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

Inside the medical pod.

March 7th was helped to a chair to the side, still dry heaving, her little face pale.

Dan Heng stood beside the operating table, holding a bottle of highly concentrated repair fluid, his hands trembling like a Parkinson's patient.

And the protagonist of this "tragedy"—

star.

He sat innocently on the operating table, his right hand pressing on the piece of bone that had just been "reinserted" into his left hand, and was...

Adjust the position?

"Crunch... crunch..."

The sickening sound of bones grinding together echoed in the quiet room.

It's like tightening a rusty screw.

Xing lowered her head, her expression focused.

She felt that the angle was not quite right, and it was a little crooked when she inserted it back, which might affect the smoothness of her sword swings in the future.

then.

She gripped the exposed end of the bone with a blank expression.

Twist it to the left.

Twist it to the right.

Until a crisp "click" was heard, the bone got stuck in the joint socket.

"Sizzle—"

Dark red flesh buds instantly gushed from the wound, like countless greedy little snakes, frantically coiling around that pale white bone.

They are growing.

In healing.

That tingling, numb sensation felt like tens of thousands of ants crawling inside my bones.

"hiss……"

Xing frowned.

It's so itchy.

It's so itchy.

She instinctively reached out to scratch the healing wound.

"Don't move!!"

A furious shout.

Dan Heng practically lunged forward and grabbed Xing's right hand.

His strength was astonishing; his knuckles turned white from clenching his fists.

"What...what are you doing?!"

Dan Heng's voice trembled, and his usually calm and clear blue eyes were now bloodshot.

"How long are you going to torture yourself like this?!"

"I just put it back in... and now I have to pull it out again?!"

Xing was stunned.

She looked at Danheng's face, so close to hers, a face filled with anger and...fear.

Pull it out?

Nothing.

I just wanted to scratch an itch.

"Itchy... (Itchy.)"

Xing opened his mouth, and a static-like sound came from his throat.

She pointed to her wound and then made a "scratching" motion.

"No...you can't grab him...don't hurt yourself anymore..."

Danheng felt his heart pounding.

He held Xing's hand tightly, turned and shouted at Natasha (a doctor temporarily assigned to support the space station's medical department) who had just entered:

"Anesthetic! Quickly!"

"Give her general anesthesia!"

Natasha is a very experienced doctor.

But when she saw Xing's arm that had been "inserted back" and the frantically growing buds, the tray in her hand still fell to the ground with a "clatter".

"What... what kind of healing speed is this?!"

Natasha stepped forward in shock, wanting to check the wound.

"Don't touch it!"

Dan Heng stood in front, his eyes fierce like a lone wolf protecting its cubs.

"Give her anesthesia first! She's in pain! She's going crazy!"

Natasha snapped out of her daze, looked at Xing's "grimacing" (actually, she was itchy and uncomfortable) expression, and immediately nodded.

"Okay! Coming right away!"

She pulled out a maximum dose of sedative and an anesthetic injection from the first aid kit.

The cold needle gleamed with a chilling light.

Xing looked at the needle.

It looks familiar.

I received an injection on the train before.

"Um...is that alright?"

Xing muttered to herself.

The anesthetic was completely ineffective on her!

Her pain receptors had long been blocked or severed by the [Martyr System].

Applying this stuff only made her feel sleepy; it didn't relieve the itching at all!

and……

What a waste!

These are medical supplies!

Xing shook her head.

She tried to pull her hand away from Danheng's, indicating her refusal.

"Hiss—(Don't hit me.)"

She emitted a protesting insect chirp.

"Hold her down!"

Danheng mistakenly thought that she was in great pain and resisting, and shouted loudly.

Although her legs were still weak on March 7th, she rushed over with tears in her eyes and hugged Xing tightly around the waist.

"Xing! Be good! The pain won't hurt after the shot!"

"Waaaah... Please, please don't move..."

star:"……"

No.

Let me explain!

I really don't feel any pain!

I'm itchy!

It's like the itch of having your soles tickled a hundred times!

You won't let me scratch, fine, but you insist on giving me a shot?!

"Pfft."

Before Xing could struggle free.

The cold needle had already pierced her jugular vein.

The medicine is propelled.

A cool sensation spread throughout my body along my blood vessels.

Xing felt her eyelids suddenly become incredibly heavy.

The itching sensation did not disappear; instead, it became clearer and more unbearable due to the blurring of consciousness.

It's like being tickled through a thick blanket.

The more you scratch, the itchier it gets.

"Well……"

Xing let out a muffled groan of resentment.

Her hand fell limply to her side.

One second before completely losing consciousness.

She was still thinking:

When I wake up...

That damn wound absolutely must be fixed...

Scratch it all!

……

Xing finally calmed down and collapsed on the operating table.

Dan Heng let out a long breath, feeling completely exhausted, and slid down against the wall.

His back was soaked with cold sweat.

"That's...that's terrifying..."

On March 7th, wiping away tears, she looked at the sleeping Xing.

Even in her sleep, the girl's brows remained tightly furrowed, and her body would occasionally twitch due to muscle memory.

"What kind of life did she lead before?"

March 7th asked, choking back tears.

"My bone is broken... I'll put it back in place myself."

"The pain was unbearable... but they refused to have anesthesia."

"Is she...is she trying to save money? Or...is she just used to it?"

Natasha is treating Xing's wounds.

She looked at the black energy fibers and the abnormally fast healing process, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"Her physical structure..."

Natasha said in a low voice, her tone serious.

"Completely transformed."

"The pain receptors seem to have been severed by some force, but the physiological pain response is still present."

"In other words..."

Natasha looked up at Danheng and March 7.

"She can't feel the concept of 'pain'."

"But her body...every muscle, every nerve, was enduring hellish torment."

"This is a punishment that is more cruel than pain."

"Living... is a form of torture in itself."

These words struck everyone's hearts like a boulder.

Danheng closed his eyes.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh.

"Star Core Hunter..."

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out those four words.

"Kafka...that woman..."

"How could they turn a living, breathing person... into this... inhuman monster?"

(Kafka: ???)

anger.

An unprecedented rage burned within Danheng's chest.

He swore.

No matter what happened in the past.

starting today.

On this train.

Even a single strand of hair...

He wouldn't allow... anyone to hurt her again.

Even she herself... wouldn't do it!

……

Just then.

The door to the medical pod opened again.

Himeko walked in.

She was holding a bowl of freshly cooked, steaming hot soup...

Liquid food.

That was something Walter had painstakingly compiled by scouring the think tank and combining it with data provided by the Black Tower—

【High-energy mineral nutrient solution】.

The ingredients include: rift dust extract, liquid metal, and a small amount of high-purity ether.

It looks like a bowl of glowing cement.

It smells...like burnt electrical wire.

"Is she awake?"

Himeko asked softly, her eyes filled with heartache.

"He just fell asleep." Dan Heng stood up. "That was...?"

"food."

Himeko looked at the "cement" in the bowl and gave a bitter smile.

"Walter said...only this can fill the void in her body."

"When she wakes up..."

Even if it's just coaxing, even if it's just lying...

"You have to make her...eat it too."

On March 7th, he looked at the bowl of food and then at Xing, who was unconscious on the bed.

She suddenly realized.

This world... is so cruel.

Do we even have to eat this kind of thing to eat?

"I will feed her."

On March 7th, she wiped away her tears and walked away.

"From now on... I'll feed her."

The girl's eyes became more determined than ever before.

"No matter how awful it tastes...no matter how painful it is..."

"We...will all be with her."