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

[Yaoguang:......]

[Yao Guang: Although it is indeed hard to believe, in the images, the people Jiang Jiu comes into contact with are either travelers of destiny, messengers, or star gods...]

[Yao Guang: These people possess varying degrees of power to resist the erosion of the void, so naturally no one will be harmed by getting close to them.]

[The Masked Fool in the Tavern: Oh dear, this is really... fun, Savior! Are you "saving" people or "killing" them?]

[The Masked Fool in the Tavern: What a joke! He himself is a walking nothingness; anyone who gets close to him will also walk into nothingness. How can he save anyone?]

[The Masked Fool in the Tavern: Oh, I see, the dragon-slaying boy becomes the dragon himself! Hahahaha.......]

[Fu Xuan: I really don't understand, what's so funny?]

[Qingque: My God, please, Star God, save us...]

Unfortunately, even the existence of the Star God couldn't save them from anything.

Jiang Jiu clearly realized something.

The little girl was confused.

Seeing her take a step towards him, Jiang Jiu almost instinctively took a step back.

"Don't come near me!"

His voice came out more flustered than he had expected.

When that idea came to his mind, Jiang Jiu was stunned for a moment.

Panic...? Is he panicking?

The girl stopped and didn't move.

She simply stood there, looking at him, her eyes showing no sign of being frightened.

"Are you angry?" she asked after thinking for a moment.

".....No."

"Then why did you tell me not to come near?"

The girl waited patiently for a few seconds, but received no answer. She looked down at her hands.

The outlines of those hands appeared somewhat transparent under the light.

She looked at it for a while, then looked up and gave a faint smile.

“It’s okay.” She thought for a moment. “You don’t need to be afraid.”

Jiang Jiu was stunned.

March 7th: ......

[Star: I feel so down. Am I going to die?]

[March 7th: I feel so down... Why is this happening? The little girl is so gentle; she's actually comforting Jiang Jiu, telling him not to be afraid...]

Clara: Am I... going to die...?

[Qingque: Jiang Jiu's voice... seems to be trembling? Isn't he a self-destructive one? Wasn't he almost devoid of emotion?]

[Fu Xuan: Perhaps it's precisely because the emotions are almost gone that the last bit is so noticeable.]

[Himeko: It's really rare to see panic in Jiang Jiu's eyes so clearly, I never expected it to be because of...]

Silver Wolf: A messenger capable of destroying planets was frightened away by a defenseless little girl on a desolate planet, not because of her power, but because of her fragility.

Silver Wolf: What an irony.

[Sunday: So life is really fragile, someone always has to protect it...]

[Huang Quan: But the power of nothingness can never be completely controlled. The deeper one goes, the harder it is to extricate oneself. This isn't his fault, but... he might not think that way.]

[Screw Gumu: From a rational perspective, Lord Jiang Jiu has no need to blame himself. The nature of the Void Fate dictates that he cannot completely restrain his power, just as a flame cannot help but generate heat, and flowing water cannot help but moisten. But rational analysis is one thing, and emotional perception is another.]

[Black Tower: ...He's probably thinking right now, "If only I hadn't chosen this planet."]

......

(The blade has been drawn, haha, I'm already crying in desperation)

Watching a Movie (95) - Nothingness is cruel, nothingness doesn't care.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

[Gold Sand: "Existence is harm"—this phrase is truly fitting and cruel when applied to Jiang Jiu...]

[Gold Sand: A savior whose very existence harms others—what is this? A cruel twist of fate?]

[Jade: Perhaps this is the cruel reality of a nihilistic destiny.]

You want to save people, but you yourself are synonymous with "death"; you want to protect, but you yourself are an agent of "erosion".

[Jade: The closer you try to get, the more harm you will cause; those who destroy themselves are truly pathetic.]

[Cang Gang: ...Jade, why do you sound so hurtful today?]

[Jade: Perhaps it's because I saw a child who shouldn't have to endure this, and a savior who shouldn't have to endure this.]

[Shuju: I want to know, that little girl... did she know she was disappearing?]

she knows.

She must know...

But the little girl just stood there, looking at him, and smiled gently: It's okay, you don't need to be afraid.

“I know,” the girl’s voice was soft. “You’re not the gravedigger, and you’re not someone who’s come back. You…you’re from outside, aren’t you?”

She pointed at Jiang Jiu.

“There’s something unfamiliar about you, you’re not from here. I know everything here, but you… I don’t know you.”

“But it’s okay,” she repeated, “I’m already very happy that you’ve listened to me for so long.”

She turned around, walked to the corner, and picked up the ice-blue crystal.

The gray color on that crystal had spread to more than half of it.

One by one, the crystals on the wall dimmed, the faint light on the ice-blue surface slowly extinguished. The girl held the crystal, looked down at it, and calmly stated her opinion.

“Actually, I also have a small crystal myself,” she said softly, “but the gravedigger doesn’t need to store his own memories, so I stored a little bit of the feeling of sunlight.”

"It's that warm and cozy feeling... um, warm and cozy..."

She stopped.

This pause was longer than any before.

"...What does it feel like to feel warm and cozy?"

March 7th: Has she...has she even forgotten the feeling of sunshine? Her favorite thing...?

[Star: March, stop talking... I got sand in my eyes.]

[March 7th: You just want to cry, so go ahead and cry, it's not shameful!]

[Star: ...Yes, I want to cry, what's wrong? Is that not allowed? Waaaaah, March hug!]

[Black Swan: As the one who remembers, I can feel the final vibrations of those crystals; they are bidding farewell to that girl, a two-way farewell.]

[Black Swan: "Thank you, you've done very well," "Your duty is over," "Goodnight, our last gravedigger."]

[Black Swan: This memory is too heavy. A child, alone, guards a tomb of memories, until he himself becomes part of the tomb, taking the memories to their end.]

[Black Swan: Wait... This experience is bad. May I ask if Yi Ting can have some alone with this girl?]

Black Swan now strongly suspects that this little girl is not an ordinary person.

[Dahlia: ...But she was easily affected by nothingness.]

[Black Swan: What if it's a pure memory?]

In the video, the little girl thought for a while, then looked up at Jiang Jiu, her eyes no longer filled with confusion.

In the end, only a very light, very calm sense of relief remained.

Jiang Jiu stood there, his whole body stiff.

He was momentarily at a loss; it all happened so suddenly that he didn't know what to do.

The little girl looked at him, her figure growing fainter and fainter, as if she would disappear completely in the next second.

Seeing Jiang Jiu's stunned expression, she thought for a moment and then gave a serious smile.

“It’s okay,” she said again, her voice so soft it was as if she were coaxing him. “You don’t need to be afraid.”

Jiang Jiu's fingers clenched involuntarily.

"......Fear?"

But she's about to disappear because of him, and yet she's comforting the very person who's about to kill her, telling him not to be afraid...?

Jiang Jiu opened his mouth, and finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"......May I have your name?"

The girl paused for a moment.

She looked at the crystal in her arms, then looked up at him, her expression suggesting she was trying to think of something.

"A name?" she repeated. "Does a gravedigger... need a name?"

"Dad seems to be calling me...calling me..."

After thinking for a long time, she stopped and blinked blankly.

"...Huh, Dad?"

She looked around, her confusion deepening.

"Where is Dad? He told me to wait... wait for what?"

Jiang Jiu paused for a moment, then didn't move.

The girl lowered her head and looked at the crystal in her arms. The gray had spread to the very last bit, completely covering the icy blue.