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

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The party carriage in the early morning had a complex smell in the air.

On the left wafts an extremely strong aroma of cumin-roasted meat, while on the right is a delicate and elegant aroma of truffle and mushroom soup, slightly burnt due to overcooking.

The kitchen area has been completely turned into a battlefield.

"Wan Di! Your fire is way too big!"

Bai'e held the greatsword he usually used to slay Titans—now serving as a kitchen knife, precisely surgically cutting a carrot on the cutting board.

Each carrot slice is strictly controlled to be two millimeters thick, with consistent light transmittance, and even the curvature of the edges seems to have been calculated.

As he chopped, he also had to watch out for hot oil splattering from the next stall.

"Bullshit! This is called stir-frying over high heat! Don't you even know what wok hei (wok aroma) is?!"

Wan Di was shirtless, revealing his muscular physique, and was carrying a huge iron pot with a diameter of half a meter.

The pot felt as light as a pool paddle in his hands.

With each bulge of his arm muscles, the ingredients in the pot fly into the air, tumble in the flames, and then fall precisely back to the bottom of the pot.

boom!

A two-meter-high column of fire shot up to the ceiling, almost scorching the smoke alarm above.

"Is that cooking? You're waging a terrorist attack!"

Bai E moved two steps to the side in disgust, and casually used the back of his sword to swat away a piece of scalding hot pork belly that was flying towards him.

"Breakfast should be refined! It should be elegant! Who eats stir-fried beef noodles with strong liquor first thing in the morning?!"

"I'll eat it! So what!"

Wan Di kicked open the oven door and pulled out a plate of sizzling, oily roasted lamb leg.

"This is what a man's breakfast should be like! Your mushroom soup is like dishwater; even a dog wouldn't drink it!"

The two were playing ping-pong in the kitchen, amidst the flashing of knives and the roar of the fire.

If you didn't know better, you'd think these two were having some kind of life-or-death duel.

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Compared to the bustling activity in the kitchen, the atmosphere in the lounge area at the other end of the carriage was rather...

Surprising.

Aglaia sat on a single sofa, holding a cup of tea.

She wasn't wearing that elaborate leader's gown today; instead, she wore a simple, casual silk dress.

Her long, golden hair was casually tied back, with a few stray strands falling beside her ears.

It looks languid, noble, and unapproachable.

The premise is to ignore the man across from her who is talking incessantly.

At that moment, Xia—the mentor of the Golden Blood—was blushing, her finger trembling as she pointed at Aglaia.

"You...you actually have the mood to drink tea?!"

Xia's voice trembled at that moment, clearly she was furious.

"After something like that happened, you're still sitting here like nothing happened?!"

Aglaia gently blew on the tea leaves that had floated to the surface of the tea.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Mentor, don't be so angry so early in the morning."

"Prone to baldness."

She took a sip of tea, her gaze drifting past the rim of the cup to Aksha's face.

Or rather, it falls on... certain indescribable structures of his face.

"and."

Aglaia put down her teacup.

Once they could see things clearly, they discovered that everyone was very good-looking, except for Anaxagoras, who particularly disliked being called Naxya and old man.

Of course, since he didn't like being called an old man, Aglaia was even more inclined to call him an old man.

His tone was so calm, as if he were discussing today's weather.

"Every time I see your face, I think to myself, did Nuwa slip her hand when she created humans?"

"Or perhaps... when the Titans created things, they just randomly pieced together scraps?"

"You! You're making a personal attack!"

Xia was so angry at that moment that she almost couldn't breathe.

His proud scholarly demeanor vanished at that moment.

"I'm just stating the facts."

Aglaia tilted her head slightly, her gaze seemingly piercing through Naksha's head and looking directly at the back of his head.

"Especially that... structure behind you."

"Every time I see it moving, I feel like I can skip breakfast."

"How ugly, Nakatsu."

"Your very existence is the greatest desecration of the concept of 'beauty'."

"you--!!!"

At that moment, Xia clutched her chest and took two steps back.

It was clear that their defenses were breached by this precise magical critical strike.

He pointed at Aglaia and said "you" for a long time, then suddenly flicked his sleeve.

"Great! Excellent!"

"Aglaia, since you show no remorse, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"The truth cannot be hidden!"

Justice may be delayed, but it will never be denied!

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

After saying that, he took out his phone and started frantically tapping on the screen.

The force was so strong it seemed it could punch a hole in the screen.

On the other side of the sofa area.

Hoshi was sprawled out in an extremely unladylike posture.

She had her legs propped up on the coffee table, her head resting on March 7's thighs (although March 7 had protested, to no avail), a bag of potato chips in her left hand, and her phone scrolling in her right.

I said…

While peeling oranges for Hoshino, March 7th glanced curiously at Natsumi's direction.

"What's that strange guy doing?"

"He seems about to explode with anger."

"Who knows?"

As Hoshino opened his mouth to catch the orange segment that March 7th fed him, he mumbled something indistinctly.

"I guess I'm going through menopause."

"Or perhaps he's writing some kind of paper, which Aglaia has utterly refuted?"

She chewed twice and swallowed.

"Intellectuals these days have such poor mental resilience."

Xing sat on the single sofa next to him, grinning foolishly at her phone screen.

I guess he's watching some kind of meme video about Galaxy Baseball Man.

Dan Heng, as always, sat in his old-fashioned, cadre-like posture, holding an e-book in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed, seemingly pondering why these people were so noisy.

"Why?"

Suddenly, Hoshino's fingers stopped.

Since the people of Onfaros were new to the interstellar network, the Star Train specially set up an internal regional network for them to facilitate their integration, which also connected them to the big data stream of the Interstellar Peace Corporation.

To watch the spectacle, Shihoshi specifically followed the accounts of these Golden Descendants.

Just now.

A new update popped up in her special attention list.

ID: Professor Anaxagoras

Certification Information: Philosophy tutor of Onphalus, Golden Descendant educator

Published: 1 minute ago

Hoshino raised an eyebrow.

"Wow, the old man's hands are pretty fast."

"Let me see what he posted... 'A signed whistleblower letter regarding the moral depravity of a certain leader'?"

"writer of sensational headlines?"

She clicked on it.

I had expected to see a lengthy article about Ohmma's governance policies, or an academic discussion about the history of the Titans.

result.

When her gaze swept over the first line of text.

She almost spat out the potato chips in her mouth.

[Aglaia, I caught you abusing Sephiroth.]

"Cough cough cough!"

Mohoshi suddenly sat up straight, startling March Seven so much that she almost threw the orange peel in her face.

"What's wrong? Are you choking?"

"No...it's nothing..."

Hoshi waved his hand, his expression becoming extremely strange.

The twisted expression on his face, a mixture of shock, confusion, and a desire to laugh but not daring to, made Xing take his eyes off the baseball man video.

"What did you see?"

Hoshi leaned closer and rested her chin on Hoshi's shoulder.

Let me see.

on the screen.

Xia's accusations continued at that moment.

Every word was written in blood, every sentence was shocking.

I heard you playing Sebastian outside your room last night; you were definitely playing Sebastian!

I heard her screaming in agony, begging you to stop hitting her!

Her voice was trembling, a sign of extreme pain! She was crying out, begging for mercy!

But instead of stopping, you hit even harder!

She screamed even louder then, until her voice became hoarse!

See here.

Xing's expression also cracked.

She and Hoshino exchanged a glance.

The same sentence was written in both of their eyes:

"Is this person... serious?"

But it's not over yet.

At that moment, Xia clearly felt that simply describing the facts was not enough; he had to add his profound analysis as a "wise man."

What terrified me most was that she kept screaming, "I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

In my opinion, this is absolutely it! Her desperate cry for help on the brink of life and death!

[What she means is, you're about to kill her! Her soul is about to leave her body and head to Cat Planet!]

How cruel! How brutal!

[She's the child you watched grow up! How could you do this to her!]

【Aglaia, just you wait! I'll spread this story throughout the entire world and ruin your reputation!】

[Hahahaha! I have revealed the truth of Aglaia!]

below the post.

It even included a recording of several tens of seconds.