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

Then, he looked at the piece of paper on the table.

The title is "Speech on Succession Tomorrow".

His gaze fell on the eight characters below.

Then he fell silent.

Silent for a long time.

It went on for so long that Bronya became somewhat uneasy about it.

She didn't know what the Demon King would think.

Don't you think she's too naive?

Don't you think she's unsuitable to be the Great Protector?

He looked at the eight characters, reading them one by one.

Then he laughed.

It's not the Demon King's grinning, as if he thinks he has everything under control, nor is it the maniacal laughter of someone standing on the shoulders of the Creation Engine, completely exhilarated.

It was a quiet, heartfelt laugh.

Her eyes crinkled with laughter, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a wide smile.

It was like seeing the first ray of spring light on a cold winter night.

Bronya stared at that smile in her mind's eye, stunned.

She had never seen the Demon King laugh like that before.

Immediately afterwards, he summoned the star core and whispered a few words to it.

"Small core".

"Uncle! You're here!"

Shh, keep your voice down.

"Okay, Uncle!"

"This woman is going to be the Great Guardian tomorrow. You better behave and don't cause any trouble."

"Okay, Uncle! I'll be a very good boy!"

"Okay. We won't use the Creation Engine tonight. Let's get some rest. Uncle might come a little later tomorrow. Be a good boy/girl."

"Okay, Uncle! I'll wait for you!"

The star's core disappeared.

Lin Si glanced at the paper again, and the corners of her mouth curved down once more.

"Now I can finally get a good night's sleep."

He stretched.

"I'm really tired today."

Then he logged off.

Bronya: "........"

She regained control of her body.

She looked down at the paper on the table, at the eight characters she had written.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water.

In the direction of Yongdongling, the light from the geothermal heater was still on.

It's like a road leading to the future.

Bronya put the paper away, turned off the light, and lay down on the bed.

Close your eyes.

tomorrow.

She is the Great Protector.

She took a deep breath and then exhaled.

She smiled.

It's not because I'm not nervous.

It was because she suddenly remembered the Demon King's smile from earlier.

That quiet, heartfelt laugh.

She had no idea what the Demon King was laughing about.

But she felt that it must be a very good thing.

It was so good that even he, the hero who saved Belleberg, genuinely felt it was good.

Outside the window, the star core, hidden under the eaves, flickered with light and murmured softly.

"Uncle said he'd come a little later tomorrow... How late is 'a little later'... Uncle, you should be clear about that..."

No one answered it.

Only the wind blows from the snowfield, carrying the scent of earth.

That was an aura unseen for seven hundred years.

It is the breath of dawn.

Goodnight, Demon King.

After a long time, a red and white fox mask floated to Bronya's room window.

Immediately afterwards, a petite figure appeared in the room.

Hanabi looked around, first glancing at the sleeping Bronya, then at the room's furnishings, before fixing her gaze on the paper on the table and muttering softly:

"Is he a great hero who saves the world, or a great demon king who destroys the world? Let Lady Hanabi see!"

She picked up the paper, examined it carefully, and then her lips curled into a grin as if she wanted to burst into laughter, but after glancing back at the sleeping Bronya, she closed her mouth again.

"Oh my, Sambo, you have good taste!"

Chapter 68 The world belongs to all, long live the people!

Early morning, Belberg.

Bronya woke up very early. The sky outside the window was still overcast.

She put on the Silvermane Iron Guard uniform—no, from today onward, the Great Guardian's attire.

She tied her long gray hair into a three-strand braid, letting it hang down her back, and looked at herself in the mirror for a long time.

The person in the mirror looks very serious.

She tried to smile.

It's alright.

It's not too bad-looking.

She took a deep breath and pushed open the door to go out.

In the corridor, Pera was rushing over, her glasses perched on her nose, carrying a stack of files, and she almost bumped into her.

"Lady Bronya! They're here! They're here!"

Bronya took the file from her and helped her adjust her glasses.

"Tell me slowly. Who came?"

"Lady Bronya! People have arrived from the lower districts! A lot of them! The Iron Guards didn't stop them. Lady Cocolia gave instructions last night, but..."

She took a breath.

"But they also brought trash cans! Lots of trash cans! The kind that can walk!"

Bronya's lips twitched.

"Okay, let's go."

She strode forward, and Pera paused for a second before quickly following.

The square in the administrative district was packed with people.

The residents of the upper-level area stood on the left, dressed in thick clothes, their faces showing curiosity and a hint of nervousness.

The homeless people from the lower district stood on the right, their clothes patched up, their faces showing wariness and something indescribable—not hostility, but more like... bewilderment.

They haven't stood here for a long time.

So long ago, some people have forgotten that the sky over the administrative district used to look like this.

In the center of the square, Swallow's tall figure stood out.

His electronic eyes scanned the surrounding crowd, the red light shining steadily, as if he were calculating something.

Clara stood beside him, barefoot, her eyes curiously looking around, her little hands tightly gripping Swallow's mechanical fingers.

Oleg stood beside them, his white hair fluttering slightly in the morning breeze. Behind him stood dozens of Earthfire members. Seele leaned against a stone pillar in the square, her sickle tucked behind her back, looking nonchalant, but her gaze was constantly scanning the area.

Luka and Natasha are taking care of the children.

The children looked up at the sky in amazement.

Wow! What a huge roof!

Natasha explained with a light laugh.

"That's not a rooftop, that's the sky..."

There were also more than a hundred trash cans, arms crossed, lids slightly tilted back, standing on the edge of the square, lined up as neatly as a military parade.

The silver-white "King's Bucket" at the head of the group was particularly eye-catching, its lid held up the highest, displaying the most arrogant posture. Several children surrounded it, their eyes wide with surprise.

Bronya took a deep breath and led Pera toward everyone.

Her gaze swept across the crowd, Oleg nodded to her, Schwarzkopf's electric eyes flashed, and Jepard gave a standard Iron Guard salute.

"Let's go,"

She said,

"Let's go check out the snowfield first."

The group passed through the administrative district and walked onto the road leading to Yongdong Territory.

The geothermal heaters lined up along the roadside, their orange-red light gleaming faintly in the morning light. The black frozen earth stretched out beneath our feet, extending to the horizon.

A miner from the lower level squatted down, touched the soil under his feet, smelled it under his nose, and his eyes suddenly reddened.

"Mom, what are those people planting?"

A little girl from the lower-class area pointed to a field in the distance where a group of volunteers were planting seedlings. Their movements were not very skillful, but everyone was very serious.

The little girl's mother didn't say anything, but simply picked up her daughter so that she could see further.

Oleg walked beside Bronya, looking at the turned-up black earth, and remained silent for a long time.

"Bronya, is this what you meant by... letting the people from the Lower District come and see?"

She nodded.

"Some things are better seen with your own eyes than described a hundred times."

Schwarz stood at the back of the crowd, the electronic eye scanning the wall under construction, the busy volunteers, and the winding underground heating line.

His logic module is in the 'eeD', but this time it's not analyzing the threat level.

He was analyzing something else.

Seven hundred years. Seven hundred years of wind and snow, seven hundred years of blockade, seven hundred years of despair.

But now, walls are being built, the land is being turned over, and seeds are being planted.