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

(I've forgotten where I read this, but it said that Destruction was the last Star God to ascend to godhood, and that no Star God would appear before the final ascension. That's roughly the idea.)

(Although it's a bit far-fetched, Jiang Jiu did indeed ascend to godhood at the very end, didn't he?)

Watching a Movie (98) - They'll All Die

When Jiang Jiu and Heita arrived, Walter and Dan Heng were standing in front of a small stage. On the high platform, a masked woman sat quietly.

It was a time of mourning for the actors, Fu Ruo.

A solitary, pale lamp cast a cold, eerie light, enveloping her. She held a strangely shaped musical instrument in her arms, her fingertips gently plucking the strings. Strangely, all around was silent, without uttering a sound.

Noticing Jiang Jiu and the other person approaching, she stopped what she was doing and slowly raised her head.

"More guests have arrived... The stage for mourning hasn't been this lively in a long time."

Black Tower crossed his arms and whispered a reminder: "The Star God of Joy has never been stingy with his blessings upon the Mourning Playwrights. All the Mourning Playwrights are at least at the level of the Fate Walker. Be careful."

Jiang Jiu paused for two seconds, then turned to look at the black tower: "...What should I be careful about?"

The Black Tower also paused for two seconds.

[Gui Naifen: ...Yes, what should we be careful about?]

[Su Chang: I don't know.]

Fireworks were delighted.

[Fireworks: Interesting. A multi-faceted messenger carefully mourning the fate of an entertainer? That's certainly cautious.]

[Jing Yuan: ...Could it be that Ms. Black Tower wants Jiang Jiu to be careful not to be affected by the complex emotions of those mourning the actors?]

[Gui Naifen: That makes sense! Anyone would feel emo after spending so much time in a place like that, right?]

[Su Chang: But Jiang Jiu is a self-destructive person, his emotions are almost gone, how can he be affected?]

[Yanqing: Um, is it possible that the General is trying to give Lady Black Tower a way out...?]

【Sushang:......】

Jingyuan: ......

[Fireworks: I'm dying of laughter, hahaha!]

Walter Yang noticed the commotion, turned around, saw Jiang Jiu and Black Tower, paused for a moment, and then asked, "Lord Shi Jin, Lady Black Tower?"

Dan Heng stiffened slightly, but still nodded to Jiang Jiu.

Jiang Jiu glanced back, but didn't pay much attention. His gaze fell on a small mask that Walter was holding.

The mask, half-crying and half-laughing, looked quite similar to the one Fu Ruo wore.

Jiang Jiu thought for two seconds and suddenly became a little curious. Could it be that when the train crew came to the Glazed Light Belt, it was Uncle Yang who was strengthened?

"Uncle Yang, may I take a look at this mask?"

Walter Young paused for a moment, then handed over the mask directly: "Of course, please."

On March 7th, she leaned close to Uncle Yang and whispered, "Uncle Yang, are you very familiar with this Jiang Jiu? You just gave it to him like that?"

"We don't know each other, and the only reason they're giving it to me is because I wanted it."

Jiang Jiu calmly continued what March 7 had said.

March 7th's eyes widened in shock: "You...you...how did you hear that?!"

Dan Heng rubbed his temples helplessly: "Shi Jin... Your Excellency is a Commander, even if you speak in the softest voice, he can probably still hear you..."

"Jiang Jiu? Shi Jin? Oh!! You're the one who recently...!"

March 7's mouth was covered until she nodded very seriously, making sure she wouldn't say another word, before it was released.

[March 7th: Ugh... I've completely lost face, sob sob sob... So embarrassing]

[Star: It's okay, March. You already lost all face when we were figuring out how to take down someone else's stage lights. It'll only take a little longer.]

[March 7th: Star!!! Which side are you on?!]

[Star: Justice is on the side!!]

[Star: By the way, your expression when your mouth was covered was really funny, I took a picture~]

[March 7th: Delete this!!!]

[Dan Heng: ...You two, well, whatever, it seems like we've already lost almost everything.]

[Himeko: Yes, Danheng is right. Anyway, we've already lost most of it, so let's just do whatever we want.]

[March 7th: Princess Himeko!!!]

[Walter: Actually, March was just too excited, which is understandable, since it was the first time we'd seen Jiang Jiu in person.]

[March 7th: Yes, yes, yes! I was just too excited! It wasn't intentional! Please don't mind, Your Excellency Jiang Jiu!]

[Fireworks: Joy.]

[Fireworks: I knew there would be some fun things to happen when Jiang Jiu came to the train. It was worth recording the whole thing. Anyone want it? Sale! Not 9999, not 999, just 99 to take it home!]

[March 7th: Huh...?!]

[March 7th: How did you record this?]

[Fireworks: Surely no one actually watched the images on the dome? Don't your necks hurt? This random dome controls all the electronic devices, so of course I recorded it on my computer.]

March 7th: !!!

【star:!!!】

[March 7th: No wonder only Xing and I were at the observation window!! So you all knew but didn't tell us?]

[Danheng: ...I thought you knew.]

However, Jiang Jiu's thoughts were not on March 7th and Dan Heng. He looked at the mask for a while, then looked up at Walter Yang seriously: "Uncle Yang, where did this come from?"

Walter glanced at the mask in Jiang Jiu's hand, then looked at Fu Ruo.

"It was given by Ms. Fu Ruo, who said it was... a gift to mourn the actors. What's wrong?"

Fu Ruo nodded without any fear or concern.

“Yes…the gift…” She gently plucked the instrument in her arms, though it still made no sound. “Everyone who steps onto the stage of mourning can take away a mask. Wearing it, you can see…things that others cannot see.”

March 7th paused for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "What did you see?"

"See what you have lost."

March 7th's expression froze for a moment.

Xing asked seriously, "Can it be used to find things? I lost a sock on the space station last time, and I couldn't find it even after searching through three systems."

Fu Ruo: "......"

Jiang Jiu: "..."

Dan Heng, quick as a flash, grabbed one person with each hand, pulling Xing with his left hand and San Yueqi with his right, and said directly, "...Uncle Yang, we have something to do first, you two talk first."

Walter Young pushed up his glasses: "Be careful."

March 7th: I didn't win...

[Star: To be honest, what I said wasn't wrong... Who wouldn't want to find their lost socks?]

The abstract concept of a raccoon needs no further explanation.

[Hanabi: .....Wow, I didn't notice just now, it's Furuo? The Mourning Performer? This guy has the nerve to call himself the Mourning Performer?]

[Sambo: Hasn't she been gone a long time ago? If you really want to call it a lament for a female entertainer, then it could be considered a lament.]

[Topa: Who is Furuo? Is he a key figure?]

[Fireworks: Don't worry about her, she's just a source of amusement.]

[Fu Ruo: Little Fireworks, isn't that a bit offensive? Is this how you promote me?]

[Firework: Wow, Furuo-neechan, how do you want me to promote you? You're incredibly unsociable, and after a disagreement, you went to hang out with the mourners for years and almost became their boss's older sister~?]

Fu Ruo: ......

Seeing the three children leave, Jiang Jiu decided not to beat around the bush. He shook the mask, looked at the woman whose name he couldn't remember, and asked directly, "Are you sure... everyone who steps onto the stage of the mourning performer can take away a mask of this quality?"

Fu Ruo paused for two seconds: "Yes."

"Oh."

Jiang Jiu hummed in agreement, flicked his finger, and flipped the mask over. An attack followed, but Fu Ruo's figure flashed, barely dodging Jiang Jiu's probing attack.

The mask on her face made a crying expression, but she was actually laughing.

The instrument in her hand was turned sideways, and it actually looked like a...

It's a hammer, actually.

No wonder they didn't say anything.

"Hahahaha~ Interesting, interesting. You managed to be discovered? Was my acting not convincing enough?" Fu Ruo glanced at the mask in Jiang Jiu's hand and tilted her head. "So you're clearly the Masked Fool too. Why expose me? Wouldn't it be better to act together?"

Jiang Jiu: "..."

Very good, he is now suspected of being involved with various forces.

[Feixiao: ...This world is truly a makeshift operation.]

[Yao Guang: I second that.]

[Topa: So, the current situation is that a masked fool infiltrated the Mourning Playwrights' group and somehow became their leader?]

[Mourning the Performer: ...That's very sad. Would you like to hear a sad song?]

[Fu Ruo: What do you mean by inexplicable? I tried my best to immerse myself in the role of a mourning actor, and... who said I was a masked fool?]

[Hanabi: Aren't you one?]

[Fu Ruo: I didn't say I wasn't.]

"The Masked Fool? I'm the Star God of Joy, you know. I just got this mask from Uncle Yang." Jiang Jiu retorted casually.

"Then tell me, why would Lezi God target you?" Fu Ruo asked calmly.