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

The buzzing from the medical pod was faint, but in the deathly silent room at that moment, it sounded like the pendulum of a countdown clock.

Xing, who had been circling the medical pod and chattering about how cool the future would be, fell silent.

She pulled over a folding chair, sat back on it, rested her chin on the back, and stared intently through the transparent canopy at the person inside who looked exactly like her.

His face was as pale as paper, and his lips were not only bloodless, but also dry and cracked.

The most glaring thing was the severed right arm.

The bandages were wrapped around and around, yet they still hinted at the uneven surface beneath.

If it's about the "future".

Is this my final destination?

The air seemed to freeze in this small space.

Himeko stood by the window, the coffee in her hand long since cooled, yet she remained motionless in the same position.

On March 7th, he gripped the camera tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white. His usual energy seemed to have been drained away, and he was now anxiously rubbing his toes against the floor.

Lying inside the cabin, even without opening her eyes, Mihoshi could feel those gazes that seemed to burn her through.

Hey, hey, hey, something's not right here.

Weren't you all pretty excited just now? Why did everyone suddenly go silent?

Where did your silly energy go, Xing? You suddenly became so serious, it's like I'm already dead.

She rolled her eyes and scanned the crowd.

Each of them had a stern face, furrowed brows, and deep, penetrating eyes as if they were contemplating the ultimate truth of the universe.

If the occasion weren't so inappropriate, I would really like to give each of you a "Calm and Aloof Male/Female God" trophy.

It's so depressing.

Walter Young pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold white light under the lamp.

He didn't look into Hoshino's eyes; his gaze remained fixed on her missing right arm.

"What about in the future..." Old Yang's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was suppressing some kind of emotion.

What have you been through?

As soon as the question was raised, even the breathing in the room seemed to quiet down.

All eyes turned to them.

Hoshi pursed her lips.

Huh? The Q&A session has started already?

I haven't finished writing this script yet!

If I said that I just wrote a fanfiction setting out of boredom and ruined myself, you guys would probably think I'm crazy and throw me out, right?

Her throat felt a little dry, and she swallowed subconsciously. This slight movement aggravated the wound on her collarbone. Although there was no pain, her body instinct made her frown slightly.

To others, this appearance would be interpreted as an expression of enduring pain.

This also serves as evidence of that "cruel future".

"I……"

Hoshino shifted her gaze, staring at the blinding shadowless lamp above, her eyes deliberately vacant.

Even if there's only one way, it's to play dumb!

hehehe~

"I can't remember."

Her voice was very soft, with a heavy sense of weakness, as if the words were squeezed out from every cell of this broken body.

Coupled with his half-dead expression and the faint aura of "emptiness" about his destiny, the credibility of that statement instantly skyrocketed.

March 7th even covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

The traveler on the path of "nothingness" has lost his memory and lingers on the edge of existence.

Many reasonable explanations.

Beautiful! The Oscars owe me an Oscar.

Mohoshi gave himself a mental thumbs up.

In this universe full of bizarre and wonderful settings, as long as you say "I have amnesia" or "I don't remember," you can basically solve 90% of the problems.

But Walter clearly belongs to the remaining ten percent.

This veteran, who has weathered countless storms, has no intention of giving up.

He took a step forward, his leather shoes making a soft "tap" sound on the metal floor.

"How much do you remember?"

He stared intently into Hoshino's eyes: "Even a tiny fragment will do. It's very important to us right now."

Hoshino stared at him quietly, her eyes unfocused.

Uncle Yang, you're too persistent.

Are you trying to force me to come up with a big news story?

Walter sighed, tapping his cane lightly on the ground. It wasn't that he was ignorant of human relationships; it was just that if this really was a star of the future, then that "future" must have witnessed a disaster powerful enough to destroy the Star Train.

As an elder and one of the navigators, he had to gather intelligence in order to protect the children.

Hoshi closed her eyes.

My brain is working at lightning speed.

It's better to just say it directly.

After all, that's just how I imagine it...

But the ending simply states that everyone died, without providing a definitive reason.

and so……

Let me think... the end of the fourth month?

Got it!

She suddenly opened her eyes, and Walter's astonished face was reflected in her golden-gray pupils.

"The universe has entered heat death."

"The seven Great Lords of Annihilation...and Nanook, the Star God of Destruction, destroyed everything."

"In the end... I was left all alone to face the 'end'."

The room was deathly silent.

Even Ruan Mei, who had been silently observing from behind, put down her research on the blood sample, turned her head, and glanced at Xing.

The God of Destruction personally intervened.

The seven great armies of annihilation were dispatched simultaneously.

Cosmic heat death.

This is not just total annihilation, this is complete annihilation.

Xing's face turned deathly pale instantly. She instinctively grabbed March 7's arm, so hard that March 7 winced in pain and flinched.

"What are you doing...?"

Xing scratched his head.

"In other words..." Dan Heng's voice was a little hoarse.

"Is this the level of enemy we'll ultimately face?"

A sense of despair spread like a tide.

If this is the inevitable ending, then what's the point of their current efforts?

Suddenly, the Black Tower, who had been silent all along, spoke. Her exquisitely crafted puppet joints made a slight turning sound.

"etc."

Black Tower slightly raised his chin, his purple pupils gleaming with rationality.

"You say 'Destruction' destroyed everything? But in Onphalus, wasn't the Iron Curtain prevented from being born? If that point hadn't occurred, how could Destruction have achieved heat death across the entire universe so quickly? And it couldn't have been the seven Annihilation Lords."

……

Deathly silence descended once more.

Hoshino froze.

Oh no, I forgot about that.

This plot seems to be illogical...

She blinked, her eyes showing a hint of blankness as if she hadn't quite caught up yet.

But to others, this expression took on a different meaning: an acceptance of "failure."

"We...failed?"

Xing murmured to herself.

It was as if a floodgate had been opened in her mind, and countless images rushed in.

The battle of Onphalus, everyone's sacrifices, their desperate struggles... was it all ultimately in vain?

The flashback-like memories made her body tremble slightly.

No way? You actually believed that?

How can this be explained away?

Before Hoshino could even complain, she suddenly stood up abruptly, causing her chair to slide backward.

Xing's eyes lit up again.

"In this world, haven't we already successfully prevented the Iron Curtain from being born? History has been changed!"

"That's right!" March 7th realized as well, nodding in agreement. "If the Iron Curtain is gone, then that future might not hold true!"

A glimmer of hope rekindled in everyone's eyes.

But then, a new question arose.

If history here has changed, then where did this broken-armed "star" come from?

Black Tower turned around, crossed his arms, and his gaze was sharp as a knife.

"Since the key points here are different, there is only one explanation."

She extended a finger and pointed at Hoshino inside the medical pod.

"You are not from our 'future,' but from a future in a parallel universe."