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

even……

It didn't even activate the bio-force field used for defense.

It simply stood there quietly.

The enormous, scarlet main eye slowly closed.

It seems to be...

wait.

or……

Accept.

"wrong!"

Nguyen Mai's face turned deathly pale instantly.

The recorder in her hand emitted an unprecedentedly piercing alarm.

The sound was no longer a beeping notification tone.

Rather, it sounded like a long cry before death.

"Make them stop!"

Nguyen Mai shouted at the star.

Her voice, usually so elegant and composed, now carried an undisguised hint of... terror.

"You can't eat this! Absolutely not!"

"That's... a return!"

But it was too late.

The leading true hibernating insect had already pounced on the mother insect.

The sharp mouthparts pierced into the swollen flesh.

The moment you take that first bite.

puff.

There was no blood splattering.

There was no sound of flesh tearing apart.

The true stinging insect that bit the mother insect.

Its body...

It melted.

It's like a drop of water falling into the ocean.

It was like a wisp of smoke drifting into a furnace.

Its hard shell, sharp scythes, and ferocious vitality.

The moment it came into contact with the mother insect's body.

Decomposes instantly.

It transformed into a ball of the purest, golden light particles.

then.

It merged into the mother insect's body without any hindrance.

Followed by.

The second one.

The third one.

The countlessth.

Those swarms of insects that rushed in frantically.

It did not cause any harm.

Instead, it resembled a grand, self-sacrificing ritual.

They rushed towards the mother insect one after another.

Then it dissipated in bursts of soft light.

It wasn't just about rushing through.

Even the insects in the distance that hadn't yet moved.

Their bodies also began to glow.

Begin decomposition.

They transformed into streaks of light, actively converging towards the center of the trench.

"What... what's going on?"

Xing gripped the Flame Spear, only to find that he had no idea where to stab it.

"Are they...combining?"

"No."

Nguyen Mai watched the spectacular yet bizarre scene unfold.

The instrument in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

She didn't pick it up.

He just stared blankly.

"That's... an upgrade."

As the last true worm turned into a speck of light and merged into the mountain of flesh.

The entire deep sea.

It's quiet now.

There is no sound.

The chirping of insects has ceased.

The flow of water has ceased.

Even the flow of time seemed to slow down.

That was originally an ugly, bloated, and blood-stained mountain of flesh.

It started to glow.

That was no longer the luster of flesh and blood.

Rather, it is a kind of...

It transcends matter, transcends comprehension, and even transcends the rules of this universe...

The light of divinity.

His form began to change.

Those tentacles, those compound eyes, those ovipositors.

They all disappeared.

Instead.

It is a...

Indescribable, radiant...

Conceptual entity.

He looks like a giant butterfly made up of countless stars.

It also resembles a geometric shape that constantly replicates and multiplies itself.

He was suspended there.

It exists both in the deep sea and seems to exist independently of this dimension.

"Buzz—"

A soft sound.

It is not the sound heard by the ears.

It is a resonance that resonates directly in the depths of the soul.

That is……

The echoes of the destiny of "breeding".

It is the purest, without any embellishment...

The will to live.

He...

He became a god.

Right in front of everyone.

Right here in this forgotten abyss of the red dwarf star.

A new star god.

Or rather...

That ancient star god who has long since fallen.

Through the return of these countless offspring.

Returning to the world.

Second generation...

The Star God of Procreation.

That sense of oppression.

It vanished in an instant.

Instead, it gave rise to something that left people with no room for even the thought of resistance...

A sense of emptiness.

It's like standing at the foot of Mount Tai.

You wouldn't think of overthrowing Him.

You'll only think of yourself as...

It was as tiny as a speck of dust.

The flame spear in Xing's hand went out.

The water dragon behind Danheng collapsed.

The parasol of the long night moon fell, and it returned to the pale-faced March 7th.

No one dared to make a move.

No one could move it.

Under that absolute divine power.

All the forces of destiny were suppressed to the extreme.

Apart from……

Star.

Hoshi stood at the very front.

The empty right sleeve hung limply in the still water.

She clenched her left fist.

But no matter what he did, he couldn't lift it up.

Just then.

That glorious and splendid existence.

That newly born star god.

His "perspective" slowly turned.

He.

I glanced at Hoshino.

That's not "seeing" in the true sense.

There was no line of sight.

There is no focus.

It's just a kind of...

"Observation".

It's like the Creator examining the clay figure He casually sculpted.

It's like the sun shining on a wildflower.

There was no malicious intent.

There was no goodwill involved.

only……

presence.

boom.

In that one glance.

Hoshino felt something inside her body...

Complete.

The "reproductive" factor that had been restless within her, constantly eroding her reason.

At this moment.

It's quiet now.

They complied.

and……

It has been elevated.

Hoshino understood.

In that instant, she understood everything.

Nguyen Mai looked at the waveform of fate on the instrument that had suddenly become perfect.

She understood.

Everyone understood.

Why?

Why in this era when the "breeding" star god Tayzyuros has long since fallen?

Is it possible for the planet to be destined for "breeding"?

Why is it that a mere mortal like her can bear such power?

Because of cause and effect.

Because of time.

Because in the future.

Right now, at this very moment.

What the star faces.

It is the second-generation "breeding" star god.

This quiet glance.

It has spanned the long river of time.

It directly completes the causal loop called "reproduction".

She is a witness.

She is the vessel.

She is also... the only "variable" in the birth of this new god.

but……

So what if you understand?

Star gazed at that radiant being.

My heart was filled with coldness.

How do we fight this?

This is not a contest on a single dimension.

This is not a living organism.

This is……

Philosophical concept.

It is a concrete manifestation of the concept of "reproduction".

How do you kill a "concept"?

impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

"squeak……"

Messenger 7582 had long since collapsed to the ground.

His six legs had completely lost sensation.

He could only lie there like a lump of mud.

His eyes were filled with a deathly gray.

This is what it means...

Is this true despair?

Those true insects are not even dust in front of this one.

Space was almost frozen.

Even the sound of a heartbeat became barely audible.

The star god is watching.

He did not launch an attack.

Because He doesn't need it.

His very existence excludes everything "not me" around him.

The seawater is evaporating.

The rock is decomposing.

And Xing and the others...

I also feel my body gradually becoming transparent.

That was a sign of being assimilated by higher-dimensional forces.

"no……"

Xing bit her lip until it bled.

Trying to awaken one's consciousness through pain.

She wanted to raise the Flame Spear.

Even if it means death, it's on the way to the charge.

but……

It can't be done manually.

Even the power of the star core was suppressed within its body by that immense divine might, making it tremble like a quail.

It's about to...

has it ended?

At this moment of utter despair.

Just when everyone was preparing to face the final end.

hum.

The eyes of the star.

Those golden eyes, which had turned gray and lifeless with despair.

Sudden.

It emitted a golden divine light.

That wasn't the golden light of "protection".

It was not the golden light of "pioneering".

That is……

The glory of the "end".

Going against the tide.

Piercing into the future.

In that vision called "The End".

Time is no longer a one-way flowing river.

It is not a large, complex network.

Countless possibilities intertwine.

The star saw it.

She saw it...

That one that belonged to her, the one she had written herself...

Another ending.

The scene unfolded in her mind.

Extremely clear.

It's incredibly realistic.

The same deep sea.

The same despair.

Similarly...

Second-generation breeding star god ascends to godhood.

They were facing an invincible force.

Fear was written all over everyone's face.

Xing collapsed to the ground, his fate unknown.

The bow broke on the seventh day of the third month.

Dan Heng reverted to his original form, covered in blood.

And in the heart of that chaos and destruction.

There was a person.

He stepped forward.

That man who always leaned on a cane, smiled gently, and looked like an ordinary retired cadre.

Walter Young.

He stood in front of everyone.

He stood in front of the trembling Hoshino.

He threw away his cane.

He pushed up his glasses, which were already covered in cracks on the bridge of his nose.

That silhouette.

It's not very tall.

Some of them even have hunchbacks.

But at that moment.

Yet it gives people an unprecedented and extremely rich sense of security.

It's like a mountain.

A mountain that will never collapse.

"Hurry up and go."

Uncle Yang's voice was very calm.

It's like reminding children to bring an umbrella when they go out.

"Noriboshi".

He glanced back.

Those eyes were filled with love.

"Lead everyone to retreat."

"Leave this to me..."

"Uncle Yang?!"

The future planet is crying out.

"No! Let's go together!"

"There's no time."

Uncle Yang shook his head.

He turned around.

To confront that arrogant star god once again.

The mimicry of Eden's Star in his hand burst forth with its final brilliance.

That's a black hole.

That's gravity strong enough to warp space itself.

Although this might be nothing more than an insignificant struggle in the face of the Star God.

But he still chose...

Face it.

"Human courage..."

Uncle Yang's voice echoed in the void.

"It means doing something knowing it's impossible."

boom!!!

The black hole collided with the brilliance of the star god.

The image is shattered.

All that remained was a blinding white light.

as well as……

That figure that vanished into the light and never returned.

"No--!!!"

in reality.

Suddenly, Hoshi let out a heart-wrenching scream.

She came to her senses.

The golden light faded from her eyes, replaced by a face full of cold sweat and tears.

That scene.

That silhouette.

It was deeply imprinted in her mind.

It's as hot as a branding iron.

That is……

Was it the original ending?

Is that a necessary price to pay?

To save my life, to save the train crew...

Must we sacrifice Uncle Yang?

No.

I do not want.

I absolutely don't want to!

Hoshi bit her lip hard.

Blood flowed down.

Now that I've seen it.

Since "The End" allowed me to see this ending ahead of time.

That is……

Let me change it!

"I don't need your protection!"

Suddenly, Hoshi shouted into the void.

Although Uncle Yang is not here now.

But she was shouting at that fate.

She turned her head.

Look at that high and mighty God of Procreation.

This time.

There was no fear in her eyes.

There is only one...

A mad, resolute determination.

I am a traveler of all destinies.

I have seventeen destinies.

I have this hand, whose cause and effect you have completed.

Since you are a concept.

Then I'll use the concept...

I'll fight you!

"star!"

"Goshoku shouted!"

Give me your baseball bat!