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

The lower level, a dimly lit underground passage.

Sambo, carrying the unconscious Bronya on his back, led the way, panting heavily.

"Faster! Faster!"

"The clinic is just ahead! Sister Natasha is right there!"

As Sambo ran, he glanced back guiltily.

Even though he had seen it many times, it still made him shudder.

Behind.

Dan Heng was carrying the gray-haired girl covered in blood on his back, running wildly.

His speed was astonishing, leaving afterimages in the air.

His usually icy face was now completely distorted.

anxious.

fear.

"Hang in there!!"

Dan Heng gritted his teeth and growled in Xing's ear with a trembling voice.

"Don't sleep...please don't sleep..."

"We're almost there... the doctor is just ahead..."

On his back.

Xing's body was as soft as a puddle of mud.

The tattered trench coat was soaked in golden blood, which was even dripping down Dan Heng's clothes.

Several white, broken bones were piercing her own flesh again and again as Dan Heng ran.

"..."

Sambo wiped away his cold sweat and tried to offer a few words of comfort.

"Um... bro! Don't rush me!"

"Natasha is the best healer in the Lower District! No matter how severe the injury, she can save it!"

"As long as...as long as there's still a breath left..."

Sambo's voice grew softer and softer.

Because even he himself felt that his words lacked conviction.

That girl...

It doesn't look like it's still breathing at all!

Danheng completely ignored Sangbo's nonsense.

He only felt that the person on his back was getting lighter and lighter.

The feeling of life slipping away suffocated him.

"I can't die..."

Danheng's pupils contracted violently.

An ancient and terrifying power, suppressed for a long time, was stirring in his veins.

"If...if there's really no other way..."

Dan Heng bit his lower lip hard until blood seeped out.

"Transformation into a dragon..."

……

……

"Bang!!"

The doors to Natasha's clinic were violently kicked open.

"doctor!!"

March 7th's tearful cries shattered the tranquility of the clinic.

"Help!! Please save her!!"

Natasha, who was bandaging the patient, was startled.

She looked up, but before she could ask a question...

Then Dan Heng rushed in like a gust of wind and carefully placed the person on his back onto the emergency bed.

"This is……"

Natasha quickly stepped forward.

When she saw the scene on the bed, even this doctor, who was used to seeing life and death, couldn't help but gasp.

awful.

It's too awful.

The girl was lying face down on the bed, her back a bloody mess.

Several broken rib fragments grotesquely pierced the skin and were exposed to the air.

The scariest part is the chest area.

A bloody hole the size of a bowl, from which a large section of stark white bone protruded.

My chest...it's been pierced through!!!

"Quick! Scissors! Hemostats!"

Natasha immediately got into the zone.

She picked up the scissors and quickly cut open Xing's clothes from behind.

however.

The moment the clothes were removed.

Natasha's hand suddenly froze.

"How could this be...?"

Her voice trembled with disbelief.

She picked up the stethoscope and pressed it against Xing's back.

I want to hear my heartbeat.

I want to hear the sound of my lungs breathing.

but……

No.

There was nothing there.

The sound coming from the stethoscope was neither a strong heartbeat nor the sound of airflow through the alveoli.

Rather, it is a kind of...

Empty.

Dead silence.

Even... the echo of some kind of viscous liquid slowly flowing.

Clang.

The stethoscope slipped from Natasha's hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Natasha took a step back, her face pale.

She looked up at Danheng and March 7th.

Those gentle eyes were now filled with...despair.

"doctor……?"

Danheng's heart sank to the bottom.

"How is she?"

Natasha took a deep breath.

She wanted to say something comforting, but her professional ethics as a doctor prevented her from lying.

"...There was no response."

Natasha's voice was extremely hoarse.

"Empty."

"Inside her chest cavity..."

There were no... intact internal organs at all.

"I can't save her..."

"What?!"

On March 7th, her legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground, bursting into tears.

"Then... what should we do..."

Danheng stood still, like a stone statue.

He suddenly remembered the inspection on the train...

empty.

It has no internal organs.

This means that... any conventional medical treatment is ineffective.

The absence of a heartbeat can be reversed.

There are no lung lobes that can be sutured.

This body... is like a broken machine that can no longer be started.

"Crunch."

Dan Heng clenched his fist.

The fingernail pierced the palm, and blood dripped down.

His pupils began to change.

Deep within his originally blue eyes, a faint golden vertical pupil was emerging.

The surrounding air began to become humid.

A faint echo of a dragon's roar could be heard.

"Since...she can't save you..."

Dan Heng lowered his head, his voice seemingly coming from the deepest abyss.

"Then... I'll force you to stay here!"

……

……

At this critical moment.

The scene changes.

Earth.

The scene at a large comic convention in Shanghai.

Noisy.

noisy.

Everywhere you look there are cosplayers dressed in outlandish costumes, and everywhere you hear the sound of camera shutters and laughter.

In an inconspicuous corner of the exhibition hall.

A girl wearing the same outfit as the Star Train Pioneers—

The real "star".

He was furtively looking around.

"It should be here..."

Xing muttered to herself.

She accidentally dropped her limited edition Pam keychain while posing for a photo.

It looks like... it fell into this trash can?

Xing glanced around.

Nobody noticed.

well.

She skillfully lifted the lid of the huge, green trash can.

then.

Without hesitation, he stuck half his body inside.

"Strange...where did it fall...?"

She rummaged through the garbage.

Just then.

"Wow--!!!"

An excited voice suddenly rang out from behind.

"Teacher! You're going to become a star too?!"

Xing was startled and almost dropped the garbage bag in her hand.

She suddenly pulled her head out.

A passerby cosplayer (dressed as March 7th) was looking at her with an expression of adoration, his eyes shining.

"Wow! That's such a perfect recreation!"

Passersby were so excited they stomped their feet.

"They're even rummaging through the trash! It's like they've breathed life into it!"

"Is this what a Trail Blazer's daily life is like?! They're so dedicated!"

"Teacher! Can we take a group photo together?!"

star:"……"

Her hand was still stuck in the trash can.

Half a banana peel was still hanging on it.

Taking it out is not an option.

Putting it back isn't an option either.

This is just too weird!

Xing's face instantly turned red to the roots of her ears.

"that……"

She awkwardly tried to explain.

"I just...lost something..."

"I'm looking for something..."

however.

Before she could finish speaking...

That familiar, damn dizziness struck again.

excruciating pain.

It felt like an axe had split his head open.

"Well……"

The star god's expression hardened.

He rolled his eyes.

In full view of everyone, at this socially embarrassing scene...

She fainted instantly.

"thump."

She collapsed next to the trash can.

Passerby: "???"

The passersby were dumbfounded.

"Is...is this also a recreation?"

"Are all cosplayers this dedicated these days?!"

……

……

The scene returns.

Lower level, Natasha Clinic.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Natasha shook her head regretfully, picked up a white cloth, and prepared to cover Xing's face.

"I'm so sorry..."

"But I must say responsibly..."

"From a human physiological perspective... she's beyond saving."

"Prepare for your funeral."

"don't want!!"

On March 7th, she cried and rushed forward, clutching the white cloth tightly and refusing to let go.

"Don't cover her! She's not dead! She's just asleep!!"

"Sister Natasha, please save her again! Waaaaah..."

the other side.

Dan Heng's aura had reached its peak.

Dragon horns are faintly visible.

We're about to take action.

Just as this river of sorrow was about to overflow, and the dramatic "dragon rescuing people" was about to unfold, it happened.

Sudden.

"Whoosh—!!!"

That "corpse" lying on the hospital bed, already pronounced dead, its body cold.

Without any warning.

Straight up.

He sat up!

It's like a zombie coming back to life in a zombie movie.

The movements were stiff, yet surprisingly fast.

"?!?!?!"

The crying on March 7th stopped abruptly, leaving him standing there dumbfounded, tears and snot still streaming down his face.

The white cloth in Natasha's hand fell to the ground.

Dan Heng's dragon horns, which had just sprouted, were forcibly suppressed.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the person who had suddenly "come back to life."

At this moment.

Inside this broken body.

The main consciousness, which was originally in a "dormant" state—that is, the real star who fainted at the comic convention.

Due to Xing's serious injury.

It's been forced to go live!

Xing suddenly opened her eyes.

Her mind was still stuck on that awkward comic convention scene.

My mind is filled with that admiring look from the passerby and the phrase, "What a perfect recreation!"

What a shame!

This must be explained clearly!

We must salvage our image!

then.

Xing opened her mouth, using all her strength, wanting to loudly defend herself:

"I really didn't rummage through the trash can!!!"

however.

The vocal cords of this body had already been destroyed in the previous battle.

It has mutated into the vocal organs of a monster.

and so.

Under the horrified and bewildered gazes of everyone.

The girl, covered in blood, with broken bones stuck in her back, who had just come back to life.

Facing the air.

A series of high-pitched, rapid, heart-wrenching cries erupted...

"Sizzle—hiss—!!! (Sharp insect chirp)"

"..."

The air freezes.

It has completely solidified.

"A ghost...a ghost!!!"

Sambo immediately knelt down.

After Xing (original consciousness) finished shouting, she felt a little uncomfortable in her throat.

She touched her neck.

Huh?

Why is it so hard?

It looks like it has grown scales?

and also……

This isn't a comic convention, is it?

She looked around.

An absurd thought suddenly popped into her mind.

"I'm back?"

P.S.: The author below mentioned there's a thank-you note inside.

The foreshadowing in Chapter 22 is driving me crazy!

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