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

"Hide..."

In the midst of the chaos, Xing's mind grasped at this last straw.

Wardrobe!

That huge, vintage mahogany wardrobe was just three meters away!

As long as you get inside, as long as you survive this ordeal...

Xing suddenly turned around, wanting to rush towards the wardrobe.

however.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

The body...did not move.

A tremendous resistance came from my left elbow.

Xing subconsciously turned around to look.

Respiratory arrest.

The barbed bone spur, about the length of a dagger, grew out of the ulna of her left arm...

Right now, it's stuck tightly on the edge of that heavy solid wood desk!

The bone spur was so sharp that it pierced into the wood.

The base of the bone spur connects her flesh and bone.

It's like a butterfly specimen pinned to a nail.

It's stuck...stuck?!

"Squeak—"

The door was pushed open a crack.

A bright ray of light pierced through the crack in the door and shone directly on Xing's deathly pale face.

"Star? Are you in there?"

The energetic voice of March 7th is almost here.

"Strange, the door isn't locked, so why aren't the lights on?"

Footsteps.

It's not just one person.

A steady, light footstep followed behind.

It's Danheng!

That expressionless guard is here too!

It’s over.

Xing's pupils contracted violently.

At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

Explanation? I can't speak.

Playing dead? The bones are still hanging on the table!

The only way...

It means pulling your arm back and then rolling into the shadows under the bed!

Xing gritted her teeth.

Without the slightest hesitation, she suddenly exerted force with her waist and pulled herself backward with great force!

Since it's stuck...

Then pull it out!

however.

She underestimated the strength of the bone spur and the fragility of the body's "exoskeleton."

Just as she exerted her strength.

"collapse--!!!"

A crisp sound.

Extremely crisp.

It sounded like the sound of dry, old bamboo being violently snapped.

It was even louder and more tooth-grinding than that.

The bone is broken.

The stark white exoskeleton, about two fingers wide, connecting to the ulna of her forearm, couldn't withstand the immense pulling force and broke off from its base...

Break it off at the root!

"Pfft!"

Dark golden, scalding liquid gushed out instantly from the broken wound!

It drew a poignant arc in the air.

"Clang!"

The door was pushed open completely.

March 7th had a bright smile on her face and had just poked half her body in.

"Ding ding ding! Time to get up and start making noise..."

Her voice stopped abruptly.

The scalding golden liquid splashed precisely onto her pristine white short skirt.

"Sizzle—"

The liquid did not spread or bleed when it came into contact with the fabric.

Instead, it cools and solidifies instantly.

It turned into several deep red, ruby-like sharp crystals, hanging on the hem of the skirt, emitting wisps of white smoke.

March 7th was stunned.

She stared blankly down at the "ruby" on her dress.

Then he slowly raised his head.

Look towards the center of the room.

The figure wearing a tattered black trench coat, with his back to them.

Xing remained in a posture of being pulled backward.

Her left arm was hanging limply at her side at an extremely strange angle.

And at that elbow position...

Where there should have been bone support, now there is only a bloody, mangled hole.

The white bone fragments were exposed.

Golden blood plasma was dripping down.

And on the table next to it.

A piece of pale, broken bone with barbs was stuck forlornly in the wood.

Several strands of dark red tendon, forcibly torn off, were still attached to it.

It was still twitching slightly.

Dead silence.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

The only sound was the "crackling" of blood dripping onto the floor and crystallizing.

Xing was a little confused.

She looked at her left hand, which wobbled like a noodle.

I lost consciousness.

It seems like... the ulna supporting the forearm was broken?

"...This is a bit troublesome."

Xing sighed inwardly.

Why is the quality of this body so poor?

It broke with just a gentle pull?

Fortunately, it's alright.

It doesn't hurt.

It doesn't hurt at all.

There was only one kind of... a tiny, tingling sensation, like when you cut your nails too short.

"It will grow back anyway."

Xing thought to herself expressionlessly.

She used her right hand to lift her disabled left hand, trying to tuck it back into her sleeve to cover it up.

Then, she slowly turned around.

She tried to force a smile at the two people at the door, as if to say, "I'm fine."

however.

The moment she turned around.

She saw March 7's face.

That face that was once full of energy and always had a lovely smile...

At this moment, all traces of blood have completely faded.

It was as pale as a sheet of paper.

Those pale blue eyes were wide open, their pupils trembling violently, as if they were seeing the most terrifying scene in the world.

"……ah."

March 7th's lips trembled.

Tears.

Large tears welled up in her eyes without warning.

"Blood...bone...broken..."

On March 7th, she finally screamed, her voice filled with extreme terror and...heart-wrenching pain.

"Star!!! Your hand!!! Your bones are broken!!!"

"Don't move!!"

A figure in blue rushed in like lightning.

Danheng.

This guard, who was usually as calm as ice, now had a terrifyingly ferocious expression on his face.

He practically teleported to Xing's side.

He grabbed Xing's left arm, which she was trying to hide behind her back.

"Don't touch it!"

Dan Heng shouted sternly, his voice trembling slightly.

His gaze was fixed on the bloody, mangled wound.

He was trembling.

As a battle-hardened warrior, Danheng had seen countless wounds.

But he had never seen it before...

What would a person break their own bones in order to "break free" from?

and……

Danheng raised his head and looked at the stars that were so close to him.

This face.

Pale, thin, with sunken eyes.

but……

No expression.

There wasn't the slightest hint of pain on his face.

She just stared at him blankly, her eyes empty, even with a hint of... bewilderment.

It was as if it wasn't her bones that had broken, but a withered tree branch.

"...Aren't you in pain?"

Danheng's voice was terribly hoarse.

This kind of injury... would have made an ordinary person faint from the pain long ago!

Why doesn't she even frown?

Is she holding back?

To avoid making us worry... they've gone to this extent?!

"..."

Xing looked at Danheng's eyes, which were filled with sorrow.

She wanted to explain.

"It really doesn't hurt. It's just a prop... uh, even though it's become real, it really doesn't hurt."

"And these bones heal very quickly, they'll be fine in no time."

Xing opened her mouth.

She tried hard to pronounce a clear syllable.

"I--"

however.

It spilled from between those dry, pale lips.

It is not a human language.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

"Hiss...uh...Gela..."

That's a kind of...

It sounded like the static from an old, damp radio.

It also resembles the high-frequency, mournful wingbeats of some arthropod as it dies.

harsh.

weird.

Creepy.

"Stop talking!!!"

March 7th suddenly pounced.

She ignored the blood crystals on the ground and the grotesque-looking bone fragments.

She hugged Xing tightly around the waist, buried her face in Xing's tattered trench coat, and burst into tears.

"Waaah... Please stop... Please stop..."

"My voice is ruined too... How could this happen..."

"It must hurt so much... Waaah... Is it so painful you can't even speak...?"

On March 7th, she cried so hard that her whole body was shaking.

"Who did this to you...who...?"

Xing stood there stiffly.

She felt the trembling body of the girl in her arms, and felt the warm tears soaking through her clothes.

She was somewhat at a loss.

She wanted to raise her hand, pat March 7th on the back, and tell her not to cry.

But my left hand is broken and I can't lift it.

Right hand...

Xing glanced at her right hand.

On that hand, there were also several sharp bone spurs protruding from the knuckles.

If you touch it, it will hurt her.

Xing's hand hovered in mid-air, trembled, and finally fell limply to the ground.

She looked at Dan Heng, whose face was ashen, as he tried to stop her bleeding.

Then she looked at March 7th, who was crying her eyes out in her arms.

A huge, absurd misunderstanding is brewing in this small room.

them……

It seems like he really thought... I was going to die?

"...Himeko."

Dan Heng suddenly spoke up.

He pressed his handkerchief tightly against Xing's wound while turning around and shouting at the red-haired woman who had just arrived outside the door, who was covering her mouth and looking shocked.

"Prepare the medical pod."

"immediately."

"Her body..."

Dan Heng stared into Xing's empty golden eyes, gritted his teeth, and said, word by word:

"...It has completely...collapsed."