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

If there were Servants like Saber who possessed anti-city Noble Phantasms, implementing this idea would be very simple.

Since we're calling him "Uncle," then we must make sure he feels the warmth from his uncle.

Lin Si's lips curved slightly, then she wiped the smile away.

In the site of the mechanical settlement, the enormous "gate" has been fully completed. The silver-gray metal frame gleams coldly under the lights, and the door is tightly closed, like a sleeping behemoth.

Schwarz and Clara were busy. Schwarz stood by the door, while Clara squatted at a small table beside her, fiddling with a bunch of small parts.

"Swarovski!"

Lin Sichao and the others shouted.

The homeless people, Swallow, and Clara in the arena heard the sound and looked over.

then.....

Everyone's expressions were priceless.

Because behind that gray-haired woman with three ponytails stood about a hundred trash cans with arms and legs.

These trash cans stood with their arms crossed and lids slightly tilted back, exuding an air of "invincible power" behind her, lined up as neatly as a military parade.

Leading the pack was the silver-white "King's Bucket," its lid tilted slightly upwards, displaying the most arrogant posture.

Schwarzko's electronic eyes flashed wildly a few times.

His logic module seems to be malfunctioning.

"Analysis in progress... Target: Trash cans. Quantity: 117. Characteristics: Capable of autonomous action. Conclusion:..."

He paused for a second.

"Unable to analyze."

Clara covered her mouth in astonishment, her red eyes wide with surprise.

"The trash can... is it walking?"

The homeless people whispered among themselves.

Am I seeing things?

"No, I saw it too."

"They're still moving..."

"The one in the lead is still posing..."

Lin Si remained expressionless and walked towards Schwarz.

The trash cans behind him moved along with him.

Schwarz silently pulled Clara up and took a half step back.

"Ding--"

The background music started playing again.

This time, only one line of lyrics was sung, not loudly, but clearly.

"Were you serious about taking that half-step back? Such a small movement, yet it caused so much damage!"

Lin Si paused for a moment.

His lips twitched.

What's wrong with this game? Where did all these background music tracks come from? Who installed them? Aha, are you watching?

He took a deep breath, suppressing these chaotic thoughts, and coughed lightly.

"The king will bring a bucket."

"exist!"

The king lifted the lid of the bucket with a muffled sound.

“Please wait here for a moment. I’ll go and speak with Mr. Schwarz.”

The lid of the first bucket swayed up and down, as if nodding in agreement. Then it turned around and waved its metal arm at the army of trash cans behind it.

"stand at attention!"

More than a hundred trash cans stood straight in a row.

"Take a break!"

More than a hundred trash cans simultaneously stretched out a metal leg half a step forward.

"Rest where you are!"

More than a hundred trash cans stood with their arms crossed and lids slightly tilted back, once again striking that "invincible" pose.

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

He decided not to watch it.

He walked alone toward Swallow.

"Swarovski".

He stopped a few steps away from Schwarz and looked up at the tall robot.

"Where are those automated robots you mentioned borrowing from the company? Can you take me to see them?"

Schwarzkopf's electronic eyes blinked.

His logic module recovered from the infinite loop of "why is the trash can walking?" and returned to normal.

"President Bronya."

His voice remained steady, without any fluctuations.

"You want to see those mechs?"

"right."

Lin Si nodded.

Schwarzlo was silent for a second.

"Come with me."

He turned around, took two steps, then stopped and looked down at Clara.

"Clara, you stay here."

Clara nodded obediently.

“Yes, Mr. Schwarz.”

Chapter 64 The fate of this city rests on the shoulders of the people.

Lin Si and Schwarz walked side by side in front, with Oleg following behind, and the three of them headed towards Rivet Town.

Throughout the journey, Schwarzkopf's electronic eyes kept flashing.

It wasn't the normal, regular flickering; instead, it was sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, as if it were undergoing some extremely complex process.

Lin Si knew what he was planning.

Motivation.

Why would a commander of the Silver Mane Iron Guard activate the company's automated mechs? What is his purpose? How threatening is it? Should we take precautions in advance?

The robot's brain just keeps turning over and over these things.

Lin Si ignored him and turned to look at Oleg.

"Oleg, how many men have you gathered?"

Oleg grinned.

“A lot. Because this is the first time that Di Huo has mobilized such a large number of people on his own initiative, many people from the lower districts responded. There are at least four or five hundred people in total, including those who can fight, those who can work, and those who can run errands.”

That's enough.

Lin Si nodded, her gaze falling on the outline of Rivet Town ahead.

The buildings in Rivet Town were packed tightly together, and the figures of the Rift Monsters could be seen appearing and disappearing in the alleys. Some were squatting on the rooftops, and some were lying at the base of the walls. There were quite a few of them.

He looked at it thoughtfully for a while.

“Today… no, tomorrow I will arrange for the Silvermane Iron Guards to come down and help you clean up the Rift monsters in the residential area. First, let those wanderers have a place to live, and then you can arrange some manpower to clean up the Rift creations in the mining area.”

Oleg nodded.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Lin Si noticed his hesitation.

Although Lin Si was unaware that Cocolia was making Bronya succeed to the throne tomorrow, he planned to talk to Cocolia about the Lower District after returning from the General's place tonight.

He was absolutely certain that he could get a 'great guardian who has rekindled hope' to agree.

"Just say what you have to say, Oleg."

Lin Si's tone was very calm.

“From today onwards, Belleburg will no longer have a distinction between upper and lower floors.”

Oleg took a deep breath, as if organizing his thoughts.

“Bronya, although you say there’s no longer a distinction between the upper and lower districts, the residents of the lower districts still generally harbor hostility towards the upper districts. Some people see it as ‘charity,’ while others see it as ‘surveillance.’ You know, over the years…”

He didn't finish speaking, but Lin Si understood.

Over the years, the lower districts have been locked down for far too long. So long that some people have forgotten they are also from Belloberg, only remembering that "the upper districts abandoned us."

Lin Si smiled.

"This problem... Tomorrow, you will lead everyone from the lower district—not necessarily everyone, just those who can come—to the upper district to see what it looks like now. That will suffice."

Oleg scratched his head, somewhat bewildered.

Lin Si didn't tell him that the upper-level area was now launching a "counterattack" against the snowstorm.

Just as he said before, everyone at Belloberg shares the ideal of "breaking through the cold wave." No matter how deeply hidden, when they finally see a glimmer of hope, they will all work together in that direction.

The snow and wind in the snowfields of Yongdong Territory have been mostly cleared.

He said, "Why don't we let them see for themselves?"

Once you see it, you'll naturally believe it.

Even if there is still hostility towards the upper class, this hostility will gradually fade away as they fight side by side towards a common ideal and in a gradually fairer and more just environment.

As long as they see even the slightest glimmer of hope that "the future will be better," they will put aside their dissatisfaction with "their own people" and work together in that direction.

Because, in the end, the upper and lower floors of Belleburg are all one family.

And because of this, the fate of this city rests on the shoulders of everyone.

Furthermore, because...

The rise and fall of the nation is the responsibility of every citizen.

Schwarzko's electronic eyes flashed, and he finally spoke.

"President Bronya."

His voice remained steady, but his speaking speed was a little slower than usual.

"Last night, I felt the creation engine activate."

Lin Si raised an eyebrow, smiled, and did not answer him directly.

"Swarovski, tomorrow, you should also take your men from your territory to the upper district."

Schwarzlo was silent for a moment.

His electronic eyes flashed a few times, as if he were making some kind of trade-off.

"can."

He finally nodded.