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

(The previous chapter was revised; this chapter will remain unchanged for now, following the original plot.)

The star and March 7th stared at each other.

"Did I...did I do anything before?"

It seems that Changyueye did not synchronize the memories that were just taken from her into March 7's memories.

Hoshi decided not to tell her about this embarrassing incident.

"No... I didn't do anything."

March 7th stared at Hoshino's face, which was as red as a ripe apple, with some suspicion.

Although those golden-gray eyes still lacked their usual spirit, they seemed to have become a little...moister?

Moreover, the blanket was covering him completely, with only his head sticking out, like a little hamster that had done something wrong and was afraid of being discovered.

"real?"

The girl tilted her head, and her pink ahoge (antenna-like hair sticking up) swayed slightly.

"I feel like... I just had a dream?"

"That's dreaming."

The star was resolute and decisive.

She even pulled the blanket up to cover half of her face.

"Anything can happen in dreams, but when you wake up, it's time to go to sleep."

March 7th pursed his lips.

"Alright, alright, time to sleep."

She yawned and crawled back into her bed.

Of course, I didn't forget to double-check the location of the Pam doll.

"Don't cross the line."

The lights went out.

The room was plunged into a soft darkness.

Only outside the window, the vast Milky Way streamed in through the huge porthole, spreading a layer of frost on the carpet.

The train travels through space.

All around was eternal silence, an endless night.

In such an environment, people's thoughts are like wild horses, always running uncontrollably towards those ethereal or sentimental places.

This is what is known as the "late-night emo moment".

Hoshi lay flat on the bed, staring blankly at the small patch of starlight on the ceiling.

The breathing around me was very soft.

But he clearly wasn't asleep either.

"Why."

In the darkness, March 7th suddenly rolled over, facing the direction of the planet.

By the starlight, you can see those eyes sparkling.

"Can't sleep?"

Star Question.

"A little."

March 7th reached over the head of the Pam doll and grasped a handful of starlight in the air.

I was thinking about... your hands.

Hoshino subconsciously moved her right shoulder.

It was deserted there.

Although the wound has healed and stopped bleeding, the sense of loss still lingers like a ghost, reminding me of its existence from time to time.

"Can it grow back?"

March 7th's voice was very soft and cautious.

"Since you possess that... power of 'abundance' and 'immortality,' and I see you were able to reattach your broken back, your hands should be fine too, right?"

"Theoretically, it is possible."

Hoshi watched the shooting star streak across the sky outside the window.

"If you find the original arm, press it on the wound, and apply a little pressure, it should grow back."

"It's like assembling building blocks."

"That's great!"

On March 7th, he suddenly sat up straight, half of his body sticking out of the covers.

"Then we just need to go look for it at that place...you know...where you came from, right? Since it was dropped during the war, it must still be on the battlefield, right?"

Mohoshi was silent for two seconds.

"It's gone."

she says.

"Huh? Was it eaten by that bug?"

March 7th was somewhat disappointing.

"no."

Shihoshi turned his head and looked at the girl's worried face.

"Because it's in the future."

March 7th blinked.

The CPU is starting to overload.

"In a parallel future... even if we drive a train until our legs break, we will never be able to reach it."

Mohoshi smiled, his tone relaxed.

It's as casual as saying, "I left my keys at home."

But that sounds like complete nonsense.

Since it's supposed to be a parallel universe, then of course we can't find it.

Since it's all about the future, how do we find it now?

This is a classic example of how a single conversation with a wise person is more valuable than any other conversation.

March 7th was stunned for a long time.

In the end, he could only lie back down in frustration.

"You're too... too calm."

She muttered to herself.

"Those are your hands."

"I'm used to it."

The word "㳉星" is still the same.

The room fell silent again.

A long time passed, so long that Hoshino thought the girl had fallen asleep.

The voice rang out again.

"that……"

March 7th rolled over this time, lying face down on the pillow, her chin resting on the ear of the Pam doll.

"I heard from Xing that she met Miss Huangquan when she was in Pinocchio."

"She said Miss Huang Quan is... a Void Envoy?"

"Um."

Hoshi responded.

I felt a little nervous.

Yellow Springs...

That woman was indeed one of the travelers who had gone the furthest on the path of nothingness.

"Hoshi said that even just being near Miss Huangquan makes him feel... very uncomfortable."

March 7th frowned, seemingly trying to recall Xing's description at the time.

"It's like colors fading, sounds disappearing, and even the meaning of existence becoming blurred."

"It's like... being completely submerged in cold water that has no temperature at all."

She looked up and stared at the spot on Hoshino's chest that was covered by the blanket.

There is a true mark of "nothingness" there.

"Are you... feeling this way right now?"

Question 7 of March.

"Are you... feeling very uncomfortable?"

She regretted asking the question immediately afterward.

Isn't that obvious?

As Black Swan just said, that thing is constantly eroding her sense of existence, how could she possibly feel good?

Asking this kind of question is like rubbing salt into a wound.

"It's okay if you don't want to say! I was just asking casually!"

March 7th hurriedly waved his hand.

Hoshi stared at the ceiling.

There was a small spot of light there, which seemed to be a reflection from the train's exterior.

That feeling?

in fact……

I've truly become numb to it all.

When I first wrote this concept, it was simply for the sake of creating a sense of "fragmentation" and the "beautiful, strong, and tragic" kind of coolness.

But when you're actually in it...

That feeling of being forgotten by the world every second, of doubting one's own existence every second...

It really is like drowning.

Moreover, he was drowning in a deep sea with no bottom, no shore, and no light.

He vanished into nothingness.

I want to die so badly...

Just lie there like that.

Do nothing.

I wish it were like that.

But I still love this world.

The invasion of "nothingness" usually lasts only a short while.

After all, as soon as something emerges, the "immortal" that has already attained enlightenment will jump out and give the "nothingness" a head-on blow.

"Pleasure" can also get involved.

But if you want to die...

But she couldn't say.

Telling them will only make them worry unnecessarily.

Moreover, for that parallel world version of myself who has experienced hundreds of cycles of death and reincarnation.

This pain is really nothing.

then.

Hoshi gently shook her head.

He gave a standard, even somewhat perfunctory, smile.

"I'm used to it."

Three words.

Light and airy.

It's like a feather falling on the water.

But March 7th felt like being punched in the face.

That smile.

That tone.

And then there's that phrase, "I'm used to it."

This is more distressing than even wailing or heart-wrenching screams.

How many times must one endure that kind of pain to be able to say it so casually?

What kind of callus must one's heart develop to become accustomed to this?

March 7th's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

She sniffed and buried her head in the pillow, not wanting Hoshino to see.

"What the heck..."

A muffled sound came from under the pillow.

"How could I possibly get used to something like this..."

Hoshino was somewhat helpless.

Ugh……

I'm really just telling the truth.

Why did I make you cry again?

Given my current physical condition, I really don't have the energy to soothe the child.

Just as she was thinking about whether to tell a lame joke to change the subject...

The pink-haired girl over there suddenly sat up like a spring.

"No!"

March 7th slapped her cheeks hard, trying to hold back her tears.

Then he threw off the covers and jumped out of bed barefoot.

He ran to the desk and started rummaging through it.

"what?"

Hoshi was startled by her sudden action.

"I'll show you a treasure!"

March 7th, I ran back carrying a thick photo album.

She plopped down on the edge of the bed and laid the photo album out in front of Hoshino.

"Since nothingness is about making things disappear, it's about making people forget."

She pointed to the photo on the first page, her eyes resolute.

"Then I'll show you this! These are memories! They are things that actually happened! They will never disappear!"

"Didn't the Black Tower say they were looking for some kind of fulcrum? What if... what if looking at these photos could make the destinies within you... a little more obedient?"

Hoshi looked at the photo album.

The cover features a group photo of the train crew.

Everyone was laughing.

"Look at this! Look at this!"

March 7th points to one of them.

The photo shows a vast expanse of white snow.

Xing was burying his head in a snowdrift, with only his lower body and two legs sticking out as he kicked wildly in the air.

Dan Heng, standing nearby, sighed and rubbed his forehead.

On March 7th, she made a big "V" sign in front of the camera.

"This was back in Yalilo-VI! Xing insisted there was treasure in the snowdrifts, but it turned out to be a trap set by Sambo!"

The girl's voice became cheerful, and the gloom from before vanished.

"And this too!"

Turn the page.

It is the street of Xianzhou Luofu.

Xing was holding a huge cup of milk tea, her lips covered in pearls.

Behind her was General Jingyuan, who looked helpless, seemingly having just paid for her.

"This is Chang Le Tian! That general is such a nice guy. Although he always smiles with his eyes narrowed, making him seem like a cunning old fox, he treated us to so much delicious food!"

One after another.

One moment after another.

Those vibrant colors, those vivid expressions, those memories that belong to "pioneering".

This was laid out in the small room.

Fighting against the eternal night outside the window.

It also fights against the nothingness within the body of the star.

Mohoshi watched quietly.

She could feel the mark on her chest that always felt like an ice cube.

seem……

It did get a little warmer.

only……