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

One month.

It's not long, it's not long, it's not short.

Enough for a six-legged alien to use a vacuum cleaner correctly, enough for Pam to stop getting agitated at the sight of 7582, enough for the strange "clattering" sound that often echoes in the corridors of the Star Train, the sound of hard shells colliding with the metal floor.

Messenger 7582 is now proficient in operating all the cleaning tools on the train.

It even made itself a small apron.

Pam sewed it by hand.

The words "Little Cleaning Expert" are embroidered crookedly on it, along with a cartoon Pam giving a thumbs-up.

At this moment, this alien cleaner from the edge of the Asdna galaxy is waving its six flexible arms, cleaning every corner of the rest carriage until it is spotless.

Pam stood beside it, hands on her hips, nodding vigorously.

"Not bad, not bad. You can even sweep up the dust from this angle. You're much better than some people."

It glanced meaningfully at March 7th, who was sprawled on the sofa playing video games in the distance.

"what?"

March 7th raised her head and blinked blankly.

Are you talking about me?

No, no.

Pam turned her back, pretending not to say anything to her.

He said to the messenger, "The passengers on March 7th are usually more trouble than they're worth; they always end up making things worse."

7582's compound eyes rolled, responding with a unique sound, like airflow passing through the cracks in its shell.

"Pam... I think you're too strict."

"Miss March 7th's speed...is much faster than my people."

"How can that be the same! Your people don't even have fingers... Oh no, you have six hands."

Pam scratched his fluffy head, looking somewhat confused.

"Never mind, just keep going!"

The messenger nodded and continued cleaning diligently.

Its movements were earnest, even somewhat clumsy and endearing.

Whenever it passed the door leading to the party carriage, it would instinctively slow its pace.

Because a very important person lives inside.

The one who pulled it back from the end of time and personally gave its race a second life.

And this moment.

The doors to the party carriage were tightly shut.

The room was lit with warm yellow lights.

The air was filled with a faint scent of shower gel.

-

Hoshi sat on a low stool by the bathroom door, wrapped only in a bath towel.

Her hair was wet and clung to her neck, with water droplets dripping down the ends.

She was holding a dry towel in her left hand and was laboriously wiping her back.

This action is incredibly simple for someone with both hands intact.

But for her...

It's hard.

The right sleeve was empty, casually tucked inside a bath towel.

The cut had long since healed, leaving behind a layer of skin that looked unnaturally smooth.

That is a side effect of the "abundant" destiny.

The wound healed so completely that it looked as if the arm had never existed in the first place.

"Damn... I can't reach it..."

Mihoshi muttered to herself, flicking the towel behind her shoulder, but she couldn't manage to wipe the middle of her back.

If it were the old her, she would have just summoned a baseball bat and been done with it, regardless of whether it was scientifically sound or not.

but now……

She looked down at her chest.

There is something there.

Black.

It felt like someone had made a hole in my skin, and there was nothing inside.

The kind of "nothingness" that even light would be absorbed into.

Even under the warm yellow light, that area remained completely dark, with no visible edges.

That is the mark left by nothingness.

During her fusion with "immortality," she directly encountered IX.

This is the price to pay.

A void that can never be filled.

And some things that were erased.

"never mind."

Hoshi threw the towel on the ground and sighed.

"You can't see my back anyway, so I won't wipe it."

"Anyway, my daughter is a natural beauty and it's impossible for her to get prickly heat."

She mentally encouraged herself.

Just as I was about to stand up to find my clothes, the bathroom door was pushed open from the outside.

"Douhoshi, you haven't..."

Xing walked in, but stopped halfway through her sentence.

Her eyes widened slightly, her gaze fixed on the dark area on Hoshino's chest.

The two of them stared at each other for about three seconds.

"Did you knock?"

Mohoshi was the first to break the silence, his tone quite calm.

She didn't even try to cover the thing.

It can't be covered up anyway.

That thing is not bound by the laws of physics.

"I knocked."

Xing snapped out of her daze and gave a dry reply.

"You didn't answer."

"oh."

Hoshi shrugged.

"That's my problem."

"It's alright, come in."

"They're all girls anyway."

"You weren't wearing many layers of clothing."