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

The green light suddenly went berserk.

The power of "reproduction" is out of control, surging forth uncontrollably.

Vines began to grow from the rubble in the ruins, flowers sprouted from the blood of the corpses, and even the air became viscous, as if living things were breathing.

The entire Onphalus is being devoured by "life".

But this is not a normal life.

It is a distorted, deformed, and unnatural life.

As Hoshi looked at his hand, the green light in his palm grew brighter and brighter.

"Stop...stop..."

She clenched her fist, her nails digging into her palm, drawing blood.

But "breeding" will not stop.

Suddenly, Hoshino remembered that there was a halo in the void that she hadn't touched.

"open up".

If "pioneering" represents moving forward, it represents hope—

Perhaps this can suppress the out-of-control "breeding".

The scene changes again.

……

The star returned to the void.

All sixteen halos around her were flashing within her body, until only one remained.

An orange-gold halo floated in front of me.

"open up".

Hoshi took a deep breath and reached out to touch it.

The moment the light poured in—

Black swans have seen countless paths.

The tracks of the Star Train extend into the depths of the universe, with each track leading to a different world.

Some tracks are intact, some are broken in the void, and some are twisted into indescribable shapes.

The consciousness of the planet was dragged into all orbits.

She saw that Yalilo-VI was permanently sealed by ice and snow.

They saw the Immortal Ship Luofu being eroded into a huge chunk of flesh by "Abundance".

Pinocchio's dream completely collapsed, and everyone was trapped in the nightmare forever.

I saw Onphalus become a graveyard for life.

All exploration and all efforts ultimately lead to failure.

The fate of "pioneering" is telling her—

The road ahead is blocked.

There is no hope.

The consciousness of the star began to disintegrate.

Seventeen destinies erupted simultaneously within the body, clashing, tearing, and devouring each other.

"Storage and protection" means to safeguard or protect.

"Destruction" wants to end.

"Nothingness" wants to be erased.

"Reproduction" means to reproduce.

The "hunter" wants to fight.

All the concepts of destiny were at war within her.

The body of the yokai began to disintegrate.

The right arm shattered first, turning into points of light and dissipating.

The left arm, both legs, and torso disintegrated one by one.

In the end, only the head remained, suspended in the void.

But "abundance" and "immortality" are still at work.

Body restructuring.

disintegrate.

Reorganization.

disintegrate.

Back and forth.

The consciousness of the star was torn to shreds countless times during this process.

Each time she is reassembled, she loses part of her memory.

Memories of how one obtains one's destiny.

Memories of a companion's death.

Memories of "breeding" spiraling out of control.

All painful memories are being eroded by "nothingness".

The fog surrounding the black swan is being swallowed up by the darkness!

Suddenly!

call out!

A thorny rope stretched out from the darkness, piercing the gloom and reaching the black swan.

"Quick! Lady Black Swan!"

The sound of Sunday came from overhead, distant and echoing.

Should we go back?

The black swan shook its head firmly.

With a slight smile.

Since you're going to keep it a secret...

It's time for that game of hide-and-seek to end.

and so.

"I made my move."

A giant golden-purple hand broke through the darkness!

boom!

boom!

boom!

Bumping around randomly in the entire space.

The black swan was surrounded by purple mist, and the purple palace dispelled the darkness.

Her purple pupils shone brightly.

The planet has finally appeared.

The missing right arm and the broken left arm were present, but the body was extremely clean, and the eyes were empty and lifeless.

The black swan knew this was the real culprit.

He walked up and reached out his hand.

"interested in……"

He met her gaze.

His golden pupils were lifeless and bloodless, as if he had been dead for a long time.

"Will you dance with me?"

The music is ringing.

Hoshino blankly reached out her hand.

The two moved nimbly, traversing the pitch-black space.

They're testing each other now.

It's as if they're perfectly compatible.

Black Swan hugged Hoshino's waist, bent over, and the two were almost nose to nose, just a little bit away from kissing.

With a charming smile.

A mesmerizing purple gas.

With a burst of strength, he lifted Hoshino up.

The fate of "memory".

Invading from all sides.

The defenses of the planet are extremely weak.

It's time...

What... is your true memory?

wrong……

I guessed wrong.

It should be said that...

Where are the "memories" of your "destiny"?

Crimson flesh and blood...

A giant fish... kind?

A bizarre, humanoid creature with three heads...

Zerg...

Then, a barrage of images unfolded!

hum!

The black swan's pupils suddenly dilated!

He retreated repeatedly and released Hoshino.

Her fellow train crew members, including herself, were all brutally murdered in that memory, time and time again, with no two deaths being the same!

million……

Three million...

Second-rate……

hum! ! !

A buzzing sound that almost exploded my head!

"Ah!" The black swan's pupils dilated.

Golden thorns stretched out once more!

"Hurry!" Sunday's voice was unusually anxious.

this time……

Without further hesitation, she grabbed it.

She looked at Hoshino.

The gray-haired woman stood in the darkness, her eyes empty, devoid of pupils or whites, pure black, which streamed down her cheeks.

Just stand there quietly in the distance...

Stare at her.

A chill ran down my spine!

The star said, "I searched for you among countless stars..."

The thorns quickly contracted!

The screen changes simultaneously!

Finally, when Hoshi opened her eyes again—

The scene shifts to March 7th's room.

Hoshi lay in a pool of blood, his right arm broken, his body covered in wounds.

The memory ends here.

……

The black swan suddenly opened its eyes, while Sunday closed the notebook in her hand.

He wiped the cold sweat from his face, still somewhat dazed, and looked at her.

The purple mist vanished instantly.

Her hand was still on Hoshino's face, but her whole arm was trembling.

Inside the medical room, everyone was staring at her.

The black swan withdrew its hand, took two steps back, and leaned against the wall.

Shortness of breath.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Ms. Black Swan? Is she alright...?" He finally came to his senses on Sunday and asked.