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

"Well……"

March 7th let out a painful groan.

My head hurts so much.

She was the first to fall in the battle against Cocolia.

She had no idea what happened after that.

It wasn't until Himeko carried him into the tent and treated him for a while that he slowly woke up.

"Where am I? Am I dreaming? Why do I smell coffee...?"

I opened my eyes groggily on March 7th.

The vision gradually became clearer from blurry.

The first thing I saw was a familiar strand of red hair.

"...Himeko-nee?"

On March 7th, he spoke weakly.

She found herself lying in Himeko's arms.

Himeko was holding her, and those golden eyes that usually held an elegant smile were now bloodshot, with tear stains still wet at the corners.

"woke up?"

Himeko's voice was incredibly hoarse.

"It's good that you're awake...it's good that you're awake..."

"I'm relieved that you're awake."

She hugged March 7 tightly, so tightly that it hurt March 7 a little.

"Himeko-nee... what brings you here?"

March 7th looked around somewhat blankly.

"I remember, wasn't I fighting Cocolia?"

"So, did we... win?"

How is everyone doing?

Himeko's body stiffened for a moment.

She remained silent for a long time.

then.

She forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace and gently patted March 7th's back.

"It's alright, March."

"It's all over now."

"The matter of the star core... has been resolved."

"You're badly injured, so focus on recovering... Don't think about anything else."

"..."

March 7th was stunned.

Not right.

This atmosphere is really strange.

If we win, shouldn't everyone be cheering?

If they had won, shouldn't that taciturn Dan Heng be leaning against the wall, looking cool?

And that guy Xing...

Shouldn't she be protesting what Danheng did to him?

She'll definitely tell Himeko.

It definitely will.

After all, Danheng and I had "abused" her quite a bit when we were in the lower district.

but……

Why... is it so quiet?

It was so quiet...it was frightening.

A chilling sensation instantly crept up my spine and spread throughout my body.

March 7th abruptly pushed Himeko away and struggled to sit up.

"Don't scare me... Sister Himeko..."

Her voice began to tremble, and it started to sob.

"What on earth happened?!"

"How is everyone doing?!"

"Where's Danheng?! Is he alright?!"

"And Xing!! Before I lost consciousness... I saw Xing being..."

I dared not continue talking about March 7th.

The last image flashed through her mind—Xing was nailed to the wall, covered in blood, yet still smiling at the monster.

Tell me!

"Is everyone alright?!"

"Them! Are they receiving treatment elsewhere?"

Himeko turned her head away, unable to look into the girl's clear yet fear-filled eyes.

"Danheng is alright..."

Himeko spoke with difficulty.

"He just... collapsed from exhaustion. Walter is taking care of him."

"What about the star?!"

March 7th gripped Himeko's sleeve tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

"Where's the star?!"

Himeko remained silent.

It was a deathly silence.

"..."

March 7th's hand loosened weakly.

Her heart sank suddenly, sinking into an abyss.

"No……"

The girl shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I don't believe it..."

She shoved aside Himeko, who tried to stop her, and stumbled off the makeshift hospital bed.

"I'm going to find her!"

"She's probably sleeping somewhere... or she's rummaging through the trash again..."

"She's so amazing..."

"Even Cocolia is no match for her!"

"How could anything be wrong..."

On March 7th, he staggered out of the tent.

……

……

Outside the tent

The wind and snow continue.

A vast expanse of white, so bright it stung the eyes.

And on that cleared-out open space.

There was a small, lonely one...

"Snowbag".

It was covered with a clean white sheet.

It rustled and sputtered in the cold wind.

"..."

March 7th's steps suddenly came to a halt.

What is that...?

Whose "sheets" are those?

A tremendous, suffocating fear.

They surrounded her instantly.

It was like an invisible hand gripping her throat tightly, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Ha ha……"

"ha……"

March 7th clutched his chest, panting heavily.

She didn't want to go there.

She wanted to turn around and run away.

As long as you don't look, as long as you don't lift that cloth, nothing happens, right?

but.

Her feet, however, seemed to have a mind of their own.

step.

step.

They moved toward the white mound.

Each step made a "crunch, crunch" sound as it hit the snow.

Every step felt like stepping on her own heart.

So light.

So slow.

They were afraid of... waking up the people sleeping below.

What was once a mere ten meters or so has now been stretched infinitely long.

It seemed to have no end.

"It's okay... I must have seen it wrong..."

March 7th walked along, muttering to himself nervously.

"This must be a prank by that bastard Sambo..."

"Once I lift the cloth, it'll definitely be empty inside..."

"Or maybe they put a big rock there to scare me..."

"That must be it..."

"I'm going to take Xing and Danheng with me in a bit, and give him a good beating!"

"Yes, it must be Sambo's prank."

Just as she walked a few meters away from the white cloth.

Clang.

It seemed as if her toe had kicked something hard.

On the seventh day of the third month, he bowed his head.

That instant.

She felt as if her soul had been emptied out.

In the snow.

It was half-buried in ice shards.

Lying there quietly...

One... severed arm.

That was a left hand.

On that hand, there was also a...

Huge, heavy, with a cold, metallic sheen...

Stainless steel gloves.

The rivet on the wrist was smashed flat.

That is……

She watched with her own eyes as Dan Heng, hammering away, welded the marks shut to protect that fool!

She even personally assured that the fool that from now on, she and Danheng would be responsible for his safety.

Hehe, they'll be in charge.

"..."