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

Then they handed me a bill; the numbers looked like phone numbers.

He shivered, not from the cold, but from the company's character, which he knew all too well.

A group of businessmen under the guise of "security" can turn anything into a business, even turning the King of Amber's hammer into a tourist package.

He sighed and looked at the star core in his hand.

"So, it's useless now?"

Old Bai thought about it again.

"It should have some other uses, right? After all, it's a huge energy source."

Lamancha thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

"Hey? Old Bai? You said you'd take it back and let it supply us with electricity, what do you think?"

The star core flashed intensely for a moment.

It listened silently as these two ruthless individuals discussed how to deal with it.

Okay, okay, you just got out of prison and now you're going to jail, right?

But faced with this ruthless person who could grab it with his bare hands and subdue it, it didn't dare to utter a single word in rebuttal. It could only silently flinch to show that it was still alive.

Old Bai nodded.

"It should be worth a try. However, this star core has developed its own consciousness, so we need to erase it first."

This will ensure it releases energy in the direction we've set. The meager energy required for power generation won't attract antimatter armies.

Upon hearing this, Star Core finally couldn't hold back any longer.

It began to flash violently, the light flickering on and off, and the sound carried a trembling tone that was almost pleading.

"Big brother! I was wrong! Please don't erase my memory! I promise I'll work hard for you! Please!"

Upon hearing this, Lao Bai looked at the star core, shook his head, and remained silent.

His gaze was calm, as if he were looking at an object unworthy of pity. This star core didn't know it was wrong; it knew it was going to die.

Raman examined the star core in his hand, his face expressionless.

Then he crushed the star core.

There was no hesitation, no wavering.

The fragments slipped through his fingers, turning into tiny specks of light that dissipated in the wind.

Enormous energy surged from the shattered star core, stirring up wind and snow all around, creating snow waves tens of meters high that rushed towards the distant mountain walls, triggering an avalanche.

The thunderous sound echoed across the snowfield, and waves of snow rolled down the hillside with tremendous force.

But Lamancha and the monkeys around him were unaffected; the wind and snow parted automatically in front of them, as if an invisible wall had blocked all the impact.

"Just crush it like that? Isn't that too easy on it?"

Old Bai asked with a smile.

Lamancha dusted off his hands and smiled.

"What else can we do? You really want to use it to supply us with electricity?"

The tuft of hair on Old Bai's head swayed.

"When I was young, I was invited by the Masked Fool, so I have a bit of a sense of humor."

Lamancha covered his face speechlessly.

He pressed his fingers on his temples and rubbed them for a while.

"Alright, Lao Bai. Although we can't take away all the wind and snow, taking away some should be possible, right?"

Old Bai nodded.

“Take it from the other side of this planet. That way it won’t affect their development. Keep the amount taken to less than five percent, and the impact on the climate will be negligible.”

Lamancha walked and laughed; he seemed to be in a very good mood.

"Honestly, I'd like to live on this planet."

He looked up at the sky; the smoke from the battle hadn't completely dissipated, but he could still see a few stars through it.

"The endless wind and snow not only slowed down the virus, but perhaps also due to the climate, I was completely unaffected when the seal was broken this time."

Old Bai followed closely at his feet, his four legs leaving a trail of small footprints in the snow.

"Bananas are tropical fruits, and there are no bananas here."

Lamancha paused for a moment.

He glanced down at Old Bai, who looked up at him, and then Lamancha smiled.

"Hahahaha... To be honest, I'm starting to believe that you were invited by the Masked Fool when you were young."

His laughter echoed across the snow-covered plain, sending snowflakes flying.

"But adding a little more biodiversity to this planet wouldn't be a bad idea, would it?"

Old Bai laughed too, his tuft of hair on his head swaying like a windmill.

"Banana banana banana!"

The monkeys joined in the chorus, and for a moment the snowfield was filled with the sound of "bananas".

Lamancha laughed even harder. He bent down, scooped up a handful of snow, and threw it at Old Bai.

Old Bai nimbly jumped away, and the snowball hit the snow behind him, exploding into a cloud of white mist.

Old Bai also scooped up a handful of snow and threw it at Lamancha.

Lamancha didn't dodge; the snowball hit his chest and shattered into a white mess.

The man and the monkey looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

The avalanche in the distance had stopped, and the snowfield had returned to calm.

The smoke of battle still lingers, enemy troops continue to arrive, and the fighting continues.

But on this more distant snowfield, laughter and the sound of "bananas" mingled together, like an uninvited party.

Raman smiled and glanced in the direction of Belloberg.

The golden barrier was still there, its light dimmer than before, but it remained steadfast.

Below the barrier, the mechanical colossi were still stepping on the pawns, one step at a time, like the pendulum of some kind of machine.

Further away, in the direction of the administrative district, you can see golden dots of light twinkling, one by one, forming a continuous expanse.

"Old Bai."

"Ah."

"Do you think the people on this planet know what they're protecting?"

Old Bai thought for a moment, and his ahoge (cowlick) wobbled.

“I know. What they are protecting is their homeland. Not the land, not the city walls, but their home.”

Ramancha nodded.

He didn't say anything more, but just kept walking forward.

The monkeys followed behind him, lined up in a row, like a small army.

The wind blew from the snowfield, carrying the scent of earth.

That was the breath of dawn.

Lamancha took a deep breath and then exhaled.

"Let's go."

"Where?"

"Go and help."

He paused for a moment,

"We can't have come all this way for nothing."

Old Bai laughed.

"banana."

Chapter 96 Good Deeds and Altruism

Late at night, Lin Si lay in bed, the blue light from his phone screen shining on his face, turning his white hair a pale blue.

Messages kept popping up.

Playing cards recklessly: "Why? Why can't I win 30 hands in a row, but as soon as you come, I can't win anymore?"

The image of "Playing Cards to the Death" flashed on the screen, followed by a string of question marks and exclamation marks.

Lin Si could picture Qing Que's expression right now.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, her lips were pouting so much they could hang an oil bottle, and her eyes were wide open, staring at the card table as if she were staring at an old friend who had betrayed her.

Ever since Lin Si arrived, Qing Que hasn't won a single hand.

Her momentum of winning thirty hands in a row was abruptly cut off, like a wild horse suddenly being put on a leash.

She tried all sorts of playing styles—aggressive, conservative, defensive, and offensive—but no matter how she played, the cards seemed to be working against her, giving her the cards she wanted but not the cards she needed, and giving her the cards she didn't want.

Seeing her frantic state, her card-playing friends all held back their laughter and dared not utter a sound.

When the game ended, her expression was as if she had just experienced a dramatic ups and downs in her life, changing from "I am the chosen one" to "I am the one abandoned by heaven".

Lin Si smiled and tapped her finger on the screen.

Demon King: "Do you even understand the significance of the title 'Demon King'?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end. Then came a barrage of messages!

Playing cards to the death: "!!!"

Playing cards recklessly: "What value do you have? You're just a wheelchair user!"

Playing cards recklessly: "The Demon King is too strong in this version, I suggest nerfing him!"

Then came a string of red-toned emojis.

One after another, some were smoking, some were breathing fire, some had steam coming out of their heads, and some had their whole faces flushed red.

Qingque probably dug out every single Hongwen emoji she could find and dumped them all at once.

Lin Si couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Honestly, today, although he didn't win 30 consecutive hands like he did with Qingque before, he still won 7 out of 10 hands.

Since he arrived, Qingque hasn't won a single hand.

This isn't a matter of the aura; it's a matter of the energy field.

In Qingque's words, "This version of the Demon King is too powerful."

He replied with a head-patting emoji.

A small hand patted the screen, as if soothing a cat with its fur standing on end.

Qingque became even angrier.

Another barrage of memes followed, including people throwing cards, flipping tables, collapsing in despair, and lying down in resignation.

Lin Si stared at the screen, a slight smile playing on her lips, but didn't reply before putting down her phone.

"Big monster, help me up."

Lin Si called out to the bedside.

A round, chubby automated machine emerged from the corner.

This mech is one of the automated mechs that Lin Si bought from Scott.

The package he retrieved from the port contained five mechs: a Wolftooth, a Grizzly, a Beetle, a Spider, and a Warhound.