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

"Swarovski, did you also experience an outbreak of Rift Monsters over there?"

Schwarz nodded.

"Suggestion: Go to the upper level first to check the situation."

Oleg nodded and turned to look at Seele and Luca.

"Seele, Luca, you two stay in the lower area. This rift outbreak is quite unusual, so be extra careful with your defenses!"

Seele gripped the sickle tightly and nodded. Luca's mechanical arm was still smoking, but he nodded as well, without saying a word.

Oleg turned to Schwarz.

"Swarovski, let's go. Let's go to the upper level first."

Schwarzko's electronic eye flickered, at an abnormally fast frequency.

His logic module has been processing a message that Clara is in the upper area.

He was very worried about Clara's safety.

"it is good."

Schwarz started walking towards the elevator. His pace was much faster than usual, and his mechanical legs made a rapid sound as they stepped on the stone pavement.

Oleg followed behind him without saying a word. He could tell that the robot was more anxious than anyone else at that moment.

"Swarovski".

"Ah."

"Is Clara in the upper section?"

Schwarzlo was silent for a second.

"Yes."

"Then you don't need to worry. Bronya won't let the child get hurt."

Chapter 72 My only wish is that everyone in the world can be like a dragon.

chaos.

Endless chaos.

Bronya stood in nothingness, with no solid ground beneath her feet and no sky above her head.

In the distance, stars twinkled, seemingly millions of miles away, yet also seemingly within reach.

She looked down at herself; her body was still there, but she couldn't feel any pain.

The excruciating pain from before had disappeared, replaced by an indescribable emptiness, as if my whole being had been drained.

She tried hard to recall what had just happened.

She was walking down the streets of the administrative district, pondering what to do next. Then the Demon King arrived and took over her body. Then a beam of white light fell. Then the Demon King disappeared.

She regained control of her body and saw her mother staggering towards her, tears streaming down her face.

She tried to raise her hand to wipe her mother's tears, but her body was in too much pain; she couldn't even move her fingers. Then she lost consciousness and ended up here.

"child."

A voice came from afar, as gentle as a spring breeze.

"Come here."

Bronya looked in the direction of the sound. A girl stood in the chaos, her figure blurred, as if shrouded in mist. She was waving at her, her movements very gentle, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Bronya looked at her, and a feeling she couldn't quite describe welled up inside her—a deep, indescribable warmth, as if she were seeing a long-lost relative.

She walked towards the girl unconsciously. Her steps treaded on nothingness, yet each step felt like stepping on solid ground. The chaos parted automatically before her, as if making way for her.

She walked to the girl's side, and the girl stretched out her hand and pointed into the distance. The blurry chaos became clearer in the direction of that finger. Bronya looked in the direction she was pointing.

Deep within the chaos, a figure sits with its back turned.

A wheelchair. His body was hunched over. His back looked young, but his posture was old and frail, as if he were carrying a very heavy burden.

His shoulders were slightly hunched, and he was curled up in a ball, as if he were very cold or enduring some kind of pain.

"That person is the one who has been controlling your body all along."

The girl's voice was very soft.

Bronya stared at the figure from behind.

Black hair, sitting in a wheelchair.

Tears suddenly streamed down her face. She didn't know why, she just couldn't control them.

That figure sat alone in the vast emptiness, with nothing behind him. He seemed very lonely.

The girl's figure suddenly grew taller, from half a head taller than her to a full head taller.

She reached out and gently touched Bronya's head, her gesture as tender as an elder comforting a younger person.

"My child, a hero is never alone. For behind him are countless followers."

Bronya looked up at her.

"Alisa Rand, the first Great Guardian?"

She blurted it out.

The girl smiled but didn't answer. She simply continued to watch the figure sitting in the wheelchair.

"It wasn't actually him who activated that lance."

Her voice was calm.

"It's you."

Bronya was stunned.

"I?"

"Because he has no destiny energy. He voluntarily gave up the will given by the protection."

"How could it not be him!"

Her voice sounded a little hurried.

"He's the most amazing person I've ever met! He saved Belleburg in just six days, ending the people's despair! Making the Rift Realm no longer invincible! Making the snowstorms no longer eternal! He..."

"child."

The girl interrupted her, her voice still gentle.

"Those who share the same ideals as heroes are also heroes."

Bronya froze. She stared at the figure in the wheelchair, unsure what to say.

"Why...why did he do that? He could have just ignored it. He could have treated it like a game, played until he was done, and then left. Why did he..."

Alisa didn't speak. She simply watched the retreating figure, her gaze gentle.

"Because he felt guilty."

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On the other side of chaos.

Lin Si was curled up in her wheelchair, her body still aching.

When the white light fell, he hadn't even had time to shut down his senses before he was hit hard.

Sitting here now, the pain has not subsided. He is hunched over, gritting his teeth, and his forehead is covered in sweat.

Scattered fragments appeared around him, like mirrors reflecting Berlberg's current miserable state.

Cocolia knelt in the ruins, holding Bronya, her eyes empty, too weak to even call out.

The antimatter legion's pawns trampled the newly sprouted seedlings, and yellow-black rift crystals grew wildly on the buildings.

The star core was laughing wildly, its voice sharp and piercing, as if seven hundred years of resentment were being released all at once.

The Silvermane Iron Guardians fought desperately, and the people of the Earthfire dug out wounded miners and wanderers from the ruins.

Hiluva's violin case smashed on the head of a dummy, then she took out another violin case. Pera's notebooks were scattered all over the ground, blown everywhere by the wind, but she didn't pick them up; she was saving people.

Jepard's wall was cracked, yet he was still standing at the very front.

Schwarzlo escorted the children to safety, but his body began to smoke, and the red light of his electronic eyes flickered erratically.

Tragedy was everywhere in Belleburg.

Lin Si fell silent.

His body was trembling, not from fear, but from anger—anger at himself.

He should have thought of that sooner.

Since the Star Core is a creation of the Destroyer Star God, wherever the Star Core is, an antimatter legion will inevitably descend.

How does the Antimatter Legion sense the star core?

It must be the enormous energy of the star's core.

Why would he be so foolish as to use the energy of the star's core?

He had originally planned to wait for the star core's energy to weaken before using the Holy Grail to suppress it, but everything happened too fast, so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

He took a deep breath and exhaled.

He suddenly remembered what Jingyuan had said to him that day.

'The biggest mistake that gifted people make is thinking they won't make mistakes.'

But now is not the time for reflection.

He raised his head, his gaze fixed on the depths of chaos.

Three imposing figures stood there.

The Emperor Bow Master stood there, bow behind him.

The God of Heaven slightly raised the hammer in his hand, as if he wanted to hand it to him, but after thinking for a moment, he put the hammer back. He broke off a stone from his shoulder and handed it to him.

A jigsaw puzzle appeared before the Harmony Heavenly Lord and floated to his side.

In the distance, there were still figures that had not yet appeared, hidden in the chaos, appearing and disappearing. They were watching him, Lin Si could feel it.

Some of those gazes were cold, some were burning, and some were devoid of any emotion.

As he predicted, the game is essentially a parallel world.

The Star God truly exists in this game.

He gave a wry smile.

We can no longer draw conclusions; we cannot make hasty judgments about uncertain things.

Regardless of whether this is a parallel world or not, Belloberg is now plunged into deeper despair because of the mistake he made.

Looking at those three imposing figures, he understood something.

If he makes a choice at this moment and accepts one of their blessings, he will instantly gain the ability to save Berloberg.

He glanced back at the scattered fragments; Berlberg's horrific condition was still unfolding.

He sighed.

This is not what he wanted.

The people of Belleburg waited for seven hundred years, but no one ever came forward to receive the Amber King's glimpse.

What does he have that they don't?

How could he gain power so easily?

They pleaded and begged, generation after generation, but still could not get that hope.

On what grounds?

They just wanted to survive, so they gave it their all, yet their hope was easily extinguished.