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

"Door?"

Messenger 7582 looked at March 7's confident demeanor and its antennae twitched helplessly.

It appears to want to laugh, but the structure of its compound eyes does not support such a complex facial expression.

All that could be heard was a sigh, like the scraping of metal.

"You are not the first 'heroes' to say that."

The messenger turned away and did not look at the despairing depths of the sea again.

Instead, he walked to a rock at the edge of the viewing platform and sat down, his six legs tucking together wearily.

"About fifty revolutions ago."

Its voice was very soft, as if it were telling a long-ago story.

"A guest from Xinghai also unexpectedly wandered into this place."

"He calls himself something like... a sea patrolman. That's a weird name, something like... Potio? No, wait, it's something like... Grace? Anyway, he's a guy who carries dual pistols, speaks rudely, but has a kind heart."

Upon hearing the words "Sea Patrol Knights".

Xing and Danheng exchanged a glance.

Those were indeed a group of people known throughout the universe for their recklessness.

"He's the same way."

The messenger pointed to March 7th.

"I can confidently say that these mere insects can be wiped out in a few shots."

"He said the creed of the sea patrol knight is to help those in need. If he doesn't intervene in this one-sided massacre, then he's wasted his time in the universe."

"and then?"

"I can't help but ask," Hoshi asked.

"Then?"

The envoy gave a wry smile.

"Then he rushed out."

"Right here in the sea. Right where you just saw it."

"He was really strong. Those two guns seemed to never overheat; every bullet could shatter the carapace of a real stinging insect."

"He killed a hundred. Two hundred. He even broke through the encirclement of the true gnats and reached the vicinity of their mother nest."

"but……"

The messenger's voice lowered.

"When the thousandth true hibernating insect surged up, his movements slowed down."

"When the ten thousandth true stinging insects surrounded him from all sides, his gun ran out of bullets."

"We dug him out of a pile of broken shells."

"At that time, the only thing on his body that was still tough was his mouth."

He said he would call more people.

"He said his brothers are in a nearby star system, and if we send a signal, they'll do anything to avenge us, even if it means blowing up this planet."

The messenger shook his head.

"We didn't let him send that signal."

"We used the last of our operational deep-space delivery systems to force him into the escape pod and send him back into space."

Why?

Xing frowned.

"If the main force of the Sea Patrol Rangers arrives, it might actually work."

"Because that was our war."

The messenger looked at the stars, his tone so calm it was heartbreaking.

"This is our home planet, our destiny."

"We cannot drag kind people down with us because of our own incompetence."

"Whether it's a sea patrol knight or a star train."

"You are the light."

"The light should not be extinguished in such dark corners."

A hush fell over the room.

Only the muffled sound of the waves outside still echoed.

This is an extremely stubborn, even somewhat foolish, kind of kindness.

They would rather silently perish than drag others down with them.

"So, please leave."

The messenger stood up and made the same gesture of driving him away again.

"I don't want to cram anyone else into the life pod."

The attitude is already very clear.

It's not that I look down on your abilities.

It's not for your sake, but to protect you.

This reason is harder to refute than any mockery.

March 7th bit her lip.

He gripped the ice bow tightly and then loosened his grip.

Simply talking is obviously useless.

In their eyes, they were just a bunch of ignorant and arrogant children.

"It seems..."

March 7th, head bowed.

The voice suddenly changed.

It's no longer that crisp, energetic girlish voice.

Instead, it possesses a kind of...cold, slightly mocking elegance.

"This level of determination alone is not enough to move an elder who has long been resigned to death."

She slowly raised her head.

Those eyes, originally a gradient of pink and blue, were always full of innocence and vitality.

The instant you close your eyes and open them again.

changed.

It was an extremely pure crimson.

Like congealed blood.

It also resembles a burning gemstone.

Not just the eyes.

The air around her also changed.

The originally dry air suddenly felt damp and cool.

Three translucent jellyfish, emitting a faint red glow, appeared out of thin air.

They don't swim like ordinary creatures, but rather seem to "float" in the air, their tentacles swaying gently with some unseen rhythm.

Followed by.

A black parasol.

The outline was gradually sketched out in the void.

Lace trim, silver ribs, and a ruby ​​set at the top of the handle, like the eye of a demon.

Snapped.

The parasol was opened.

It blocked the faint red light overhead.

It also obscured the once innocent and lovely March 7th.

They were standing there.

It is the moon over a long night.

"If we don't show some real skill..."

Changyeyue gently turned the parasol in her hand.

The red pupils stared at the somewhat dazed messenger.

A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"But you'll be treated like a child and sent home."

"This aura..."

Nguyen Mai's eyes lit up instantly.

The instrument in her hand immediately turned towards Changyeyue.

"The concentration of memories is rising rapidly... even surpassing the level of ordinary Commanders."

"This is not just a personality switch."

"This is... an elevation of life forms."

But the strongest reaction was from the scene.

It was not Nguyen Mai.

It wasn't the messenger whose antennae trembled in fear either.

It is actually a star.

The moment I saw those red eyes light up.

The moment I saw that familiar black parasol open.

Shihoshi's body jolted violently.

It felt like I'd been electrocuted.

His face turned deathly pale in a second.

The kind of memory etched into the bones, or into certain more sensitive areas.

They all awoke at that moment.

last night.

That pink room.

That seemingly gentle embrace that was actually impossible to resist.

The sensation of those cold fingers gliding across the skin.

There's also that feeling of humiliation and pleasure from being completely controlled and manipulated at will.