Collapse Iron: I just transmigrated! You want me to save the Black Tower?!

"This is...this is real..."

He watched it three times, and each time he felt his understanding was being overturned.

What is the connection between hunting and breeding?

Is the Fairy Ship the source of the global locust plague?

And that hammer blow... wasn't that the King of Amber? That was definitely the King of Amber!

His phone rang immediately; it was the board of directors.

"Diamond, did you see that video?" It was Ya Po Li, the head of the technology research and development department and a member of the board of directors.

"I saw it."

What do you think?

"I'll sit and watch."

Diamond stared at the image, not looking away.

"I think we should contact Director Shi Jin immediately. He's the Guardian of the Storage Order, someone personally approved by the Amber King, and the Amber King himself was involved in this footage..."

"What does this mean? It means that this matter is also closely related to the star god we believe in."

There was a two-second silence on the other end.

"Let's have a meeting. It's been a long time since our board members have formally gathered together."

Diamond responded and hung up the call.

It wasn't a meeting of the executives, but a meeting of the board of directors. He and Oswaldo Schneider were both considered alternates, but they were surprised to be called in as well.

This clearly demonstrates how much the company values ​​this genius named Shi Jin.

Although it was called a meeting, there were almost no board members within the company who held dissenting opinions.

Even those who usually don't get along are now in harmony.

A genius from the Genius Club, spotted by Amber King at the company headquarters, has been holding a nominal supervisor position at Interstellar Peace Corporation.

No matter how you look at it, they're all on our side, right?

Not to mention the Amber King's hammer blow in the video...

That was practically a beacon guiding the Interstellar Peace Corporation forward!

With their leader leading the charge, how could they, as fervent followers of the Amber King, possibly stand against Him?!

"Then contact Lord Shi Jin. If you need to attack the Immortal Ship, the company is willing to provide full assistance!"

"All for the Amber King!"

Without hesitation, they directly found Jiang Jiu's contact information, then one, two, three...

They all didn't read or reply.

Side Story (Part 3) - Empathic Doll

"What are you doing?"

Hei Ta sat on the balcony, watching Jiang Jiu fiddling with something.

Jiang Jiu thought for a moment, put down what he was holding, walked to Hei Ta's side, gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and buried his head in her hair.

Black Tower raised an eyebrow: "Get up, it itches."

"No, I want to hug you for a while."

Hei Ta couldn't persuade him otherwise, so he sighed helplessly, looking like he had no way to deal with Jiang Jiu.

Although she didn't dislike Jiang Jiu's behavior at all.

On the contrary... she liked it very much.

She changed the subject, raised her chin to indicate what Jiang Jiu had been fiddling with, and asked, "What were you doing just now?"

"I also want to make a little doll and put it by your side."

Jiang Jiu nudged her and said softly.

Black Tower raised an eyebrow: "Judging from your tone, it didn't work?"

Jiang Jiu did not answer.

Black Tower was delighted.

"What's wrong? Did you run into some problem? How could something stump our family's genius?"

She turned her head and tapped Jiang Jiu's forehead with her finger: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Jiu lay limply against Hei Ta, his voice muffled: "I want to see you all the time too. My little girlfriend is so beautiful, what if someone else steals her away... Where will I go to cry..."

I'm not interested in anyone else.

"What if?"

"There's no 'what if'."

Black Tower spoke with unwavering certainty, without the slightest hesitation.

Jiang Jiu gave a soft "Mmm": "Mmm, I'm scared too."

"If you like me so much, why don't you watch over me and stay by my side all the time?"

Jiang Jiu didn't say anything, but buried his face even deeper into Hei Ta's hair.

Black Tower tilted his head and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

This reaction...isn't right.

Based on her understanding of Jiang Jiu, if it really was just a "failure," he would at most purse his lips and say something like "try again tomorrow."

Moreover, Jiang Jiu wasn't that arrogant; asking for advice wasn't something he found difficult to ask.

No matter what, it would never be like this, with him holding her tightly and remaining suspiciously silent.

But she didn't ask any further questions.

One of the unspoken understandings of geniuses is to give each other some privacy.

Anyway, she'll find out what she wants to know sooner or later.

“Alright,” she turned back, her gaze returning to the starry sky outside the balcony, her tone languid, “then show it to me when you’re done. I want to see how much of my Black Tower doll’s charm your little doll has.”

Jiang Jiu gave a muffled "hmm" and tightened his arms around her waist.

We cuddled together for a little while longer.

Hei Ta finally got annoyed. She broke free from Jiang Jiu's hand, got up, walked to the lab table, and glanced at the exquisitely crafted doll that was casually placed there.

It was a miniature version of himself, about the size of a palm, and exquisitely crafted.

The doll has short black hair, clear facial features, and wears a miniature dark coat with clearly visible folds and textures. The drooping of its hair even carries a sense of its own languor.

The only difference is the hair color.

Hei Ta took it, looked at it over and over, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Isn't this alright?" She poked the little doll's face with her fingertip. "It's a bit better than I expected. At least it didn't turn into a complete mess."

Jiang Jiu hummed in agreement, his gaze falling on the movement of her fingertips, his body stiffening slightly.

Black Tower fiddled with the little doll from side to side and asked, "What's wrong with your hair color? Black hair seems to suit you better."

She didn't ask why the little doll's hair was black.

Instead, they asked why Jiang Jiu's hair color was grayish-white.

Jiang Jiu paused for two seconds, then smiled helplessly.

"Hmm...don't you think the new hair color looks cool?"

"Handsome? Of course, anyone I've set my sights on must be good-looking," Black Tower said proudly.

"That doll..."

"What's wrong with the doll?" Hei Ta pinched the little doll's face and compared it with Jiang Jiu. "It's fine. I thought you hadn't figured it out or had failed because of your previous performance."

"...There's a small bug somewhere, but it's not a big problem. I'll fix it later." He wanted to take the doll back, but Black Tower pulled it back, refusing to give it to him.

"We'll talk about that later." Black Tower took the doll back into his palm and squeezed it gently. "It's mine now."

She didn't notice that Jiang Jiu's eyelashes trembled slightly the moment she clenched her fist.

“Well… take your time looking at it,” Jiang Jiu took a step back. “I have some things to take care of, so I’ll go and deal with them first.”

He turned and left as soon as he finished speaking, walking much faster than usual.

Hei Ta raised an eyebrow, didn't think much of it, casually placed Xiao Jiangjiu on the small round table on the balcony, and continued reading her research report.

Half an hour later.

After finishing processing the data at hand, Heita picked up the small doll on the table out of boredom and began to fidget with it.

The texture is nice; it feels soft and slightly warm, as if it has a temperature.

She does have some of the style of her dolls.

She pinched the little figure's arm and poked its belly, finding it surprisingly pleasant to the touch.

"You put a lot of effort into it." She muttered to herself, turning Xiao Jiangjiu over to examine the pattern on the back of his clothes.

Then she noticed a detail...

The little doll's hands are slightly clenched, as if it's holding something.

Curious, she pried open the little fist and found it was empty.

"Nothing at all?"

She muttered to herself, her fingertips tracing the little figure's outstretched palm upwards, casually brushing against its wrist and forearm...

"—!"

A very faint inhalation came from behind.