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

Goethe Hotel.

After a huge pillow fight. (Guess who started it in a second!)

Everyone rested.

……

"Pam... your ears are so soft..."

"Hehe, I'll sneak a bite... just a tiny bite..."

"Hmm...it's marshmallow flavored, don't...don't tell anyone..."

On March 7th, he smacked his lips, muttered something to himself, and then fell asleep wrapped in a thick blanket.

隔壁房间

Xing huddled in the sofa in the corner, hugging a cushion.

hungry.

I'm so hungry.

After all that trouble during the day—breaking bones to catch thieves, blocking bullets, and getting infuriated by that wicked woman Cocolia—I was exhausted.

Her energy levels had long since run out.

"Gurgle—"

Xing scratched her hair in frustration.

She looked out the window.

Outside, the night sky was pitch black, with only a few dim lights flickering in the wind and snow.

Those are...

Streetlights that use high-purity earth marrow as fuel...

"Slurp."

Xing is drooling again.

If I could get out... I'd smash those streetlights...

Remove the fuel blocks from inside...

It must be very crispy and fragrant.

But no.

Danheng is right next door.

That expressionless guard had frighteningly good hearing; if I made even the slightest noise, he would definitely rush in immediately.

"Ugh... (Just bear with it.)"

Xing comforted herself in her heart.

She stretched out her right hand and touched her left forearm.

There was a newly grown bone spur there, its tip a bit blunt, and it hurt my flesh.

I can't sleep anyway.

How about... we work on it a bit?

Xing pulled out a small, gleaming metal file from the inside pocket of her trench coat (which Himeko had sewn on specially).

This is something she picked up from the train's tool room earlier.

"Sizzle—"

The file was pressed against the bone spur, and then pulled hard.

"Sizzle—!!"

It doesn't hurt.

On the contrary, it gives you a... satisfying feeling of rubbing off dead skin.

Sparks flew everywhere.

Bone fragments flew everywhere.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

Xing became more and more enthusiastic as he worked on it, and even started humming an off-key tune (of course, it was an electronic version).

Just then.

"Knock knock knock".

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Xing's movements suddenly froze.

The file was still stuck in the bone, sparks were still flying.

"Who?"

She wanted to ask.

But all that could be made from his throat was a "hissing" sound.

"...It's me."

A deep voice came from outside the door.

"May I come inside?"

Xing panicked.

She quickly hid the file behind her back, then swiftly pulled down her sleeve to cover the still-smoking bone spur.

"Zzz. (Go in.)"

She let out a short, sharp chirp.

The door opened.

Dan Heng walked in.

He was wearing a thin shirt and was not carrying his iconic cloud-piercing spear.

But...

He was holding a small package wrapped in oil paper.

There was also a cup of steaming water.

"Still not asleep?"

Dan Heng glanced at Xing, his gaze lingering for a moment on the bone powder floating in the air.

He walked up to Xing, pulled over a chair, and sat down.

"I heard... you grinding something."

Dan Heng's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable penetrating power.

"Has the bone grown back?"

star:"……"

How could you tell from that?

She nodded somewhat guiltily.

Dan Heng sighed.

He placed the oil paper package on the table as gently as if he were placing a fragile bomb.

"Open it and take a look."

Dan Heng said.

Xing hesitated for a moment, then reached out and tore open the oil paper package.

"Splash!"

The moment the paper package was opened.

A surge...

An extremely strong aroma, even with a slightly pungent sulfur smell, wafted towards me.

Xing's eyes widened instantly.

All I could see was that piece of oiled paper.

Three pieces lay there quietly...

Fist-sized, bright red, and still slightly warm...

High-purity genomic fuel blocks.

Moreover, judging from its quality, it's definitely not the kind of scrap material used in civilian applications.

This is... military grade!

It is the top-grade fuel that powers large mechs or heavy artillery!

"this……"

Xing suddenly looked up, staring at Dan Heng in disbelief.

Where is it?

This thing is a controlled substance!

Danheng seemed to sense her confusion.

He turned his head away somewhat awkwardly and coughed to cover it up.

"cough."

"This is... from when Jepard led the way earlier."

"I just casually...borrowed...from his supply pack."

"I noticed you kept staring at that heater..."

Dan Heng's voice grew softer and softer, and even the roots of his ears turned slightly red.

As an honest anonymous visitor.

As a guardian who adheres to principles.

He actually... stole something.

"Eat quickly."

Danheng pushed the glass of water in front of Xing.

"Don't chew it dry, drink some water... to moisten your throat."

"Although I don't know how this stuff is moisturized..."

Xing looked at the three bright red fuels.

She glanced again at Danheng's face, which, though expressionless, was filled with the message, "Eat quickly, don't go hungry."

A huge, bittersweet warmth welled up in my heart instantly.

he……

He actually did it for me...

Xing didn't speak.

She reached out her trembling hand and grabbed a piece of earth marrow.

Scalding hot.

hard.

But...it smells so good.

"Snap!!!"

Xing opened her mouth and took a big bite.

It felt like biting into a crisp brown sugar biscuit.

Sparks flew from the corner of her mouth.

"Crunch... crunch..."

She chewed it in big mouthfuls.

The sensation of high-energy fuel exploding and releasing energy in the mouth is even more intoxicating than the most delicious food in the world.

"Gulp."

I swallowed it.

My stomach felt warm instantly.

The maddening hunger finally subsided.

"Is it tasty?"

Danheng watched her wolf down her food and couldn't help but ask a question.

"Sizzle!! (Delicious!!)"

She ate too fast.

I even... choked a little.

Danheng quickly handed over the water glass.

"Slower."

He reached out, wanting to pat Xing on the back.

But he stopped halfway through reaching out his hand.

He saw Xing's back.

Even through clothes.

You can also see the outlines of those rows of... grotesque, protruding bone spurs.

Some had even torn through the fabric, revealing their stark white tips.

Just now……

She used that file...

Are you grinding these things?

Danheng's fingers curled up slightly.

finally.

He didn't continue taking pictures.

He simply stood there gently, at a distance, subtly protecting her from behind.

"Are you full?"

Watching Xing swallow the last piece of earth marrow, Dan Heng asked softly.

Xing let out a satisfied burp (exhaling a puff of black smoke).

"Mmm. (I'm full.)"

She patted her belly, and a genuine smile appeared on her face—the first one she'd had since arriving on this planet.

Although the smile looked somewhat eerie in the firelight.

But Danheng understood.

"That's good."

Danheng stood up and took away the oil paper and water cup.

"Get some rest."

Tomorrow... might not be peaceful.

He walked to the door and stopped.

I glanced back.

Xing was sitting on the sofa, holding the file in his hand, seemingly hesitating whether to continue the "project" he had just been working on.

"Stop dawdling."

Dan Heng suddenly said.

"It will hurt."

"Good night."

The room returned to silence.

Xing held the file, staring blankly at the tightly closed door.

A long time passed.

She silently put the file back into her pocket.

then.

She looked down at her left hand, which was full of strength after eating.

"Click."

She tried moving her wrists.

Abundant in strength.

The bones are strong.

There was even an urge to... break something.

"tomorrow……"

"This is going to be a tough battle..."