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

Star Train, Medical Cabin.

"Drip—drip—drip—"

Xing was laid flat on the operating table.

To prevent "secondary injury," Danji and Himeko didn't even dare to hold her down forcefully, but carefully secured her in the restraints.

"We must stop the bleeding first."

Himeko took a deep breath, put on sterile gloves, and picked up the hemostatic spray.

"Bear with it, child, it will hurt a lot."

Himeko gently comforted him, though her hands were trembling slightly.

She pressed the nozzle.

"laugh--"

The cold hemostatic gel was sprayed onto the mangled, broken bone.

Normally, such a potent medicine would cause intense stinging pain when it comes into contact with an open wound.

Himeko was prepared for Hoshi to scream and struggle.

March 7th even covered her ears and buried her head in Walter's (who had just arrived) arms, not daring to look or listen.

however.

one second.

two seconds.

Three seconds passed.

On the operating table, the pale girl didn't even blink.

She simply lay there quietly, her empty golden eyes staring at the shadowless lamp on the ceiling.

It was as if the severed arm being treated wasn't even part of her body.

"...Doesn't it hurt?"

Himeko froze.

She looked at Xing in disbelief.

Hoshi turned her head and looked at Himeko's astonished eyes.

She wanted to say, "It doesn't hurt."

It really doesn't hurt.

It even feels a little...cool, which is quite comfortable.

She opened her mouth.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

It was that creepy electrical noise again.

Xing shut her mouth.

Forget it.

Don't scare them.

She tried to force a smile, wanting to give a "thank you" look.

But because the facial muscles are somewhat stiff, the smile looks...

Utterly tragic.

It's like a broken smile, forced upon someone in extreme pain, trying to comfort them.

"..."

Himeko's eyes instantly reddened.

She turned around abruptly, her back to the operating table, her shoulders trembling violently.

"This child..."

Himeko's voice choked with emotion.

"She was even... smiling at us..."

Was she trying to comfort us?

Walter pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the light under the operating lamp, obscuring the deep sorrow in his eyes.

He walked to the control panel and his fingers flew across the keyboard.

"A full-body scan is necessary immediately."

Walter's voice was deep and serious.

"Her body structure... is very abnormal. Those bone spurs, and this blood... we need to know exactly what kind of injury she suffered."

"Scanning begins."

A pale blue beam of light slowly descended from above the operating table.

From the top of the head, down to the neck, and then to the slightly rising and falling chest.

On the holographic screen, a diagram of the star's internal structure began to be constructed.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the screen.

Even March 7th, which they had never dared to look at, was secretly peeked through their fingers.

The beam of light swept across the head.

Brain structure: Normal.

[Nervous system: Abnormally active.]

The beam of light continued downwards.

It swept across the neck.

Vocal cords: Severely damaged. The tissue has degenerated into... a sound-producing membrane? (Similar to an insect)

"Oh my god..." Himeko covered her mouth.

The beam of light swept across the chest cavity.

The area that should have shown the heart, lungs, and ribs...

At this moment.

What was displayed on the screen, however, was a scene of...

Suffocating, chaotic, writhing...

black.

"What...what is this?!"

March 7th screamed in terror.

In that holographic perspective view.

Inside the star's thoracic and abdominal cavities...

It has no stomach.

It has no lungs.

There is no intestine.

Even the heart was covered by layers of black substance, making its original appearance impossible to discern.

Those are not human internal organs at all!

It was a mass of... densely packed black energy fibers, like ten thousand snakes intertwined together!

There were also countless dark red, frantically writhing fleshy buds!

They filled every inch of her body, like a...living insect nest!

Right in the center of that disgusting mass of "internal organs".

At the location of that spine.

A...

The bone sword, which was not yet fully formed and looked like some kind of weapon embryo, was like a giant parasite, clinging to her spine!

The hilt of the sword is connected to the coccyx, and the tip of the sword points directly at the back of the head!

That sword...

It is absorbing nutrients from her body and is growing little by little!

"vomit……"

On March 7th, she couldn't hold back any longer. She covered her mouth and rushed out of the medical room, where she could hear violent retching sounds.

Himeko's legs went weak, and she barely managed to stand by holding onto the control panel.

Her face was ashen.

"What...what is this...?"

"Is this even human...?"

"To accommodate that sword..."

Walter stared intently at the screen, his voice hoarse as if it contained grit.

"In order to provide this body with that terrifying regenerative energy..."

"Her internal organs...were all removed."

"Or rather..."

Walter looked up at the quiet girl on the operating table.

His eyes were filled with a mixture of...extreme pity and anger.

"She was transformed into a...living...weapon rack."

"Those black fibers replaced her organs, sustaining her life while simultaneously... draining it from her life."

"Every minute, every second..."

"She was going through... hell... where her internal organs were being devoured and reassembled."

Dead silence.

A deathly silence.

Danheng stood beside the operating table.

He looked at the stars.

Looking at her flat stomach, and at her chest rising and falling slightly with her breath.

original……

Inside...

Is it all empty?

Are they all... those monster-like things?

"……star."

Dan Heng reached out, wanting to touch her face, but stopped in mid-air.

He fears.

He feared that if he touched her, this girl, who had already been tortured and riddled with wounds, would shatter completely like a porcelain doll.

"you……"

Dan Heng's voice was trembling.

"What... happened to you...?"

On the operating table.

Xing blinked.

She looked at the shadowless lamp above her head, then at the holographic screen next to her.

Oh.

Is that a diagram of my body?

Xing turned her face away, somewhat embarrassed.

"Oh dear, you've been seen naked."

She muttered to herself.

"That's really ugly."

"Those black fibers... must be the energy converters of the [Martyr System], right?"

"After all, I can't eat, so I can only rely on these things to convert energy."

"And that bone sword..."

Xing felt the heavy, hard sensation on his back.

"They're still growing, so it's a bit crowded."

No wonder I've been feeling tightness in my chest lately.

She wanted to explain.

Let me tell you, it's not that scary. It's just... uh, a biopunk-style cybernetic modification?

Although the design is a bit unconventional, the functionality is still very powerful!

As long as it eats some battery or engine oil, it will be able to jump around and be lively again!

Xing turned her head, wanting to try again to see if she could make a human sound.

"Sizzle—"

Before she could even speak.

A warm hand, carrying a faint scent of coffee, gently covered her eyes.

It's Himeko.

Himeko walked over at some point.

She blocked Xing's view and also blocked the blinding operating light.

"Stop looking, child."

Himeko's voice was very soft and gentle.

Yet it carried a tremor that... made one want to cry.

Don't look at that screen.

"Don't... force yourself to speak."

Himeko gently grasped Hoshi's intact right hand with her other hand.

"We understand."

"We know."

"Are you tired?"

Himeko was like she was coaxing a wronged child to sleep.

"Take a nap."

"This is the Star Train."

"It's safe here."

"No one will hurt you anymore."

"No one... will use you as a weapon anymore."

Xing felt the warmth of the hand on her eyes.

And there was that deep, overwhelming heartache in Himeko's voice.

"?"

Xing was a little confused.

Although it feels quite comfortable to have my eyes covered.

but……

Am I not tired?

I just woke up!

And my arm was just broken, and it's currently regrowing. That tingling, numb feeling... it's a little itchy, and I want to scratch it.

"Hmm... (Let me scratch it)"

Xing let out a muffled groan, twisted her body, and tried to break free of the restraints to grab her elbow.

"Don't move!!"

Danheng and Walter rushed forward at the same time and grabbed her shoulders.

"She's struggling!"

Walter yelled, "Those granulation tissues are moving! Does it hurt?! Sedatives! Quick!"

"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!"

Dan Heng held her down tightly, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Just bear with it! The pain will stop soon!"

"I……"

Xing was in despair.

It doesn't hurt!

It's itchy!

It's so itchy when the bone grows out!

Can you let me scratch it?!

however.

In the eyes of everyone.

The scene changed to—

The girl writhed in pain on the operating table, making mournful chirping sounds in her throat as she tried to scratch at the bloody, mangled wound.

She is in pain.

Anxious.

"Give her a sedative! The maximum dose!"

Walter's voice was trembling.

"Let her... fall asleep."

"At least in my dreams..."

"...It won't hurt that much."

A cold injection of medicine was injected into the vein.

Xing felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

Consciousness began to fade.

Before she fell completely asleep, one last thought flashed through her mind:

"...It's over."

"This is a huge misunderstanding."

"I really... just wanted to scratch an itch..."