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

"snort."

Yingxing slammed his sword on the table.

"After all these centuries, your taciturn nature hasn't changed."

"If you dare to run away without a word again next time, I'll saw off your dragon horns and use them as decorations."

"And me too."

A cool, clear female voice rang out.

Jingliu removed his blindfold.

The chaos of the demonic body was no longer present in those red eyes.

It was as clear as a pool of cold spring water.

She casually twirled her sword and sheathed the bloodless ice sword.

"If he dares to run away."

"So I broke his legs."

Although her words were harsh, she couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

Behind the desk.

Jingyuan remained seated there.

He still looked lazy, still resting with his eyes closed.

But if you look closely...

You'll notice that the corners of his eyes have lessened in their tiredness and gained a touch of...

Real relaxation.

That was the relief of finally being able to get a good night's sleep after being relieved of a burden that had lasted for seven hundred years.

of course.

the most important is……

"Oh dear! Why are you all so serious?"

A cheerful voice, like that of a lark, broke the tranquility of the study.

On the windowsill.

A fox-girl was swinging her legs.

He was holding a pot of "Immortal's Happy Tea" that he had somehow managed to get his hands on.

Short purple hair, fluffy fox ears, and those signature goggles.

Bai Heng.

A living, breathing Bai Heng who can laugh and jump, without any side effects.

She jumped down from the windowsill.

Her movements were as light as a feather.

It darted directly in front of the star.

He raised the wine jug in his hand.

"Hey! My benefactor!"

Bai Heng smiled, his eyes crinkling.

"I don't know how you did it."

"but……"

"A toast to you!"

"For this... incredible happy ending!"

Hoshi looked at her.

Looking at all the people in this room.

Looking at that arrogant craftsman, that gentle swordsman, that forgiving dragon lord, and that lazy general.

And this...

The fox-girl who was the starting point of all regrets.

She smiled.

He laughed without any regard for his image, his shoulders shaking from laughing.

He laughed and laughed.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

It slid down her cheek.

It dripped onto the smooth floor of the Shence Mansion.

"yes."

Hoshi took the sake flask.

Look up.

He took a big gulp.

The pungent liquor made her cough, but she felt...

so sweet.

"I did it."

She said to herself.

"I really did it."

"Reverse time, turn life and death upside down, and undo those damned tragedies..."

"Tread them all under your feet!"

in the corner.

Two figures were silently watching this scene.

Kafka gracefully adjusted her gloves, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

"What a... messy script."

She said softly.

"If Eriol saw this, his stone slab would probably crack."

The silver wolf next to him blew a bubble.

He was still holding the game console in his hand, and continued talking without even looking up.

"That's for sure."

"This level of modification is practically like opening the console and directly editing the code."

"but……"

"Smack."

The bubble popped.

Silver Wolf raised his head and glanced at Hoshino, who was surrounded by the crowd.

"Since it was the work of that 'Last King'."

Even if it's a complete mess...

"That's... a pretty interesting bug."

Kafka smiled.

There was no rebuttal.

She turned and walked towards the door.

"Let's go, Wolfie."

"The scenes here are finished."

"Our protagonist..."

"She has already received the reward she wanted most."

Inside the Shence Mansion.

Laughter and cheers rang out again.

That was a gap of seven hundred years, finally filled in...

A grand reunion.

Hoshino wiped away her tears.

She looked out the window.

The starry sky over Luofu remains as brilliant as ever.

But this time.

Under that starry sky.

There are no more regrets.

…………

It exudes a lazy, down-to-earth vibe.

The hustle and bustle of the Star Chariot Sea Central Hub is filtered by the layers of flying eaves and brackets, and when it reaches the second floor of this teahouse called "Never-Sleep Marquis", only a little bit of white noise remains.

The crisp sound of Mr. west Yan striking the table with his gavel drifted over from several streets, mingling with the bubbling sound of boiling tea.

Shihoshi sat by the window, holding a celadon teacup in both hands.

Her right hand overlapped her left hand, her fingertips caressing the delicate glaze of the cup.

Those hands were long and strong, with neatly trimmed nails, showing no trace of the tragic breakage that had once occurred.

But her current condition is not as good as her hands look.

She stared at a tea stalk floating on the surface of the tea soup, her pupils unfocused.

Those eyes, which were usually curved into crescents and full of smiles, now looked like a bottomless dry well.

There was no light, no emotion, not even a focus.

She was like a porcelain doll whose soul had been taken away, frozen in the corner of the bustling teahouse, still holding the teacup.

This is the fourth time today.

Xing, who was sitting opposite, put down the half-eaten lotus root cake in her hand.

The Galaxy Baseball Man sighed and waved his hand in front of Hoshino's eyes.

He waved his five fingers back and forth, trying to bring the other person back to their senses.

"Doriboshi?"

Xing lowered her voice, her tone no longer carrying her usual carefree banter, but rather a hint of seriousness.

"Is your system overheating and needs a restart?"

Hoshi suddenly snapped back to reality.

Her body trembled very slightly, as if she had suddenly fallen back to the ground from a height of 10,000 meters.

That empty gaze shattered instantly, and the radiance that once filled his eyes, known as "Shiroboshi," reappeared.

She blinked, looked at Xing with a somewhat blank expression, and then habitually stretched into a carefree smile.

"Huh? What? You're saying this tea is too hot?"

She picked up the teacup and was about to drink it, completely forgetting that she had been holding it in a daze for a full ten minutes, and the tea had long since gone cold.

Xing reacted quickly and grabbed her wrist.

"Don't play dumb."

Hoshi stared into her eyes, her golden pupils reflecting Hoshi's slightly pale face.

"You've been acting strange these past few days."

"The day before yesterday in Jinren Lane, you stared blankly at the storyteller and almost bumped into the leg of a Jin guard; yesterday in Changletian, you looked at the drifting clouds in the sky and tears inexplicably streamed down your face; just now, the time you stared blankly at this cup of tea was enough for the train to jump three times."

Xing's fingers tightened slightly, and the warmth of her palms was transmitted through her skin.

"If you feel unwell anywhere in your body, or if there are any aftereffects on your hands, go to the Pill Refining Department now and find the Dragon Girl who carries the medicine."

"What if it's for some other reason..."

Xing paused, then leaned forward, shortening the distance between them.

"tell me."