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

Hoshi stared blankly at Xilian.

Looking at her face, which showed no pain but was instead filled with doting affection.

The nausea churning in my stomach was suddenly dispelled by another overwhelming emotion.

What is this?

This is love!

This is what it means to share joys and sorrows! This is what it means to be bound together in life and death!

There are actually people in this world who are willing to drink Himeko's coffee for her!

"Xi Lian!!!"

A wolf howled from the star.

They didn't care how many people were watching.

She pounced on Xi Lian and started kissing her wildly, hugging her neck tightly.

"Waaaaah, you're so good to me!"

"You are my god!"

"Yao yao yao yao!"

She kissed Xi Lian several times on her cheeks, forehead, and nose.

Each puff was as loud as a cupping jar.

Xi Lian was tickled by her kisses and giggled.

"Okay, okay... it's all drool♪"

"Everyone's watching..."

……

a few days later.

The Star Train travels through a peaceful star field.

The atmosphere in the lounge area of ​​the party carriage was even more somber than it had been a few days earlier.

Or.

It was filled with the smell of gunpowder about to explode.

Hoshi sat cross-legged on the carpet, holding a tablet computer in his hands, his fingers swiping rapidly across the screen.

Her expression was priceless.

It was like watching a major annual drama; the corners of his mouth turned up in a wild smile that he couldn't suppress.

"Absolutely amazing."

She watched and muttered to herself.

"This generation of netizens is so talented."

"At that moment, Xia, that old man, became a complete sensation."

on the screen.

"Global Hotspot" is the largest social platform under Interstellar Peace Corporation.

The top trending topic had a striking dark red title:

#Shocking! A leader of a certain golden civilization has such a peculiar hobby?#

Click in.

It was that tearful accusation post that Xia had made a few days earlier.

With precise targeting based on big data, coupled with the hype from clickbait headlines, the content has become increasingly sophisticated.

This post has already garnered hundreds of millions of views.

The comments section was practically a massive carnival.

[Galaxy Baseball Man Level 1 Fan]:

"Holy crap? This is so exciting! 'Heart-wrenching'? 'I'm about to come'? Is this recording authentic?"

[Black Tower Single Pusher]:

"This isn't abuse, this is clearly... cough cough, those who know, know. Is this old man just uncultured?"

[Joyful Believers]:

"Hahahaha! Lord Aha will definitely love this script! 'Abuse'? That's hilarious, it's clearly a loving lash out!"

[Xianzhou Lezi Ren]:

"To be honest, this recording made me blush and my heart race. That leader named Aglaia... could you give me her contact information? I want to be tortured."

Hoshino watched it with great interest.

Sudden.

She refreshed the page.

A new related recommendation popped up.

"The Domineering Queen and Her Cat-Eared Little Wife" (Ongoing)

Author: The Watcher of the Styx

"puff--"

Hoshi almost spat out the water he had just drunk.

The Watcher of the River Styx?

This ID...

This writing style...

She clicked on the first chapter.

"Lady Aglaia..." Seifer trembled, her cat ears drooping limply, "Please... spare me..."

"Let her go?" Aglaia sneered, golden threads wrapping around the other's slender waist. "My little kitty, the game has only just begun."

This is a delicate psychological description.

This action is depicted in a very vivid way.

Especially the precise control over the "golden threads" and the "cat ear reaction".

Except for Xia Die, who usually doesn't like to talk and always hides in a corner to observe everyone.

Who else could it be?!

Hoshi turned his head.

He looked at Xia Die sitting in the corner.

The woman of the Styx was bowing her head, holding a quantum computer, her fingers moving swiftly.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes were focused and intense.

Completely immersed in his own creative world.

"What a talent!"

Hoshi sighed inwardly.

"Who would have thought that our Death Demigod is actually a master of shipping (couple pairings)?"

however.

Not everyone has a sense of humor like Hoshino.

On the main seat of the sofa.

Aglaia was sitting upright.

She wore an extremely formal dress today, seemingly in an attempt to reclaim some of her leadership dignity.

Holding a cup of black tea, she tried to maintain that precarious elegance.

She held her phone in her other hand.

The screen displayed the comment section of that summer's post.

as well as……

The fanfiction cover that was featured on the homepage.

The cover illustration is very lifelike.

A blonde queen, holding a whip (though it was beautified as silk threads), with a disheveled cat-eared girl kneeling at her feet.

The caption read: "Go ahead and yell, why are you quiet now? Weren't you yelling quite loudly last night?"

Click.

A crisp sound, like bones breaking, rang out in the quiet carriage.

Hoshino instinctively shrank her neck.

She saw it.

The exquisite white porcelain teacup in Aglaia's hand.

Without any warning.

Broken.

It's not the kind of thing that falls to the ground and shatters into pieces.

Instead, it was crushed into dust by some terrifying gripping force.

White porcelain powder flowed down between Aglaia's slender fingers.

Mixed with reddish-brown tea.

Tick.

Tick.

It fell onto the hem of her expensive silk skirt.

Aglaia's face was expressionless.

Even the polite smile on his lips remained unchanged.

just.

The air around her seemed to freeze.

Golden threads flickered in and out of existence in the void behind her, emitting a dangerous buzzing sound.

They were like a group of enraged venomous snakes, ready to devour anyone they could.

"That summer..."

Her voice was very soft.

It was as light as a feather falling to the ground.

But to the ears of the Star Lord, it was a hundred times more terrifying than the roar of ten thousand enemies.

Before the other party could react, Xia immediately shouted.

"Old woman, call me Anaxagoras!"

She ignored those words.

"It seems..."

Aglaia slowly stood up.

He let the porcelain powder in his hand spill all over the ground.

"My concern for my mentor."

"That's far from enough."