Collapse Iron Cosplay Battle Damaged Star Spinal Cut - Everyone Cries to Death

Chapter 1: Cosplaying a battle-damaged star, the props... have grown into the flesh?

[The premise is a bit off]

[Aha told me to write it this way, so criticize him if you want.]

The original star didn't disappear, it didn't disappear! (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

Blue Star, backstage at the Shanghai Comic Con, a cramped dressing room.

In front of the mirror.

A tall, slender girl is making final adjustments in front of a mirror.

She—or rather, the current cosplayer "Xing"—is pressing a dark white, barbed silicone spine prop firmly onto her back.

"Wow... this special effects glue is too strong."

Xing frowned.

She went to great lengths to recreate that abandoned fan-made concept—[Heart of the Swarm: Destruction Carrier: Star].

It wasn't just this tattered black trench coat with burn marks everywhere.

Most importantly, it is this morbid beauty of war damage.

In pursuit of realism, she even put a specially made voice changer in her mouth. Whenever she opened her mouth, it wasn't human speech, but rather a low-frequency noise similar to the flapping of insect wings that was mind-numbing.

"Perfect."

Xing looked at herself in the mirror.

Her face was ashen white (she had applied three layers of foundation).

His eyes were empty and lifeless (he was wearing specially made colored contact lenses).

There were also props depicting stark white bones "pierced" from the collarbone, elbow, and knee.

This is exactly the effect she wanted!

Extremely tragic! Extremely inhuman!

Just by standing on the booth, you're guaranteed to garner a huge number of tears and camera shutter clicks.

"This is... an art form called 'Discarded Body'."

Xing reached out with satisfaction to grab the metal baseball bat next to him.

Sudden.

A sudden, unprovoked wave of dizziness struck her head like a heavy hammer blow.

My vision distorted instantly, and colorful patches of color flowed down like melting paint.

Immediately following was a surge of energy that exploded from the depths of one's soul...

heat.

Scalding hot.

It was as if countless ants were frantically gnawing at every inch of her nerves along her blood vessels.

"Well……"

Xing tried to shout, but found that her throat felt like it was stuffed with a red-hot coal, and she couldn't make a sound.

Everything went completely dark.

……

I don't know how much time passed.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

A deep, rhythmic mechanical roar reached my ears.

It's like some kind of giant engine is running.

It's so hard.

It's so hard to memorize.

Xing opened her eyes groggily.

Instead of the stark white ceiling of the dressing room, what catches the eye is a... extremely retro whale chandelier radiating a warm yellow glow.

The surrounding area had dark red solid wood floors, and the air was filled with a rich, slightly bitter coffee aroma.

where is this?

Xing instinctively tried to sit up.

"Click."

A crisp sound came from behind.

Then came a strange feeling of resistance. It was as if something sharp was embedded deep in the wooden floorboards on her back, "nailing" her to the ground.

"...?"

Xing was stunned for a moment.

She pushed herself up with a little force.

"Sizzle—"

With the sound of wood chips cracking, she felt something being pulled out from behind her.

There was no pain.

It's just a... slightly numb, slightly itchy feeling.

It's like the relief you feel when you pull a thorn out of your flesh.

Xing got up from the ground and looked around blankly.

A luxurious carriage, retro sofas, and the scenery rushing past the window...

and many more.

That's... the starry sky outside the window?

A flowing, dazzling, and real Milky Way?!

"I've time-traveled?!"

As a seasoned anime fan, Xing reacted instantly.

This is... the Star Train!

A surge of ecstasy welled up inside me.

Before she could even jump up excitedly, a strange sensation spread through her limbs and bones.

She lowered her head and looked at her own body.

He was still wearing that tattered black trench coat that he had specially made for the comic convention.

but……

Originally intended to be a "skeleton prop" glued to the surface of clothing with special effects glue...

At this moment, it actually "penetrated" through the fabric.

No.

wrong.

Xing's eyes widened, and her pupils contracted sharply.

She raised her left hand and stared intently at her elbow.

There, a stark white, sharp ulnar barb mercilessly pierced the pale skin, exposed to the air.

At the junction of the bone spur and the skin...

There were no traces of fake leather.

Only rolled-up, bright red flesh and blood.

as well as……

The hot, dark golden liquid was slowly dripping down the bone spur.

That is blood.

"clatter."

A drop of dark golden blood fell onto the wooden floor.

It didn't seep in.

Instead, upon contact with air, it rapidly cools and solidifies, transforming into a hard crystal like a ruby.

"this……"

Xing was stunned.

She instinctively reached out her right hand, wanting to touch the bone spur.

The moment my fingertip touched the bone.

A strange flow of information exploded in her mind without warning.

【Martyrs - Spinal Cord Armor】

Pain shielding: Enabled

[Current Status: Destruction and Erosion Level 30%, Reproduction and Proliferation Level 40%]

[WARNING: Your body is on the verge of collapse; do not engage in strenuous exercise.]

[Tip: Pain is power. The greater the damage you suffer, the higher your output power.]

What...what the hell is this thing?!

My cheat code?!

Xing was a little confused.

She tried moving the arm with the bone spur.

There is no pain.

Absolutely not.

Even though the bone stretched her muscles and tore her skin, she only felt a slight itch, like when a wound scabs over.

"Is it fake?"

Xing murmured to herself.

She didn't believe in superstitions.

She reached out and grasped the sharpest-looking barb on her elbow.

With a forceful snap, it broke open.

"Crack!!!"

A sharp, bone-crackling sound echoed through the silent carriage.

That 10-centimeter-long, stark white bone spur was actually snapped in two by her own strength!

Dark golden blood gushed out, instantly congealing into a beautiful crystal flower on the floor.

"..."

Xing stood frozen in place, holding the piece of bone that was still warm to the touch and still attached to a strand of flesh.

It doesn't hurt.

It really doesn't hurt.

It was like breaking off a dead tree branch.

but……

Looking at the bloody, mangled wound, and at the real bone in my hand.

A belated sense of horror shot up my spine and straight to the top of my head.

This is not a prop.

This is real!

I...I've turned into a monster?!

That fan-made concept... a living weapon created to accommodate "reproduction" and "destruction"?!

"Are you kidding me...?"

Xing wanted to scream.

She opened her mouth, wanting to scream out to vent her fear.

however.

The sound coming from the throat was no longer that of a human.

"Hiss... Sizzle... Glara..."

It was a kind of... extremely piercing low-frequency noise, like an electric short circuit or the sound of countless insects flapping their wings and rubbing together.

vocal cord……

It's gone too?

Xing covered her neck in terror.

What my palm touched was not warm skin, but a cold, hard, slightly wriggling exoskeleton plate.

It’s over.

It's all over.

This awful state of being... what if the train crew saw it...?

They'll probably kill me, thinking I'm a monster from another realm!

This is the Star Train, after all! A pioneering route! How could we tolerate a... bug covered in bone spurs and dripping with strange blood?!

run!

We must hide!

Xing turned around in a panic, trying to find a place to hide.