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

late at night.

The corridors of the Starry Sky Train were so quiet that only the deep hum of the engine core could be heard.

Danheng did not sleep.

As a train guard, he was unable to sleep after the daytime eating spree that had driven him to the brink of sanity despair.

As soon as you close your eyes.

All I could see in my mind was Xing's expressionless face, and the shocking golden bloodstain around her mouth, cut by the highly poisonous crystal.

"Click, click..."

Dan Heng slammed the reference book shut in frustration.

He stood up, picked up his spear, and decided to take a look around.

Perhaps only the cold corridor could cool down his feverish brain a little.

……

The hallway was dimly lit.

Dan Heng moved lightly, gliding past the tightly closed doors like a ghost.

A soft, sleep-talking sound came from the room on March 7th.

Himeko and Welt's rooms were both quiet.

Everything is normal.

until……

He walked to the end of the corridor, to the door of the room that belonged to the "new passenger".

Dan Heng suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The door... wasn't closed properly.

There was a gap about two fingers wide, like a peering eye, wide open and dark.

"star?"

Dan Heng frowned subconsciously.

It's so late, why isn't she asleep yet?

Or...did something unexpected happen?

Given that physical condition, it wouldn't be surprising if she collapsed at any moment.

An ominous premonition gripped his heart instantly.

Dan Heng remained silent.

He held his breath, extended a finger, and gently and slowly pushed open the door.

"Squeak—"

The door hinges made a very quiet sound as they turned.

With the help of the dim light coming through the corridor, Danheng could see the scene in the room.

then.

He froze completely.

In that instant, the chill rushed from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, causing his hand holding the spear to tremble violently.

nobody.

That large, soft, and comfortable bed covered with clean white sheets...

It's empty.

The quilt was folded neatly, without a single wrinkle.

It was as if no one had ever touched it.

What about people?

Ran?

still is……

"Sizzle—"

A very faint sound, like some kind of viscous liquid being pulled, suddenly came from above.

Dan Heng suddenly raised his head.

My gaze pierced through the dim air and settled on the ceiling in the corner of the room.

The pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

"..."

Breathing stopped.

What a chilling yet strangely divine scene it was!

In the shadows of the ceiling.

Countless black, blood vessel-like energy fibers grew out of the cracks in the wall, intertwining to form a huge, black "cocoon".

And at the center of that net.

That pale girl...

Her ankles were wrapped in black threads, and she was upside down, like a hibernating bat or a pupa hatching...

It was hanging upside down in mid-air.

Her long hair fell down, covering most of her face.

The tattered black trench coat, due to gravity, hung upside down, revealing her back, which was always kept completely hidden...

Danheng saw it clearly.

He finally understood.

Why doesn't she sleep in the bed?

Why would she rather hang in the sky like a monster?

because……

On that once smooth back.

Along the midline of the spine.

A row of stark white, sharp, dagger-like bone spurs is growing wildly...

"Click...click..."

That was the sound of bones piercing flesh.

Because her body was repairing itself, the "reproductive" factors in her body were overactive, causing her bone growth rate to go out of control.

Those bone spurs were too long and too sharp.

If she lies flat on the bed...

Those bone spurs will act like nails, stubbornly held in place by the weight of the body...

Press it back into the body!

It punctured the lung lobe.

Pierce the heart.

Only in this way...

Only by hanging yourself upside down like this, using the pull of gravity to stretch your spine, can you allow those bone spurs to grow outwards without any obstruction...

Only then could she obtain a moment of... "peace".

"..."

Danheng felt as if a piece of red-hot coal was stuck in his throat.

It's dry and painful.

He looked at the upside-down figure.

Watching the black threads dig into her pale ankles, watching the blood beads that had congealed into red amber hanging on the bone spurs.

Is this... her "rest"?

Even lying down on that soft bed... was that a luxury for her?

Even... a form of torture?

"Sizzle—"

It seemed to have noticed the change in light.

The upside-down figure moved slightly.

Xing opened her eyes.

Because of the bloodshot eyes, those golden pupils were filled with red veins, which shone frighteningly brightly in the darkness.

She saw Danheng at the door.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Xing blinked.

This is normal for her.

That's perfectly normal.

My back is a little itchy. My bones are growing, so it's uncomfortable to lie down on, and it'll poke holes all over that nice bed sheet.

Himeko-nee will feel bad about the bed sheets.

Therefore, it's better to hang it up.

It's well-ventilated, cool, and can also stretch your spine, relieving the soreness from bone friction.

Aside from feeling a little dizzy from the blood rushing to the head, it was the perfect sleeping position.

"Hiss... (Can't sleep either?)"

Xing opened her mouth, as if to say hello.

It still emitted that electrical-like static.

She even swayed her body in a friendly manner, swinging in the air like a wind chime.

"..."

Looking at that figure swaying in the air, its body covered in bone spurs.

Danheng's fingers dug deeply into the wood of the door frame.

Has she... become completely numb from this inhuman torture?

"……star."

Danheng murmured the name.

The voice was very soft, yet it carried a tremor that was suppressed to the extreme.

He can't do anything.

As a guard of the train, as a warrior wielding the "Cloud-Striking" spear.

Faced with this kind of ingrained, physiological suffering...

He was actually... powerless.

We could only watch helplessly.

Watching her alone on that black net, enduring the long, dark night of bone growth.

"……Good night."

Dan Heng used all his strength to utter those two words.

then.

He did it slowly, gently...

I closed the door behind her.

"Click".

The door lock clicked shut.

That hellish scene was locked back into darkness.

In the corridor.

Dan Heng leaned against the cold wall and slowly slid down to the ground.

He buried his head deeply in his knees.

The long spear that he never parted with lay alone to one side.

The corridor was deathly silent.

A faint sound came from behind...

An extremely suppressed sob, like a wounded wild animal.

……

inside the room.

Xing looked at the closed door and tilted her head.

"strangeness."

She thought to herself.

"Why do you look so pale? Did you not enjoy your dinner tonight?"

Forget it.

do not care.

It seems like my bones have all grown in.

Xing exerted force from her waist, and the black energy threads contracted like living things, slowly lowering her down.

She stood barefoot on the floor and touched her back with her hand behind her back.

Ok.

Two new thorns have appeared, and they're quite sharp.

Tomorrow we can use it to cut fruit for March to eat.

She nodded in satisfaction, walked to the corner, and curled up on the floor like a cat—it was harder there, so it wouldn't hurt.

Close your eyes.

Time to sleep.

In my dreams... there should be delicious batteries, right?