental version of "Bohemian," the Dragon March!

The moment the music started!

The king moved the bucket!

With lightning speed, it launched a spinning kick, its metal leg sweeping towards Lin Si's waist with a whoosh!

Lin Si reacted instantly, dodging to the side.

The metal leg brushed against the hem of his clothes, bringing with it a cool breeze.

The king seemed somewhat surprised; its lid tilted slightly, as if it hadn't expected the person to dodge it.

It let out a cold sound.

"Humph!"

Lin Si steadied herself, listened to the background music, looked at the king and smiled.

"You little brat, you dare to attack first?"

He flexed his wrists and grinned.

"If you can't beat me in three moves, you're out of business!"

The star core bounced around on his shoulder, its light flashing like neon lights.

"Go, Uncle! Go, Uncle!"

Then he added another sentence.

"Keep up the good work, trash cans!"

Lin Si: "......"

Which side is this brat on?

Oleg and Sambo exchanged a glance, then reluctantly stepped back, leaving the area for each of them to have a bucket.

Wang Xiatong didn't give him any more time to think.

Its iron legs slammed into the ground, and the entire barrel shot out like a cannonball, charging towards Lin Si with unstoppable momentum!

He pulled his right arm back, his clenched fist making a cracking sound.

Then he swung it out suddenly!

The fist whistled through the air, tearing a hole in it. Oleg couldn't help but shout, "Watch out!"

Lin Si's lips curled up slightly.

Everything in the room seemed to slow down.

He took a deep breath, his eyes sharpening.

"something, for nothing,"

He clenched his fist, pulled his right arm back slightly, and tensed his muscles.

"Sixteen times the boost!"

"A serious punch!"

Lin Si threw a punch.

Simple and unpretentious.

There were no fancy moves, no cool special effects, and not even a loud wind.

It was just an ordinary straight punch.

But we can't lose in terms of momentum!

"clang!"

The two fists collided, producing a loud, metallic sound.

Lin Siwen remained motionless.

After the king took a bucket, he stepped back three steps.

It looked down at its metal fist, where a deep dent was etched into the surface.

He looked up again at the gray-haired woman opposite him, who was smiling as she withdrew her fist, her expression saying, "That's it?"

The king looked at her in disbelief.

Look at this lady whose style seems to have become "simple" at this moment.

Looked for a long time.

Then it stretched out its hand, made a standard bowing gesture, and lifted the lid of the bucket.

"I am the king's trash can! The king of trash cans!"

Its voice was still muffled, but there was something new in its tone.

"Mortal, I acknowledge you!"

Lin Si: "......"

No? That's it?

What happened to the promise of "the king is not confused, the king is not yielding, the king is not regretful, and the king will never admit defeat"?

You surrendered after just one punch?

His lips twitched, and he was about to say something...

Rumble, rumble, rumble...

The ground began to shake.

It wasn't the kind of earth-shaking tremor like the Creation Engine, but a dense tremor that came from afar, as if something was surging in from all directions.

Lin Si raised her head and looked around.

Then his expression froze.

Every single trash can in Panyan Town stood up at that moment.

Dozens, no, hundreds of trash cans emerged from street corners, alleyways, and behind houses, some of which were clearly from the upper floors.

Their metal legs moved in unison, converging on his location and forming a neat square formation in front of him.

Then, they all bowed in unison.

"Welcome to the birth of the new king!"

The sound was loud and powerful, echoing throughout the entire town of Panyan.

Lin Si: "......."

Oleg: "..."

Sambo smiled and glanced at an ordinary-looking trash can in the middle of the room.

A half-red, half-white fox mask hung on its barrel, gleaming faintly in the dim light.

He smiled but didn't say anything.

The star core bounced so hard on my shoulder it almost took off.

"Uncle! You're the king of trash cans! You're the king of trash cans! Hahahaha!"

The star core laughed like a fool, its light flashing, as if the entire core was about to crack open.

Lin Si took a deep breath.

He took another deep breath.

He looked at the hundreds of neatly arranged trash cans in front of him, at their pious "welcoming the new king" attitude, and then at himself.

Good, still no toes visible.

He suddenly felt like logging off.

"king."

The king stepped forward, the lid of the bucket slightly tilted back, and spoke solemnly.

"From this day forward, you are the new king of the trash cans. All trash cans shall obey your command."

Chapter 62 Fireworks

Lin Si looked at the neatly arranged trash cans and opened her mouth.

I wanted to say "I won't take it," but I swallowed the words back.

He turned to look at Sambo.

He had a gut feeling that these trash cans were definitely connected to this slick smuggler. But he had no proof, so he could only keep it to himself for now.

He sighed and asked the king for a bucket.

"Then let me ask you, what can a trash can do?"

Wang Yitong remained silent for a second.

It proudly raised the lid of the bucket.

"It can hold trash!"

Lin Si's lips twitched.

What else can a trash can hold if it doesn't hold trash? What are you so proud of?

"Anything else?"

Wang Yitong pondered for a while.

"It can block the way!"

"Anything else?"

A longer period of contemplation.

"Can it... be used as a stool?"

Lin Si stared at it expressionlessly.

The lid of the bucket under the king's hand drooped slightly, as if he were feeling guilty.

Then it proudly lifted the bucket lid! It even struck a bodybuilder's pose, bending its two metal arms to show off its muscles.

"We can still fight! We're really good at fighting!"

Lin Si: "......."

He sighed.

Although trash can spirits are a bit quirky, how can they not be considered a force?

He comforted himself.