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

Lin Si's lips curled into a smile.

When Aha saw him smile, he smiled too, his smile on his mask growing even wider, almost splitting open from both sides of his face.

"They invited them to a party but not Aha? Aha's furious! Aha's going to cause trouble!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Si pretended to sigh.

"You can't say that. I've only met them twice in total. But I used to play games with you every day."

Aha was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! As expected of Aha's chosen one! How did you know?"

Lin Si shrugged.

“I was only a little skeptical before. But just now I could sense that many star gods have appeared, but you were the only one missing. So I'm sure now.”

Ahab circled around him once.

"What do you think? They didn't save you, only Aha saved you! So Aha is good, they are bad! Do you understand!"

Lin Si's lips twitched.

"Okay, you're the best."

Ahha laughed loudly and floated down in front of him.

"Since you could guess it was Aha, you should also be able to guess what happened to your leg, right? Isn't that Aha's fault?"

Lin Si was silent for a moment.

Previously, I consulted the physicians of the Chiming Clan and Lady Bailu in Xianzhou. They both said it was a genetic defect that would only allow me to walk for seventeen years.

He thought it was innate, a 'flaw' in the immortal ship.

But after what he had just experienced, and seeing Aha in front of him, he realized that it might not be a genetic problem.

Because it is "reversing cause and effect".

It was nothingness, or balance, or something else, that caused his legs to become paralyzed.

Ah can save him, but he can't let him go without paying any price.

I should be grateful to Ah for saving my life.

But how was he able to maintain his walking for seventeen years?

Because he only started playing games last year, and while playing, he met Aha, who noticed him, and then...

Then it caught the attention of all the star gods.

Lin Si shrugged.

"It doesn't matter. You always lose something when you gain something. It's just a pair of legs, but it can give hope to everyone in the world who is in despair. Doesn't that sound worthwhile?"

Aha was silent for a moment.

Then it laughed. Not the wild laughter it had just given, but a very soft laugh, as soft as the wind blowing through the leaves.

"Aha has decided to make it up to you!"

Lin Si was taken aback.

"How will they compensate us?"

Before he finished speaking, a golden light flashed in the chaos.

It's not that light, soft gold; it's a glaring, blindingly flashy gold.

The light grew brighter and closer, and then, something golden fell from the sky.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Aha's voice echoed in the chaos, as if he were presiding over a grand awards ceremony.

"The Golden Wheelchair! It was made from materials that Aha and Akivili salvaged after crashing through the storage wall!"

Lin Si stared at the object and fell silent.

This wheelchair...

Well, how should I put it?

It looks like a throne, and also like a toilet.

The chair back is high and carved with intricate patterns, if those crooked lines can be called patterns.

The handrail is inlaid with two huge red amber stones, so brightly red that they look fake.

The wheels weren't ordinary wheels; they were golden gears, each one gleaming.

The cushion was made of dark red velvet, with a few crooked characters embroidered on it.

“Aha and Akivili were here.”

The overall color scheme is extremely flashy, extremely extravagant, and extremely... ugly.

Lin Si's lips twitched.

"Can I refuse?"

Ahha laughed loudly, conjuring up a pair of ethereal hands that lifted him from his wheelchair.

"Refusal is ineffective! Don't worry! It's not the kind of toilet you're thinking of that will torture you when you sit on it! This was made by Aha and Akivili themselves! Guaranteed to give you a fantastic experience!"

Lin Si's face darkened.

"Hey buddy, if you're going to read minds, fine, but can you please not say it to the person's face?"

Aha ignored him and put him on the golden wheelchair.

The cushion was surprisingly soft, like sitting on a cloud.

The handrail is at just the right height; it's very comfortable to rest your hand on it.

The curve of the chair back conformed to his spine, making him feel as if he were wrapped in a warm shell.

Lin Si was stunned for a moment.

This thing... is actually quite comfortable?

Aha lifted the wheelchair above his head, as if he were lifting a sandbag to throw.

"Go away!"

Then Lin Si flew away.

The wheelchair carried him at an incredible speed through the chaos, the surrounding starlight stretched into thin lines, and the wind howled in his ears, so fast that he couldn't open his eyes.

"Hey hey hey? Put me down! Aha! Aha!"

His voice echoed in the chaos, but there was no response.

Only Ah's loud laughter came from behind, growing fainter and fainter.

It's like saying "Have fun".

"Ahahahaha!"

Chapter 79 The Wonderful Use of the Holy Cup

In the chaos, the figure sitting in the golden wheelchair had already flown far away.

Bronya stood there, head tilted back, watching the golden light disappear into the depths of chaos, remaining silent for a long time.

The golden wheelchair gleamed, making the demon king sitting on it appear incredibly sacred.

Golden light emanated from every gear of the wheelchair, leaving a long trail of light behind him, like a shooting star streaking across the chaotic sky.

Bronya didn't know what to say.

She had just heard the Demon King's grand vow, and those eight words were still echoing in her mind. She was still wondering what kind of person could say such things and make such a choice.

Then the Demon King took flight.

Sitting in a golden wheelchair that resembled both a toilet and a throne, it flew out in an extremely comical posture, shouting, "Put me down!"

Whether it's that grand ambition or taking off in a golden wheelchair, all she can say is...

This is so demonic.

Alisa's figure chuckled softly beside her.

“Go back, child. He has done all he could. Now that you agree with his ideals, it’s up to you.”

Bronya was taken aback.

Go back? How can she go back? She doesn't know how to get back!

She looked down at herself; her body was still there, her consciousness was still there, but she just didn't know how to leave this place.

She looked up at Alisa again, and Alisa looked back at her. The two of them stood in the chaos, staring at each other, neither of them speaking first.

The atmosphere at the scene fell into a subtle tension.

After a long while, Alisa coughed lightly, looked away, and muttered something to herself.

"Why haven't they arrived yet?"

"........"

Bronya looked at Aliza's bewildered expression and fell silent.

No, Ancestor, where did your unfathomable strength go?

Where did that philosophical aura of "those who share the same ideals as heroes are also heroes" go?

Where did that elder's demeanor of touching his head and calling him "child" go?

Just as Bronya was about to say something to break the awkward silence, a voice rang in her ears.

"Oh dear, since our old Sambo said he wants to add some screen time to himself, although he doesn't have to be the main character, he has to be a key but not so key role."

"Thanks to the guidance of the God of Fun, we were able to retrieve the Holy Grail. But the God of Fun didn't say whether we should return it after use..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Bronya felt herself being pulled by a force.

My vision blurred, then went black, then bright again.

Then she saw Alisa Rand in front of her again.

Bronya: "..."

Alisa: "......."

Cocolia, holding Bronya: "..."

Cocolia, who had been watching Bronya in her arms, felt her eyelids flutter. Overjoyed, a smile appeared on her face, which was still wet with tears.

But then, a figure appeared out of thin air in front of her, standing in the ruins, in the smoke of gunpowder, right in front of her.

She glanced at the figure, somewhat absentmindedly.

She always felt that she had seen this person somewhere before, in a portrait, in the files of the builders, in the memory of every Beloborg.

Bronya turned her head slightly to look at her mother's face. Her tears were still wet, her eyes were red and swollen, her hair was disheveled, and there was dried blood at the corner of her mouth.

She knelt in the ruins, holding her, her hands trembling, as if she were holding a lost treasure that had been found again.

"Mother..."

Cocolia's tears flowed again. She reached out and touched Bronya's face with trembling hands, as if to make sure she was really awake.

"You're awake...you're finally awake..."

Her voice broke into several fragments, as if she had said it countless times in a dream, finally receiving an answer.

Bronya tried to sit up, but her body was still in pain.

She gritted her teeth, braced herself against the rubble, and slowly sat up straight.

Looking at her mother's face, stained with tears and blood, she wanted to say, "I'm fine," "Don't cry," and "I'm sorry for making you worry."

But the words stuck in his throat.

She simply reached out and gently took her mother's hand. Cocolia's fingers were cold and trembling.