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

late at night.

The corridors of the Goethe Hotel were so quiet that the only sound was the slight creaking of the old wooden floorboards.

Xing was lying on the big bed in the room.

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling.

Can't sleep.

Can't sleep at all.

When I close my eyes, all I see is that dark oil drum and the lingering smell of gasoline in my mouth.

"What a tragedy..."

Xing wailed inwardly.

"I've never suffered like this in my entire life."

"Tomorrow... I'm not going to have to eat stones again tomorrow, am I?"

"How about... we sneak out now?"

"Catch up when we go to the upper area."

She became increasingly convinced that the plan was feasible.

Just as she was preparing to take action and sneak out.

"Bang--!!!"

A loud bang.

The door swung open as if hit by a cannonball, slamming against the wall with a scream.

"?!"

Xing was so startled that she jumped right out of bed.

"Hiss!" (What happened?)

She looked toward the doorway in horror.

All I saw was...

Two figures stood at the door.

Danheng.

He carried a huge, rusty iron hammer in one hand and a heavy toolbox in the other.

His face was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

And March 7th.

She followed behind Danheng, clutching a pillow in her arms, her face full of reluctance.

"You...you all..."

Xing huddled under the covers, shivering.

"March."

Dan Heng ignored Xing's gaze and simply shouted coldly.

"Hold her down."

"Huh? Oh!"

March 7 gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and pounced!

"Hoshi! I'm so sorry!"

March 7th shouted as he tightly hugged Xing's waist and pressed her back onto the bed.

"You...you have to bear with it! I'm doing this for your own good!"

"Don't blame me! At worst... at worst you can yell at me when we get back! You can even hit me a couple of times!"

"Zzz?! (What are you doing?!)"

Xing struggled desperately, making terrified chirping sounds in its throat.

Help!

Is this some kind of humiliating play?!

Let me go in March!

How can you be so strong?!

Xing could only watch helplessly as Dan Heng rose.

That usually aloof guard.

now.

She was walking step by step to the bedside.

He opened the black toolbox.

"Click".

He pulled it out of there...

A huge pair of stainless steel gloves, with a large buckle at the wrist.

It looks like a medieval torture device.

"..."

Xing was stunned.

She looked at the gloves, then at the hammer in Danheng's hand.

A very ominous premonition welled up in my heart.

"Um...brother..."

Xing screamed wildly in her heart.

"Let's talk this out! Put the hammer down first!"

"I... I won't run anymore, okay?!"

Dan Heng remained silent.

He stared at Xing expressionlessly, his eyes filled with an almost obsessive determination.

"I can't... let you hurt yourself anymore."

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

"That kind of thing during the day... once is enough."

"Since you can't control your hands..."

"Since you're willing to pull your own bones out at any time..."

"Then..."

Dan Heng took a deep breath.

He suddenly grabbed Xing's left hand and forced it into the cold iron glove.

"...Then don't blame me."

"Snap!"

The latch is engaged.

But this is not enough.

Dan Heng raised the iron hammer in his hand.

Align it with the rivets at the wrist of the glove used for reinforcement.

"bite--!!"

One blow from the hammer.

Sparks flew everywhere.

"Jingle bells—!!"

The sound of a hammer striking metal was particularly jarring in the quiet night.

What is Danheng doing?

He is...

Welded shut.

He used physical means to completely flatten the clasp of the glove, making it impossible to open again!

"Sizzle—!!!"

Xing looked at her hand, which was "sealed" inside the metal lump, and completely broke down.

Are you serious?!

Are those gloves?! Those are shackles!

Am I a prisoner?

"Don't move! There's still this one!"

Dan Heng gave her no chance to catch her breath.

Then came another series of clanging sounds as blacksmiths struck their weapons.

Xing's right hand was also gloriously sealed.

Two hands.

They turned into two heavy iron hammers.

Xing tried raising her hand.

It's so heavy.

It weighs at least five pounds.

Forget about pulling out bones, now even scratching an itch is a struggle!

"Done."

"Now... you're safe."

"..."

Xing wanted to cry but had no tears.

Safety?

Is this what you call safe?

This is called being disabled, okay?!

She can't even hold chopsticks anymore!

No way! I'm protesting!

This is a serious violation of human rights!

Xing turned her head and frantically searched on the bedside table.

found it!

Her "talking contraption"—that little wooden board—and a new charcoal stick.

Unfortunately, the matter hasn't been resolved by March 7th yet.

Stars can only be like insects.

Cocoon~

Cocoon~

I moved closer.

then.

She lowered her head.

Use your mouth.

That's right, holding the charcoal stick in his mouth.

Like a woodpecker, he wrote a line of large characters crookedly on the wooden board:

This was truly an accident!!!

I'm not crazy!

I promise I will never hurt myself again!

【Get this off, you bastard!!!】

Finished.

She held the wooden board in her mouth, staring longingly at Danheng.

His eyes were filled with sincerity and pleading.

Trust me!

Trust me this once!

I really just wanted to grab the baseball bat!

however.

Dan Heng merely glanced coldly at the words on the wooden board.

His eyes showed no emotion.

It even carried a hint of... "I knew you'd say that" in its cold laughter.

"Accident?"

Dan Heng pointed to Xing's back.

"Last time you fell, you said it was an accident."

"The last time we extracted bones on the space station, you also said it was an accident."

"Was this rib removal... also an accident?"

Dan Heng took a step closer, and the oppressive feeling made Xing involuntarily shrink back.

Don't listen to her excuses.

Danheng turned to March 7th and said.

"In March, break the pen..."

"Huh?" March 7th was taken aback.

"Break it off."

Don't give her a chance to argue!

Dan Heng repeated it, his tone icy.

"She says that every time."

"And the result?"

"Each injury is more severe than the last. Each time I go mad."

"This time it's the coccyx..."

"What about next time?"

"Is she going to pull her entire spine out next time to entertain us?!"

"..."

Xing choked.

No... am I crazy?

"March!" Danheng urged.

Looking at Xing's pitiful appearance, March 7th felt a little sorry for her.

But the thought of Bai Tianxing covered in blood came to mind.

She gritted her teeth.

"I'm sorry, Hoshi!"

March 7th nodded heavily, adopting an air of righteous indignation even at the cost of family ties.

"Danheng is right!"

"I can't indulge you anymore!"

She rushed over and snatched the charcoal stick from Xing's mouth.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The carbon strip broke in two.

Then, on March 7th, he casually threw it into the trash can.

"..."

Xing was stunned.

The only means of making a sound... is gone too.

Now he's completely mute.

"Sizzle—! (This is bullying! This is abuse!)"

Xing paced anxiously on the bed, waving her two large iron hands and making angry insect-like noises.

however.

In Danheng and March 7th's eyes.

This is just her "impotent rage".

"it's useless."

Dan Heng looked at her, his eyes seeming to see right through her.

"Your hand will absolutely not open until you get back on the train."

"As for daily life..."

Danheng glanced at March 7th.

"In March, during this period... you will be fully responsible for taking care of her."

"Eating, drinking, even..."

Dan Heng paused for a moment.

"...You have to keep an eye on me even when I go to the toilet."

"We must ensure... she is not out of supervision for even a second."

"Roger that!" March 7th saluted. "Mission accomplished!"

star:"……"

despair.

Utter despair.

Unable to speak.

Unable to eat (cannot hold food in hands).

Now even going to the toilet is being watched.

Go to bed early.

Danheng picked up his toolbox and turned to leave.

"We're going to fight in the upper district again tomorrow."

"Take good care of your mental health."

"Bang."

The door was closed.

Only Xing remained, holding up two large iron hands, bewildered in the darkness.

……

……

The next morning.

The wind and snow continue.

The entrance to the Goethe Hotel.

"Set off!"

Seele carried her scythe, full of vigor and confidence.

Bronya straightened her uniform, her expression resolute.

"Where... is Xing?"

Oleg looked around. "Why haven't they come out yet?"

Just then.

A figure slowly emerged from the restaurant's main entrance.

A coat that was wrapped up tightly.

A heavy scarf.

as well as……

Those two hands hanging down at her sides, making a clattering sound with every step...

Giant iron gauntlet.

Xing stood expressionless in front of everyone.

"this……"

Seele's eyes widened. "Is this some kind of new weapon?"

"No."

Dan Heng walked over and explained calmly.

"This is... a safety device."

next to.

March 7th was squatting on a large rock, holding a huge stone bowl in his hand.

"Come on, come on, breakfast is ready!"

On March 7th, they waved spoons and enthusiastically greeted the stars.

Xing mechanically turned his head.

Look at that bowl.

in……

It was a pile of reddish-brown ore slag that had been smashed into powder by a hammer.

It was mixed with thick, black industrial oil.

It was stirred into a kind of...

It looks like a strange paste-like substance, like "magma mixed with cement".

"This was made especially for you!"

March 7th had a look on his face that seemed to be asking for praise.

"Ground marrow powder is easier to digest! Engine oil lubricates the esophagus!"

"Danheng said this is called... a balanced diet!"

"Come on, open your mouth—"

A large spoonful of dark red and black paste was brought to Xing's lips.

"..."

Xing looked at the spoonful of "breakfast".

He looked again at his hands, which were locked up.

The corner of her eye.

Finally, two lines of clear tears flowed down her cheeks.

She turned her head.

He picked up a spare pen from the ground next to him with his mouth (he had just picked it up).

On the small wooden board hanging around the neck.

He wrote a line in an extremely indignant and hastily written hand:

【or……】

You should have Himeko make me a cup of coffee.

Thinking about it now...

That stuff...it doesn't taste that bad.

……

……

at the same time.

Earth, Shanghai, a high-end coffee shop.

The sun shines brightly, and life is peaceful.

A young girl in a gray jacket elegantly picked up a cup of hand-drip Blue Mountain coffee and took a small sip.

That is... a war-damaged star (consciousness).

At this moment, she is inside the original star's body, enjoying the beauty of life.

"Hmm... these beans are good."

She squinted her eyes in enjoyment.

Put down the cup.

"Let's calculate the time..."

The battle-damaged star muttered to himself, a playful smile curving his lips.

"My time in that world... shouldn't it be almost time for me to have my final battle with the Great Guardian?"

"hehe."

She gave a self-deprecating laugh and shook her head.

"What am I worried about?"

"That guy... is using 'my' body."

"That body... was created for 'destruction'."

"Just pull out a little more bone."

"Hmm... a few dozen, I guess."

A chilling madness flashed in her eyes.

"That girl named Cocolia..."

"... grind into cocoa powder."

"It should be... quite easy, right?"

P.S.: This is a long chapter of 3400 words ᶘ ᵒᴥᵒᶅ, it took me a while to write.

I'll write a thank-you note later.