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

"Hmm..." She suddenly stopped.

It seems like she brought this all on herself.

so what!

I'm going to save the world.

I've already traveled through time!

"But at least I have to get everyone to treat me to a Supreme Flame version of Sorida."

At this moment.

The sky above Luofu Mountain seven hundred years ago.

The sun is shining brightly.

The breeze is gentle and not dry.

That tragic ending where they should have perished together.

It was done forcibly.

Rewritten as...

The prelude to a happy ending.

The shattered starship, trailing a long plume of black smoke, landed crookedly on a relatively flat patch of ruins.

The landing gear had been worn out in the previous battles. The fuselage scraped against the ground, emitting a piercing metallic screech, and carved a deep trench before finally coming to a stop.

The hatch was pushed open from the inside.

Bai Heng stumbled out.

Her legs were still weak, and the visual residue of the "world turning black and white" was still flickering on her retina, making everything look a little double.

"Sister Bai Heng!"

A figure covered in blood rushed over.

Young Jingyuan practically lunged forward and grabbed Bai Heng's waist.

The young commander who had been so composed and resolute on the battlefield was now crying like a child who had lost a toy.

"I was so scared... I thought... I thought I'd never see you again..."

Followed by.

Several streaks of light fell.

Jingliu, dressed in cloud-riding armor, looked dashing and heroic.

Danfeng, holding a long spear and with a cold and stern face.

And then there's Ying Xing, with his arrogant expression and the weapon in his hand.

The five elites of this era have gathered together at this moment.

"It's good that you're alright."

Jingliu sheathed her sword, her tone still indifferent, but the hand tightly gripping Baiheng's shoulder betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

"If you die, who will drink with me?"

"Hmph, evil deeds live on for a thousand years."

Ying Xing crossed his arms and stubbornly retorted.

"I knew you were lucky, you fox, to be able to bring back that beat-up starship."

Despite saying that, his bloodshot eyes couldn't hide his relief.

Bai Heng looked at these familiar companions.

Looking at their young, vibrant, and energetic faces.

The feeling of surviving a disaster finally came over me.

She opened her arms, wanting to give everyone a big hug.

"Everyone……"

She had just opened her mouth.

A strange spatial fluctuation suddenly rippled out behind her.

Hoshi was helped down by Hoshi.

Her face was still pale, and her right hand hung limply at her side, the black lines on it still slowly wriggling, as if it were alive.

"I'm sorry to have interrupted your family reunion."

Mohoshi leaned against Hoshi and smiled weakly.

"But... since we're already here..."

"Some 'guests' should also see the light of day."

She raised her left hand.

He snapped his fingers.

With that crisp sound.

In the shadows of ruins that were once empty.

Four figures slowly appeared, as if they had been peeled away from the long river of time.

They didn't speak.

They just stood there quietly.

Looking at the five young, spirited "selves" opposite him.

Young Jingyuan was stunned.

He looked at the man with white hair flowing down his shoulders, a languid expression, and a smile on his lips but endless weariness hidden in his eyes.

The man was dressed in the uniform of a Shence General, and he exuded an aura that felt both incredibly familiar and incredibly distant to him.

It's just like……

Looking in a mirror hundreds of years from now.

Even Jingliu from back then was stunned.

She looked at the woman opposite her, whose eyes were covered by a black veil and who exuded a deathly chill, as if she had just crawled back from hell.

That was...me?

Why would someone look like that?

That look in his eyes, as if he was weary of everything in the world and only wanted to destroy everything?

Danfeng frowned.

He looked at the man opposite him who also had dragon horns, but was dressed in a simple blue robe, with shifty eyes, as if he were burdened with endless sins.

That's... Drinking the Moon?

No, that wasn't the spirited Dragon Lord.

That was a... sinner.

Yingxing reacted the most strongly.

The arrogant craftsman stared blankly at the "monster" opposite him, who was covered in bandages, wielding a broken sword, and had a crazed and chaotic look in his eyes.

The monster was watching him too.

He looked at him with a gaze that seemed to want to tear him apart, yet also held a strange, pitying quality.

"this……"

Bai Heng was completely dumbfounded.

She looked to the left, then to the right.

The brain is no longer able to process the amount of information at hand.

"They are..."

Bai Heng pointed at the four people opposite him who looked like "max-level accounts" but also like "useless accounts".

Their voices were trembling.

"who are they?"

Hoshi coughed twice.

A trickle of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But she still smiled happily.

That was a laugh with a touch of wicked humor, the laugh of someone who had successfully pulled off a prank.

"Them."

Hoshi pointed to the four people.

His tone was as relaxed as if he were introducing a neighbor.

"They are...if I hadn't intervened, if I hadn't saved you."

"Seven hundred years later."

"What you will become."

boom!

This statement was like a bombshell.

It exploded in everyone's mind.

Bai Heng's eyes widened.

She looked at Jingliu, whose eyes were covered by a black veil; Ren, who seemed to want to die; Danheng, who was silent; and Jingyuan, who was exhausted.

Seven hundred years later?

Is this...the future?

This is... what the future will be like after I'm gone?

"No……"

Bai Heng covered his mouth.

Tears welled up again.

It was even more turbulent than before.

"How could... how could it have turned out like this?"

"Mirror Flow...your eyes..."

"Yingxing... what's wrong with you...?"

She couldn't accept it.

Jingliu, who always shouted that he would cut down the stars, has gone blind?

The proud craftsman Ying Xing has turned into a monster?

The proud dragon lord has become a sinner?

And Jingyuan... that little Yuan who always followed her around, has become like that... even though he's smiling, he looks so pitiful?

"cost."

Blade… or rather, the future Yingxing, suddenly spoke.

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a broken bellows.

"This is... the price."

"There are five people...and three costs..."

He stared intently at his younger self.

"You... will regret this."

"I regret...being alive."

The young Ying Xing was so overwhelmed by the overwhelming sense of despair that he took a half step back.

He gripped his sword tightly, wanting to retort, but found no sound coming out of his throat.

The scene descended into extreme chaos and oppression.

A clash between the past and the future.

A mixture of hope and despair.

Just then.

Shihoshi's body swayed suddenly.

The backlash from the void that she had been suppressing finally erupted at this moment.

The black lines suddenly intensified, rushing up her arm to her neck.

Her right cheek was quickly covered in black.

That feeling of "emptiness" began to erode her consciousness.

They want to drag her completely into IX's abyss.