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

Inside the party carriage of the Starry Sky Train, the air conditioning was set to a comfortable 22 degrees Celsius.

The air was filled with a sweet aroma that blended butter cookies, Ceylon tea, and some unknown floral scent.

A few months is but a blink of an eye in the long journey of interstellar travel.

But for the people in this carriage, it was enough to bring about earth-shattering changes.

Hoshi nestled in the soft beanbag chair, holding a plate of freshly cut apples arranged in the shape of a rabbit.

Aglaia cut the apples herself.

That once high and mighty leader of the Golden Age now wields a fruit knife more skillfully than he wields a scepter.

Moreover, after she finished cutting it, she insisted on staring at Hoshino with her blue-green eyes until Hoshino ate the first piece and nodded in approval. Only then would she show a satisfied smile and turn to discuss coffee bean roasting techniques with Himeko.

"Why……"

As Hoshi chewed on the apple, she let out a sigh that was both happy and helpless.

"This is unbearable."

"If I continue to be raised like this, I'll eventually degenerate into a paramecium that can only breathe."

Since bringing back Onfaros and his gang and successfully rebuilding his right hand.

Her status on the train jumped from "main enforcer" to "first-class protected animal".

Even "endangered species".

Every morning, Feng Jin would appear at her door on time, holding all sorts of strange but supposedly highly nutritious herbal juices, and watch her drink them.

Although Saifeier is sharp-tongued, whenever Shihoshi tries to move a heavy object or reach something high up, this cat-eared phantom thief will appear like a ghost, take the job first, and then say, "Don't try to be a cripple" (even though Shihoshi's hand has long been healed).

Even the usually unreliable Wan Di now instinctively turns down the stove when he sees Hoshi passing by the kitchen, afraid that the fumes might choke this great contributor.

"What, you don't like it?"

A steady voice came from the single sofa next to me.

Walter Young put down his data terminal and pushed up his glasses.

The steaming black tea on the coffee table made his face, which was etched with stories, appear exceptionally gentle.

Hoshi sat up straight and placed the fruit plate on his lap.

It's not that I don't like it.

She scratched her head, her tone somewhat conflicted.

"I'm just... a little weak."

"Uncle Yang, look! My hand has grown back for months. I can lift and carry heavy things. I could kill a cow without any problem."

"But the way they looked at me made me feel like I was going to shatter at any moment."

Walter smiled slightly.

He turned his head, his gaze passing through the spacious carriage and landing on the group of figures playing around in the distance.

Saifeier was hanging from the chandelier, trying to snatch the small doll from Feng Jin's hand.

Xia Die sat quietly in the corner, writing something, occasionally glancing up at everyone with a faint smile on her lips.

Bai E was holding a rag and wiping the bar counter with utmost care, his focused expression as if he were polishing his legendary sword.

"Because it was lost and then found, it is all the more precious."

Walter's voice was soft, yet it possessed a power that penetrated the heart.

"To them, you are more than just their savior."

"You are the bridge connecting the 'past' and the 'present'."

"As long as you are still standing there, they will feel that the hometown called Onpharos, and those memories that have not disappeared, are real."

"You are the anchor point."