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

Black Swan flipped the tarot cards in her hand, purple light sliding down the edge of the cards and dripping into the air, spreading out in invisible ripples.

She looked at the girl in front of her who only had one hand, her eyes unusually serious.

That elegant and mysterious smile that he always wore was now much less pronounced.

"Noriboshi".

The Black Swan's voice is soft, yet every word strikes the eardrums.

"You should understand that 'The End' reverses time, and 'Memories' bring back the past."

"The combination of these two forces can indeed create miracles."

"But miracles are never free."

She reached out her black-gloved hand and gently pressed down on Hoshino's left hand, which was reaching for the card.

Palms facing each other.

It's cold.

"To bring back something that has vanished from nothingness, you must fill it with an equivalent 'existence'."

"For you right now, the only bargaining chip you have left..."

Black Swan paused, its gaze sweeping over the dark, ethereal mark on Hoshino's chest.

"Only memories."

"Your own memories."

The air in the corridor seemed to freeze for a moment.

Hoshi blinked.

then.

She smiled.

He laughed heartily, his shoulders swaying, causing even his empty right sleeve to sway.

"Hey, I thought it was nothing serious."

She pulled her left hand out from under the black swan's palm and waved it casually.

"Memory? That's great."

"I may not have much else, but I have a lot of nonsense in my head."

She silently rolled her eyes in her mind.

As a time traveler, her mind was filled with all sorts of anime series, novels, game guides, and all sorts of random internet memes she had watched in her previous life.

What "Genshin Impact activation", what "look at the legs, check my QQ space", what "v50 check my strength"?

These things take up more than half of her brain's memory.

If only I could exchange these junk memories for a few living, breathing people...

That's turning trash into treasure, a huge profit!

"Take whatever you like."

Hoshi slapped his forehead, making a crisp sound.

"Take whichever section you like, don't be shy."

"It would be best to remove all those embarrassing dark histories; I should thank you for helping me clean up my memory."

The black swan looked at her.

A complex emotion flickered deep within those purple-gold eyes.

She seemed to be trying to say something, such as "the cost may not just be waste," or "losing memories means losing a part of yourself."

But looking at Hoshino's "Come on, come on, hurry up and do it" expression.

She just sighed in the end.

He withdrew his hand and gripped the tarot card again.

"Since you've already made up your mind..."

The black swan turned, the hem of its robe drawing an elegant arc in the air.

"Then... as you wish."

-

The Star Train slowly slowed down.

The deafening roar of the engine gradually subsided, eventually turning into a steady, almost inaudible low-frequency vibration.

Inside the observation carriage.

Everyone gathered at the window.

outside the window.

It is nothingness.

There were no stars, no nebulae, and no bands of light.

There wasn't even any dust, a common particle in the universe.

There was only boundless, pure darkness.

It was as if someone had completely covered this area with a huge black cloth.

This is the original site of Onphalus.

Or rather, it is that world that once existed, has now completed its cycle of reincarnation, and has returned to complete silence.

"Wow……"

March 7th is pasted on the glass.

"Really... there's nothing there."

Not even a trace was left.

"That's normal."

Walter Young pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the warm yellow light from inside the carriage.

"According to Onphalus's cycle of reincarnation, it is currently in a 'dormant period'."

"Perhaps thousands or tens of thousands of years later, a new spark will be rekindled here, giving birth to a new civilization."

"Tens of thousands of years?"

Mohoshi pouted.

She stood at the front of the crowd, her left hand in her pocket, looking out at the deathly darkness.

"I can't wait that long."

"I have something urgent to attend to and I'm in a hurry."

She muttered to herself.

Just kidding, the daylily will be too cold tens of thousands of years from now.

By then, let alone resurrecting the Golden Clan, she herself will probably have turned into a fossil.

Efficiency is key in situations like this.

Even if there are no conditions, we must create them and proceed.

"star."

Hoshi turned around and waved to Hoshi who was standing behind her.

"Where's the book?"

Xing nodded.

She took out the dark blue hardcover notebook from her bosom.

As I wrote.

The book cover was undecorated, but the moment it was taken out, the surrounding air seemed to become heavier.

That is the weight of memories.

It is the weight of countless days and nights, countless laughs and tears, and countless vibrant lives.

Xing walked over to Xing's side.

I handed the book over.

Hoshi reached out her left hand and caught it.

The moment her fingertips touched the cover, she felt a warm current spread throughout her body.

That's the temperature of a star.

It's also the warmth left behind by the memories in the book.

Thanks.

Okihoshi blinked.

then.

She took the book and walked to the center of the carriage.

There is a round table there.

People usually come here to drink coffee, play games, and chat.

Now, it has become a temporary altar.

Hoshi placed the book on the table.

Take a deep breath.

The smile on his face faded slightly, replaced by an unusual seriousness.

"Everyone."

She looked around at her companions.

Ji Zi, Uncle Yang, Dan Heng, March 7th, Xing...

And then there's that worm messenger 7582, huddled in the corner, peeking out curiously.

"It might get a little noisy from here on out."

"The commotion might be a bit loud."

"Everyone hold on tight, don't get thrown out."

March 7th nervously swallowed.

She glanced at the book lying alone on the table, then at the endless darkness outside the window.

A strong sense of unreality welled up inside me.

"Gehoshi..."

She couldn't help but speak, her voice trembling slightly.

"Really...is it okay?"

"Can we really bring everyone... back?"

"That's... a world that's already gone."

Hoshi turned his head.

Looking into March 7th's pink eyes, which were filled with worry.

She did not answer immediately.

Instead, he raised his left hand and made a grasping motion in the air.

It was like grasping something unseen.

"Little March".

Mohoshi's voice was very steady.

It was as steady as a rock, suppressing all the restless emotions in the carriage.

Do you know what the significance of pioneering is?

March 7th paused for a moment.

"Huh? It's...it's a connection to the world?"

Not entirely.

Hoshi shook his head.

A confident, almost arrogant smile curved his lips.

"The significance of pioneering lies in..."

"Turning the impossible into the possible."

"Turn the 'outcome' into the 'process'."

"Regret..."

She paused, her gaze falling on the book "As I Write" on the table.

"It became a 'reunion'."

Done.

She turned her head sharply and looked at Pam, the train conductor, who was standing at the carriage door with a serious expression.

"Pam!"

"Goshoku shouted!"

"exist!"

Pam instinctively stood at attention, her ears perked up.

"Go and prepare the extended carriages!"

Hoshi waved his left hand, his tone as boastful as a nouveau riche who had just struck it rich.

"Open all the spare carriages, the sealed ones, and the ones that haven't been finished yet!"

"Make sure the bed is properly made, the blankets are aired out to soften, and the air conditioner is turned up high!"

"And fill the fridge with all the soda!"

"what?"

Pam was dumbfounded.

Its two long ears drooped down, and it looked completely bewildered.

"Expand...enlarge the carriage curtains?"

"Whose hand should we accept?"

"Aren't there enough empty rooms on the train?"

"Not enough! Absolutely not enough!"

"That's what Hoshi said with absolute certainty."

Her eyes were frighteningly bright, burning with a flame called "ambition".

"The person we're picking up this time..."

"But that's a bit much."

She counted silently in her mind.

Xi Lian, Aglaia, Feng Jin, Sai Fei'er, Bai E, Wan Di, Xia Die...

And then there are those Golden Descendants whose names I can't recall.

even……

if you can.

She wanted to bring the entire city of Ohmma up here.

"after all……"

Hoshi looked down at his left hand.

In the palm of his hand, the golden "End" rune and the purple "Memory" light were intertwining and merging.

It emitted a series of low, buzzing sounds.

"This time, however..."

"A successful return!"

She took a deep breath.

He slammed his left hand down on the cover of "As I Write".

boom--

An invisible wave, centered on the book, instantly erupted.

The lights inside the carriage flickered violently.

There seems to be something in the darkness outside the window...

Awakening.