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

Once those four words were uttered, the logic instantly became clear.

Whether it's the incompatibility of past experiences, the inexplicable power, or even the drastically different and despairing ending, everything has a perfect explanation.

Lying in the cabin, Hoshi almost burst out laughing.

I go!

Lady with the pointed hat, you are my goddess!

I was just wondering how to make a circle, and you just laid the steps right under my feet!

Is this the true value of the talent club?

They have such vivid imaginations!

Or rather, you guessed the truth!

Hoshi slowly lowered her eyes. Although she was overjoyed, she was fortunate that her facial expressions were often out of control, so she did not reveal any flaws.

"I suppose so..."

There's nothing I can do...

Looking at her, Black Tower silently added in his mind: Heh...it seems that I also failed in that timeline. What an imperfect ending.

But she didn't say those words aloud.

"Um……"

Walter Young withdrew his gaze, and his aggressive aura dissipated.

His gaze toward Hoshino became unusually complex, even carrying a hint of pity.

"Whether it's a parallel universe or the future."

"This also shows us the harsh realities that future expansion may face. But at the same time..."

He looked at Xing, who was standing to the side, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"It also shows that Xing has enormous potential. If you could survive and master this power in that desperate situation in that world, then you certainly can too."

Although there were already signs of this back in Onphalus, this is now irrefutable evidence.

Stars are definitely key players in the changing landscape of the future.

March 7 nodded repeatedly beside her. Although she didn't quite understand the specifics of the parallel theory, she breathed a sigh of relief as long as she knew that the sister in front of her wasn't the one destined to die in the future.

Just as this round of questioning was about to end and everyone relaxed their vigilance slightly, a strange fragrance suddenly filled the room.

That scent doesn't belong to any flower; it's more like some ancient ink mixed with the dust of memories.

The rhythmic sound of high heels clicking on the floor filled the air.

A woman in a long purple gauze dress slowly emerged from the shadows.

She wore a veil that partially covered her face, and through the thin veil, her amethyst-like eyes swept gracefully over the crowd with a knowing smile.

Mysterious, dangerous, and fascinating.

The one who remembers the fleeting light of time.

Black swan.

I grass!

Hoshino's heart skipped a beat for a moment. Although she maintained her deadpan expression, the little devil inside her was already frantically waving a glow stick.

Black Swan!

It's alive! And it can move! So beautiful and elegant!

"But what about the possibility of failure..."

The black swan parted her red lips slightly.

"It may become the most crucial tool in the future."

"The Black Swan Lady?"

Sunday, who had been standing silently in the corner, slightly turned her head, her gaze following the purple-clad woman.

He frowned slightly. Hadn't this woman been deliberately avoiding contact with March 7th all along? Why was she showing up now?

Upon hearing those words, Hoshi fell into a different kind of silence.

……

Props, right?

Actually, she herself realized that something was wrong.

As a time traveler and the "author" of this book, she did set the background for this character, but it was only a few lines of text in the setting book.

"Possessing seventeen destinies, including nothingness, immortality, and reproduction."

This is just a setting.

How exactly were they obtained? What price was paid to acquire them? And what happened before that so-called "destructive finale"?

Her mind went blank.

She only has the memories based on the original story, namely "preservation," "balance," "memory," and finally "destruction."

As for the rest... it's like being shrouded in a fog.

When and how were those extra destinies incorporated into this body?

Her subconscious told her that she had these experiences, but her conscious mind could not recall them at all.

It's like knowing you have a bank card PIN, but just can't remember what the number is.

If we rely on the Black Swan's abilities... rely on the Flowing Light Memory Court, which specializes in the field of memory...

Perhaps we can really uncover the secrets hidden within this body?

Thinking of this, Hoshino showed no resistance, but simply watched the Memory Master approach.

The black swan landed beside the medical pod, looking down at the planet.

She seemed to see through the confusion beneath that body.

"Your memory is interesting... especially the missing parts."

She leaned forward slightly: "Is that alright?"

The breath hit Hoshino's face.

If her body weren't so badly damaged, her face would have turned red long ago.

Could you come any closer, Black Swan...?

It would be best if you could kiss my cheek!

Black Swan doesn't need to consult the opinions of the other train crew members; as the one who remembers, she only cares about the wishes of the person whose memory she is remembering.

"Coincidentally... I was curious too."

I'd like to see that too.

In this subconscious mind that I created myself, yet seems to have slipped out of my control—

Where do those concepts of "nothingness" and "immortality" that I myself cannot understand come from?

What exactly did I... or rather, what did I in that world experience?

"Then... relax..."

With a soft whisper...

Without any hesitation, the Black Swan reached down with its right hand and gently covered Hoshino's cheek.

It's cold.

This was Hoshino's first impression.

That hand didn't have the warmth of a living person; instead, it felt like a meticulously carved piece of jade.

Purple mist flowed from her fingertips, instantly enveloping Hoshino's entire body.

Hehehe...

A black swan is touching my face!

The touch... it's a little cool, but this is a real treat for moms...

Mmm~ It smells so good...

Although she was still infatuated with him, her body's instincts had already begun to subside under the influence of the power of the memory.

My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

My consciousness began to blur, as if I were sinking into a black ocean.

"Are you sure everything will be alright?"

Xing watched that scene and couldn't help but take half a step forward, her brows furrowed.

"After all, my future self has..." She paused, then swallowed the words back. Finally, she took a deep breath and rephrased, "Seventeen destinies. A black swan... I mean, can it really withstand that kind of impact?"

Xing sensed it immediately.

It's not just seventeen.

There is also an eighteenth.

When Hoshino uttered the words, "I'm left to face the end alone," the star core within Hoshino's body resonated with some kind of power at that instant.

That is the 'end'.

A destiny that goes against the tide.

But after hesitating for a moment, she ultimately decided not to tell anyone her guess.

Don't worry.

Black Tower stood to the side, arms crossed.

"If the people in the Memory Garden can't handle the impact of the memories, they'll sever the connection and escape. They're professional voyeurs."

Nguyen Mai didn't even look up; she was staring intently at the slide under the microscope, which contained a drop of blood that had just been extracted from Hosei.

"An interesting structure..." she murmured to herself, "I'm trying to extract the factors of 'reproduction' and 'immortality'... and they actually coexist..."

March 7th sat in a chair, his hands tightly gripping his phone, the screen lighting up and turning off repeatedly.

Her mind was a jumbled mess; she had no idea what kind of monstrous beasts were hidden in that unearthed memory.

Dan Heng stood near the door, arms crossed, his expression still calm, but the knuckles of his hand holding the water glass were white from the force he was using.

Silence fell in the room once again.

Only the faint purple light emanating from the black swan flickered in and out with the rhythm of its breath.

On Sunday, they were already secretly mobilizing resources, preparing to forcibly interrupt the connection at any time should the black swan event spiral out of control.

After all, "nothingness," "immortality," "order," "gluttony"... any one of these is enough to drive an ordinary memory sufferer to a mental breakdown.

What's more, they're all mixed together.

And in the very corner of the room.

Himeko and Welt exchanged a glance.

It's a kind of worry that only parents understand.

Regardless of which time or space it is from.

That's a star, after all!

[You're always welcome, Penguin Penguin.]

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