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

That makes perfect sense.

“Alright, I’ll go with you,” Black Tower said quite naturally.

Jiang Jiu was taken aback for a moment: "...Should we just forget about it?"

Black Tower raised an eyebrow, shifting his gaze from the screen to his face.

"Forget it?" she repeated, a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice. "Jiang Jiu, are you sure you want to tell me 'forget it' at this time?"

Jiang Jiu looked at her, hesitated for a moment, and still wanted to offer some advice: "The situation over there... is uncertain. The place where the mourners were held is not very interesting to begin with, plus the burning wind..."

"So?" Black Tower interrupted him. "You think my going would be a hindrance to you?"

That's not what I meant.

"Is it because you think I'm in your way?"

"Not at all."

Hei Ta crossed his arms and leaned back against the lab bench, looking quite relaxed. Hmm... it would be even better if his eyes were more relaxed too.

"Jiang Jiu, listen carefully."

Her tone was calm, as if she were talking about something trivial.

"Not long ago, when I found you at the edge of this world, you were lying in a simple ice coffin, pale-faced, and breathing so weakly that it was almost imperceptible. Do you know what I was thinking at that time?"

Jiang Jiu remained silent.

Heita continued, "I'm thinking that if this person doesn't wake up, I'll make his body into a specimen and put it in the lab, so he won't run around and make me worry."

Jiang Jiu: "...?!"

"After you woke up, you turned around and started to clean up the Memory Court, set up the War Immortal Ship, and after dealing with the Immortal Ship, you went to deal with the breeding remains. But before you finished, you ran into that little girl again."

Jiang Jiu felt a little guilty after what was said.

"This was an accident..."

"Oh, accidents? There have been quite a few accidents, so... how many other accidents like this have happened without my knowledge?"

Jiang Jiu coughed lightly: "That's all."

"there is none left?"

Black Tower nodded, not exposing his lie.

“Jiang Jiu, have you forgotten who I am?” She walked over and stood in front of Jiang Jiu, looking him in the eyes and saying directly, “I am Black Tower, a member of the Genius Club, and an Intellectual Envoy.”

She reached out and tapped his chest.

Do you think I'll need you to take care of me?

Hei Ta was telling Jiang Jiu seriously.

She is a capable partner who can stand by his side, not a decorative vase or a burden that needs protection.

Although Jiang Jiu still didn't really want Black Tower to take the risk, what the other party said made a lot of sense.

"...Well, now that things have come to this, we can only praise Lady Black Tower."

......

Neither of them is the type to dawdle.

After reaching a consensus, and making a few minor preparations, they landed directly on the "Patrevinizia" glass light belt.

The "Patrevinizia" band of light is a dazzling river of light that stretches across a star field, and it looks quite beautiful from a distance.

However, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the lights were not stars, but rather lamplight.

Countless lights strung together form a winding ribbon of light, each burning with a different color: gray-white, dark red, deep purple, and light blue. The colors blended together, creating a somewhat dreamlike effect.

Is the stage for mourning actors not filled with sorrow, but rather with a dreamlike atmosphere?

Jiang Jiu and Hei Ta boarded a gondola, and the performer very kindly (I'm sure) invited them to board as well.

The gondola is a unique mode of transportation for mourners; it is long and narrow, entirely black, with a pale white lantern hanging at the bow.

Jiang Jiu watched for a while and felt that it looked a bit like the boat that ferries people across the River of Oblivion in legends and myths.

I can't quite put my finger on why it looks similar, I just feel that way.

The actor rowing the boat wore a mask that was half crying and half laughing. The eye sockets of the mask were empty, and some realistic tear stains were specially carved on the mask.

"Two guests who have come from afar," the boatman's voice came from behind the mask, his tone sorrowful, "I am saddened that you have come to the stage of mourning. Have you come to listen to dirges, or do you wish to offer your own sorrow?"

Black Tower raised an eyebrow: "Can't we just come here to have fun?"

The boatman was silent for a second, then he sighed softly.

“Play?” he repeated, his tone almost pitying. “Guest, the word you’re using isn’t very popular here…”

"It's okay, you didn't welcome us anyway," Jiang Jiu chimed in.

Boatman: "..."

The gondola continued its slow journey, passing through the asteroids in the shimmering light belt, and finally came to a stop.

Huge stages, or rather, countless stages, were built on both sides of the light strip.

On some stages, masked actors are performing tragedies.

On some stages, there is only a single lamp, under which sits a person holding a strangely shaped musical instrument and softly singing.

The song drifted into my ears, but instead of a cheerful melody, it made my chest feel heavy.

Jiang Jiu and Heita didn't linger. They walked along the road for a while, not knowing how long they walked, until they passed a stage again and finally saw a familiar figure.

With his gray hair and signature baseball bat, he stood obediently below the stage, watching the performers intently.

Who else could it be but the Trail Blazers!

Standing next to her was March 7th, who was tugging at her sleeve: "Come on, come on, stop watching. This play is too depressing, I'm going to get depressed if I keep watching..."

The raccoon asked earnestly, "Tell me, why doesn't the flame in that lamp ever go out?"

March 7th was taken aback, not expecting Xing's attention to be focused on this, and paused for a moment: "Huh?"

The trailblazer pointed to the lights at the edge of the stage.

“Look, these lights have no fuel, no energy, and no one replaces them, yet they’ve been burning for so long.”

"I was thinking, if we take this thing off and install it into the train's energy system, would we never have to worry about energy again?"

March 7th: "......"

March 7th: "That makes so much sense!!!"

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Xing's suggestion was incredibly outrageous, but March 7's idea was just as brilliant.

The two rascals actually got together and actually started discussing whether they could take a few pieces back and install them on the train.

Jiang Jiu and Hei Ta exchanged a glance, watching these two openly discussing how to dismantle someone else's stage lights... and for a moment they didn't know what to say.

Is it fair to say their thought process is novel?

Black Tower crossed his arms and said with dissatisfaction, "What nonsense is this? Why don't we test a simulated universe?"

Xing heard this from afar and blinked: "March, I think I heard the Black Tower tell me to go test the simulated universe. Do you think I'm hallucinating about the simulated universe?"

On March 7th, he glanced at the Black Tower and Jiang Jiu in the distance, turned around and was about to say something when he paused, then glanced at the Black Tower again.

"...It's not an illusion! Look, look!"

March 7th was slightly shocked, then pulled Xing a few steps toward the Black Tower and Jiang Jiu.

March 7th pulled on the leash while whispering in Xing's ear, "Did you see that? There's someone standing next to the Black Tower. Who do you think that is?"

Xing's gaze fell on Jiang Jiu, she looked him over for two seconds, and then nodded seriously: "I don't know, but he looks very impressive."

How did you figure that out?

"Of course I was guessing!"

March 7th was speechless for a moment, but he had already arrived in front of Black Tower and Jiang Jiu.

"Ms. Black Tower, what a coincidence! You're here too... uh... on vacation?"

Black Tower raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping between March 7th and Star before settling on Star.

"Tourism? What's so great about this place? It's so depressing, and the lights are all over the place. It's not as interesting as my simulated universe."

March 7: "...You're right."

Xing didn't react much; she just stared at the black tower for a while, then asked curiously, "Is there a new version of the simulated universe?"

Black Tower smiled slightly: "Smart. Remember to come back and take the test when you get back."

Xing nodded, which was considered an agreement.

After all, Xing was still a little intimidated to say something like "then you should beg me" in front of the Great Black Tower herself.

"Oh, right," March 7th said, her gaze falling on Jiang Jiu, "And who is this...?"

Jiang Jiu glanced at her but didn't say anything.

Heita answered quite naturally, "My boyfriend."

March 7th paused for a moment.

Xing was also stunned for a moment.

"......??!"

The two of them looked at Jiang Jiu at the same time, staring at him in shock.

"Boy-boyfriend?!?"

March 7th was utterly shocked and turned to Xing: "Pinch me right now, I think I'm dreaming... Ouch!! Let go of me! It hurts so much!!! Can't you be gentler?!"

"You told me to pinch you!"

"...That must hurt a lot too!!"