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

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Although Wan Di and Bai E were fighting fiercely in the kitchen, almost causing sparks to fly from their spatulas, the finished product they brought out was truly exceptional.

On one side are charcoal-grilled lamb legs and stir-fried beef noodles, exuding a raw, untamed charm and with an aroma that could waft across three galaxies.

On one side is a creamy mushroom soup with truffle omelet, presented with exquisite artistry, each bite exuding a noble and aloof elegance.

However, one of the dishes had a yellow and purple color scheme.

It was just that...

This dish didn't survive for more than two seconds.

Everyone ate until their bellies were round from that breakfast.

Even Xia Die, who usually eats the least, unknowingly devoured two servings of omelet, with a little bit of white cream stains on the corner of her mouth.

On March 7th, he slumped in his chair without any regard for his image, rubbing his stomach and groaning, indicating that he was willing to run another ten kilometers for this meal.

Just when everyone was full and the atmosphere was so peaceful that they wanted to hibernate on the spot.

The silence was broken by the elegant sound of high heels.

Himeko held an exquisite silver tray with a complete set of what looked like an expensive bone china coffee set on it.

Steam was still billowing from the spout.

That heat was quite peculiar.

Unlike ordinary steam that rises upwards, it flows heavily down the spout like some kind of living black tentacle, spreading a suffocatingly low pressure layer on the table.

"It seems everyone has a good appetite."

Himeko's smile was intellectual and gentle, and her golden eyes sparkled with concern.

"Now that we've finished our meal, how about... a cup of coffee to help with digestion?"

Swah——

Almost at the same time.

The original crew of the Starry Sky Train on the left side of the dining table—Star, March 7, Danheng, and even Pam, who has already installed a robot vacuum cleaner in the corner.

They all leaned back in unison.

The chair legs scraped against the floor with a harsh "screeching" sound.

"No, no, no! No need, Himeko-nee!"

On March 7th, he shook his head like a rattle drum, waving his hands wildly in front of his chest, even creating afterimages.

"I...I've been having trouble sleeping lately! The doctor said I can't drink coffee!"

"I...I'll have tea."

Danheng silently raised the teacup in his hand, as if he were holding some kind of talisman.

"Health preservation".

Stars are more direct.

She grabbed the remaining half of a baguette from the table and shoved it into her mouth, mumbling indistinctly:

"I'm so full... I'm stuffed... I can't drink anymore..."

Himeko raised an eyebrow.

His gaze swept over the group of clueless fools, finally settling on the group of Golden Descendants who had just arrived.

Just as Aglaia was about to reach out to take it as a sign of politeness, Xing next to her stomped on her foot hard under the table.

Although Her Majesty did not understand why, relying on her intuition honed through years of political struggle, she very naturally withdrew her hand and turned to adjust her skirt.

then.

All eyes were on them.

Ultimately, it all came down to one person.

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Star.

She was leaning back in her chair, picking her teeth with her left hand, looking arrogant and saying, "I'm the boss, who am I afraid of?"

She paused, noticing everyone's gaze.

Why are you looking at me?

It's all so inexplicable.

"Is there something on my face?"

"Noriboshi".

Xing, with a solemn expression, pushed the cup containing the black liquid toward her.

The movements were full of ritualistic significance.

It's like pushing a bomb that's about to explode.

"This glorious task can only be entrusted to you."

"ha?"

Hoshi glanced at the black substance in the cup that seemed to be devouring itself.

If it were before, she would have run as far away as possible.

But it's different now.

Who is she?

She is a woman who has just saved the world, has multiple destinies within her body, and has a void black hole on her chest!

She had even gazed into the abyss of that old bastard IX, so what was a mere cup of coffee?

What is the most distinctive feature of the Void Destiny?

It has absolute resistance to negative effects!

It is impervious to all laws! It is impervious to all poisons!

"Tch, look at how pathetic you all are."

Hoshi scoffed dismissively.

In order to maintain her "omnipotent savior" persona in front of her new friends like Xilian and Aglaia, she decided to go all out.

"It's just a cup of coffee, isn't it?"

"It's a blessing that Sister Himeko brewed it herself!"

She stretched out her newborn right hand and picked up the cup.

I shook it in my hand.

The liquid clung heavily to the walls of the road, its viscosity comparable to that of asphalt used for paving.

You can faintly smell a odor of coke mixed with some unknown chemical reagent.

"Let's do it!"

The star's heroic spirit soared to the heavens.

Look up.

A dull mouth.

Gudong.

The black liquid slid down his throat.

It didn't have the liquid-like flow I had imagined.

Instead, it resembled a ball of burning embers, covered with countless tiny blades, scraping its way down the esophagus.

Mohoshi's movements froze.

She maintained the gesture of holding up her glass, her facial expression switching eighteen different colors in a single second.

From red to white, from white to blue, it finally settled on a strange purplish-brown.

The void mark on his chest suddenly contracted.

It seemed to sense that something terrible had invaded its body and instinctively wanted to devour it.

But next second.

The black hole actually "spit out" something.

That smell was so overpowering that even the void refused to accept it.

It churned violently in my stomach, then surged straight to the top of my head.

"vomit--"

Hoshi suddenly covered her mouth.

Tears welled up instantly.

This doesn't look like coffee!

This is clearly like stuffing a dump truck into a juicer and then adding some nuclear waste to make poison!

Her tongue was numb, her throat was swollen, and it felt like there was a drill drilling wildly inside her stomach.

"Water...water..."

Hoshi frantically waved his left hand.

I wanted to speak, but the sounds that came out were like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

Just when she thought she was about to become the first Star God Envoy in history to be sent away by coffee.

A gentle hand reached out.

He took the cup from her, which still contained half of the "poison".

Xi Lian.

This pink-haired guardian of memories still wears that smile that can melt ice and snow.

She glanced at the terrifying liquid in the glass.

Without any hesitation.

It's like drinking a glass of the most ordinary morning dew.

She raised her glass.

Right where Hoshi had just drunk.

He drank the remaining half cup in one gulp.

The entire room fell silent.

March 7th's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Xing's eyes widened like copper bells.

"Gulp."

Xi Lian swallowed it down.

She frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed.

She even stuck out her pink tongue and licked the little black stain that remained on her lips.

"Um……"

Xi Lian tilted her head and gave an evaluation that was worthy of being recorded in the history of the Starry Sky Train.

"Although the texture is a bit... heavy."

"But the aftertaste is quite unique♪"

"It's filled with...Himeko-san's passion."

She put down her cup and turned to look at Hoshino, who was slumped in her chair, seemingly lost in thought.

I reached out and patted her back.

"Okay♪"

"I've shared the bitter part with you."

"Are you feeling better now?"

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