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

Because his behavior in every aspect is just crazy!!!

[Huang Quan: Trading injury for injury.]

[Huang Quan: Iron Tomb's attacks covered all dodge space. In order to hurt Iron Tomb, did you abandon defense and gamble all your energy on attacking?]

[Silver Branch: A pure and noble soul, shining so brightly on the battlefield! Pure beauty reigns supreme, and I, Silver Branch, offer my highest respect!]

Yinzhi wasn't making a judgment; he was praising from the bottom of his heart.

Praise the man covered in blood, calmly insane; praise the deep, bone-revealing wounds; praise the burn mark that ran down his shoulder.

In his eyes, those were not scars, but medals.

[Dahlia: ...So the Pure Beauty Knights will randomly spawn?]

[Dahlia: Who has praised pure beauty again?]

[Dr. Truth: This isn't courage, it's arrogance.]

[Dr. Truth: He treated his life as a gambling chip that could be used indefinitely, betting it on the table time and time again.]

[Dr. Truth: This is disrespect for life itself, no, it's disrespect for oneself.]

[Hanabi: Professor Ladio, that's a really harsh thing to say~]

[Dr. Truth: Ha... He's not fighting, he's committing slow suicide.]

[Hanabi: But he can come back to life! He dies and comes back to life, comes back to life and dies again. Isn't that his normal state?]

[Dr. Truth: Idiot.]

[Dr. Truth: He seems normal now, just because he hasn't reached the breaking point yet. If that day ever comes... tsk, foolish.]

[Su Chang: Huh? He...did he just smile? I didn't see wrong, did I?]

[Gui Naifen: It doesn't seem like I'm imagining things! He really is laughing! He's covered in blood and still laughing!]

[Qingque: Has this person gone mad from the pain?]

[Fu Xuan: It's probably not that he's gone mad from the pain, but rather that there's a result.]

Qingque blinked.

[Qingque: I have a feeling I'm going to lose. No matter how I think about it, I can't win.]

[Fu Xuan: Yes, no matter what, we can't win. The outcome is already decided, so there's no need to hold back anymore...]

How pathetic.

Poor savior.

[Ling Sha: My concern is, he's been fighting for so long, yet he doesn't seem to notice his own wounds at all?]

[Ling Sha: It's not that it doesn't hurt, it's more like I can't feel anything?]

[Spirit Sand: Has the erosion of nothingness... reached this severe level?]

The various parties discussed the win rate, while others were concerned about the current state of the game.

Just then, the tense atmosphere of the battle was suddenly broken by a voice.

The sound originated from him.

"...Jiang Jiu?!"

"What are you doing!!!"

Jiang Jiu paused for two seconds, then subconsciously glanced at the black tower doll peeking out of his pocket.

"..."

He was surprised that the fight hadn't knocked the little doll away, but Jiang Jiu didn't intend to pay any attention to Black Tower. He raised his hand and pressed Black Tower back down, then casually gave Iron Tomb another blow.

After much back and forth, Jiang Jiu finally came to a conclusion.

It seems that the Iron Tomb cannot be destroyed until one has destroyed oneself.

If we go back a bit further in the timeline, when the Iron Tomb progress was still relatively low, there might be a chance.

However, this line doesn't have much of a chance to revert to its previous state.

He didn't want to go through what happened on the Immortal Boat again, so... let's just end it here.

He gave up resisting.

Just before Tie Mu was about to deliver the killing blow, he was drawn to the unique aura of the Wisdom Envoy emanating from Jiang Jiu.

The Black Tower doll poked her head out of the pocket again, and asked through gritted teeth.

"...What are you doing! If you can't beat them, just leave! Give me the coordinates, I'll come help you—"

"Black Tower".

Jiang Jiu called out softly and laughed.

"See you tomorrow."

Black Tower: "...?!"

The little doll watched helplessly as Jiang Jiu's body was broken down into countless data streams. She fell from mid-air to the ground, somewhat bewildered by what she saw.

But this confusion only lasted for a moment.

The scene was instantly switched to the Black Tower space station.

The Black Tower itself was still at the Black Tower Space Station. Almost the instant she saw the situation clearly, she locked onto Jiang Jiu's location, but as soon as the coordinates appeared, he was gone.

Black Tower wanted to see if Jiang Jiu had any countermeasures, but she only saw Iron Tomb's head droop for two seconds before it lifted up again.

The next moment, the doll's vision went dark.

Immediately afterwards, the entire sky darkened for a moment.

Then, a comment was carefully sent out.

Clara: Is he... dead?

Yes, is he dead?

A person who can easily kill the Marshal of the Immortal Ship, move freely in the battlefield where several Star Gods are facing off, and travel freely through timelines.

Would such a person die easily?

[Yinzhi: Truly the purest and noblest soul. Even in the darkest moments, the light within him was never extinguished. He exemplified purity with his life! I believe his sacrifice itself is the most magnificent poem!]

[Dahlia: ...Silver Knight, his actions weren't exactly graceful. Are you sure you want to describe them as purely beautiful?]

[Yinzhi: Of course! What noble souls those who choose to sacrifice themselves in the face of destruction! Praise be to purity!]

[Sunday: ...The Silver Knight's perspective is always so unique.]

[Ling Sha: The wounds on his body... I counted, at least seventeen, at least five of which were so deep you could see the bone, and then there were those marks from being corroded by the void. Yet he could still stand and talk.]

[Ling Sha: I strongly suspect that it's not that it doesn't hurt, but that something is wrong.]

Yun Li sat cross-legged by the window, her sword resting on her lap. She stared at the sky for a long time, then lowered her head to look at the sword on her lap.

Her face was reflected in the sword, her expression unchanged, but her fingers gently traced the spine of the blade.

[Yun Li: If one day, my sword must face such an enemy...]

[Yun Li: I hope I can be like him, never backing down.]

Sambo was crouching on the edge of an unknown asteroid belt, next to a cargo ship he had just "borrowed". He was looking at the cargo manifest when the sky darkened. He looked up and the manifest slipped from his hand, floating in the weightless air. He didn't pick it up.

[Sangbo: Tsk tsk tsk, this guy is really fearless.]

[Sambo: This guy doesn't value his life at all. Have you ever seen a gambler? He's the kind of gambler who bets his entire fortune without even blinking an eye.]

Sambo: The difference is, gamblers gamble with money, he gambles with his life.

[Fireworks: Sambo, are you praising him or insulting him?]

Sambo: Sambo, I wouldn't dare to insult him; I want to live a few more years.

Tingyun was in the Tianbo Bureau, her tail swaying gently behind her. She looked at the darkness in the sky that had not yet been lit, and did not wave the fan in her hand.

[Forgetful Person: I think it's not that he's not afraid of death.]

[The Forgetful Man: He simply felt that there were always some things more important than death.]

[Yu Kong: But he can't take anything with him.]

[The Forgotten One: Just because you can't take it with you doesn't mean it's unimportant. Perhaps there are truly selfless people who, to save a corner of the world, use death as a bargaining chip, and risk their lives to seize the secrets of heaven...]

[Forgetful Person: Although everyone understands the principle, I, a mere woman, cannot become such a selfless person.]

Dr. Truth leaned back in his chair, still holding an unfinished book in his hand. His gaze was fixed on the screen, on the black expanse, his expression unchanged.

[Dr. Truth: Arrogance.]

[Dr. Truth: He thinks he can control everything, that he can exchange his own life for someone else's, but he is a self-destructive being walking in the void.]

[Dr. Truth: I fear that his arrogance towards death will one day backfire on him.]

Onpharos, Tibo stood beside Aglaia, the wind blowing through her hair, and she couldn't help but put her hand to her heart.

Tibo: See you tomorrow is the greatest prophecy.

Tibo: *We* think he will come back.

[Tibo: Because he wasn't saying goodbye when he said that.]

[Tibo: He made a promise!]

Bai E stood behind her without saying a word.

[Xi Lian: Do people also think he'll come back?]

[Xi Lian: Because there's someone else waiting for him, isn't there?]

Tian floated in the wind, her voice soft.

[Tian: Yes! He'll definitely come back!]

She initiated a spaceship and made three consecutive jumps to the coordinates, the specific target being a scepter.

To be precise—it was a scepter that was half broken.