Collapse Iron: Cosplaying the Near-Death Star, but with a full destiny.

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"That deep-sea behemoth named Leviathan devoured something, something taboo that could touch the 'rules of the connection'."

"It is no longer satisfied with just one point."

"It wants to be that line."

"It wants to become a god that connects all things, defines cause and effect, and dominates all 'sequences'."

"And so, it was upgraded."

"It transformed into the Candle Dragon."

"It stretched its body out infinitely, traversing the past and future of the entire galaxy."

"It defines day and night with its breath, and spring and autumn with its scales."

"It forcibly binds the originally free and scattered reality to its back and makes it flow according to its will."

Feixiao clenched his fist, and the golden lines in the holographic projection snapped instantly.

"This is the essence of 'calamity'."

That's not a virus.

"That's... a 'cancerous' mutation on the timeline."

"When this auxiliary line develops its own consciousness, when it begins to arbitrarily alter the order of connections in pursuit of its own 'eternity,' and even devours those points of light as nourishment..."

"And then disaster struck."

Hoshi felt that she was having some difficulty breathing.

She looked at the broken lines, at the points of light that had fallen back into chaos.

An unprecedented sense of absurdity welled up inside me.

"so......"

She spoke with some difficulty.

"We've been...getting one thing wrong all along."

"We thought that by changing time, we could change reality."

"We thought that if we could go back in time and correct a mistake, the future would be better."

"For example... I saved Bai Heng."

"For example... I reversed Onpharos."

"But actually..."

Ye Xing raised his head, his eyes filled with a hint of confusion and a desire for confirmation, and looked at Fei Xiao.

"I just...changed the way I connected?"

"Are those tragic elements still there?"

"I just bypassed them?"

"It hasn't disappeared."

Feixiao nodded cruelly.

"Auxiliary lines are always just auxiliary lines."

"It only changes the reality that we can 'understand,' the image we see."

"But it is not reality itself."

"Those dead points, those broken points, they still lie quietly in the depths of darkness, never having moved an inch."

"You simply used a pen to draw a new curve, avoiding them and connecting to those 'living' points."

"That explains why..."

The black swan suddenly interjected, flipping over the tarot card in her hand to reveal an upside-down Wheel of Fortune.

"Why does such a flesh-and-blood Luofu exist deep in your memory?"

"Because of the tragedies you 'bypassed,' the causes and effects you 'deleted.'"

"They didn't really disappear."

"They were piled up in... the shadow of the guide lines."

"It turned into '魙'."

boom!

Shin's mind went blank.

She finally understood.

Why is she having nightmares?

Why did she see that three-headed corpse?

Why does Jingyuan say "energy is conserved, and disasters are conserved"?

turn out to be......

Her so-called "happy ending," her so-called "resurrection of all destinies."

Essentially, it's nothing more than the most brilliant...

"Cheating".

In the connect-the-dots game, she altered the rules and forcibly drew a perfect pattern.

But those mistakes covered by correction fluid, those marks erased by the eraser...

They turned to ashes, they turned to stains.

It remains forever on that piece of paper called "Universe".

"Oh......"

Hoshi let out a short, cold laugh.

She felt a little cold.

Subconsciously, she wanted to find some warmth.

She turned her head.

They met Xi Lian's gaze.

Xi Lian stood quietly behind her the whole time.

Throughout the entire process, this guardian of memory never uttered a single word.

But at the moment.

There was no surprise in those blue eyes with their diamond-shaped pupils.

There is only one type...

A compassionate and insightful peace that knew everything all along.

She looked at Hoshino.

The look in his eyes was as if he were looking at a child who had just discovered the truth of the world and was experiencing the collapse of his faith.

They didn't say much.

only......

Gently, almost imperceptibly...

He nodded.

The movement was very gentle.

It was as light as a petal falling onto the water.

But to Hoshino, it was like a thunderclap.

She got it.

Xi Lian already knew.

As the embodiment of memory, as an existence that remains conscious through countless cycles of reincarnation.

She understood the falsity of "time" better than anyone else, and the cruelty of "reality" better than anyone else.

But she didn't say it.

She was just accompanying Hoshino, helping her act out this "happy ending" drama.

Stay with her...

Try your best to draw the most beautiful flower on this stained paper.

"Auxiliary lines..."

Hoshi muttered to himself.

Her fingers traced lines in the air, as if touching an invisible line.

"Since it's a line..."

"Then it should be dead."

"It's a tool."

"It's a pen that's being held in someone's hand."

"But......"

Ye Xing suddenly raised his head, looked at Fei Xiao, and then at the golden dragon shadow that had reconnected in the holographic projection.

Why do "misfortunes" occur?

Why would there be a "time anomaly"?

Why did the dragon wake up?

A chilling conjecture struck her mind like lightning.

If the line is dead.

So, let's make the lines move...

It can only be the person who draws the lines.

If that dragon is asleep.

So let's awaken it...

It can only be the person who keeps shifting time, constantly revising cause and effect, and constantly scribbling and rewriting on paper.

"The person who uses the fluctuation as an auxiliary line..."

Hoshino's voice began to tremble.

She stretched out her newborn right hand and stared intently at the lines on her palm.

There.

The golden final rune is slowly rotating.

Reverse rotation.

"It's me..."

"Is it me?"

"Because I reversed time..."

"Because I forcibly changed the way the connection was made..."

"Because I..."

Did you wake it up?

Hoshi suddenly stood up.

The chair was knocked over, making a loud noise.

Her face was deathly pale, and her eyes were filled with unbelievable panic.

"The so-called calamity..."

"The so-called fall of the Star God..."

"It's not a natural disaster at all."

"yes......"

She pointed to her own nose.

My fingers are trembling violently.

"Was it my fault?"

"I am......"

"Who's the culprit?"

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