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

Is his relationship with Black Tower really that good?

He wasn't sure.

Even when they "reunited" at the Clock Tower, she didn't rashly reveal any emotions. She wasn't as sharp as Number Three, nor did she stand by his side as naturally as Number Four.

She simply stood alone by the window, holding the little black tower doll, calmly gazing at him with her purple eyes. At one point, he even thought that to her, he might just be a passerby who shared the same ideals and met her by chance.

But it was precisely this Black Tower who was the first to take action, locking him in her "little dark room."

Jiang Jiu wanted to speak, but her throat tightened.

He looked at her, and at such close range, the features of the Second Black Tower were somewhat blurred by the dim light, leaving only her strikingly bright purple eyes.

"Ajiu," she called again, her voice barely audible.

She paused, then gave a self-deprecating laugh: "Listen, even this is how they address you. So what am I supposed to call you...?"

"Jiang Jiu?"

Jiang Jiu paused for a moment, then stopped moving. Hei Ta slowly approached, step by step, until he was almost pressed against Jiang Jiu's chest.

She didn't hug him as tightly as Tower Three, nor did she challenge him with her eyes like Tower Four.

She simply raised her hand, her fingers slowly sliding down his chest to where his heart was beating. She pressed down firmly.

"Jiang Jiu, you're still dancing here," she whispered, "are you dancing for me?"

Jiang Jiu's heart skipped a beat for a moment.

"You're nervous." Tower Two's tone was somewhat incredulous. "You're a Star God, and I'm just a Black Tower. Why are you nervous?"

“Because you are the Black Tower,” Jiang Jiu said in a hoarse voice.

The second tower's hand moved away from his chest, slowly moving upwards, stroking his collarbone, neck, and finally stopping on his cheek. Her fingertips were slightly cool, with an extremely delicate touch, carrying a cautious yet extremely restrained strength.

"Jiang Jiu, you've been so unfair to me..."

Her voice was low and tinged with a sob.

"You're such an irresponsible bastard... You barged into my world without any logic, saved me countless times, and then left without even saying goodbye, leaving me all alone and helpless..."

"You're so good to me, why won't you say anything more...why?"

Jiang Jiu blinked, somewhat bewildered, "I...I didn't expect you might like me..."

“Jiang Jiu,” Hei Ta interrupted Jiang Jiu, his eyes reddening, “you idiot who knows absolutely nothing about relationships! Even that confession when we reunited was the one she broke the ice with…”

"But..." Jiang Jiu paused, her tone hesitant, "How could someone as outstanding as you possibly..."

...Fall in love with me?

"Someone as outstanding as you, is there anything wrong with me falling in love with you?"

Black Tower closed its eyes.

"It's all your fault... You took it upon yourself to shoulder everything. I thought we could see each other again, so I couldn't say everything I wanted to say that day..."

"I......"

Before he could finish speaking, Black Tower's lips pressed against his.

Her kisses were haphazard, clumsy, almost ferocious, like a drowning person finally grabbing onto a piece of driftwood and refusing to let go.

Jiang Jiu tasted saltiness, and the metallic taste of blood spread across her lips. She had cut his lip, or perhaps, neither of them had been able to control themselves.

He instinctively raised his hand, supported her waist, and pulled her slightly into his arms.

With just this one movement, Black Tower seemed to have received some kind of permission, pressing himself even closer, wrapping his arms around his neck, and kissing him even deeper and deeper.

Jiang Jiu could even feel her heartbeat, so fast it felt like it was about to shatter his chest.

"Jiang Jiu..." she whispered between breaths, her voice broken and incoherent, "Ajiu... is mine... you are mine..."

After a long time, she finally let go of him, her forehead pressed against his collarbone, her breath rapid and hot.

Her fingers were still clutching his collar, her knuckles white, refusing to let go.

"Jiang Jiu, I gave you my first kiss." Her voice was muffled against his neck, hoarse, with a hint of fierce tremor at the end, "And who did you give your first kiss to?"

Jiang Jiu held her without saying a word.

He didn't answer, and the Black Tower didn't need his answer.

"...Why can't it be me?"

Her breath hit his neck, her voice trembling slightly, a barely suppressed grievance.

"Why...why didn't all your important firsts belong to me? Why was it that when I finally found you, you were already someone else's fiancé?"

"Jiang Jiu...you've been really unfair to me."

Side Story - Black Tower Shura Field Route (8)

"We are the beginning of everything."

"We are the biggest regret of all..."

Jiang Jiu didn't say anything, but Heita knew.

His first kiss was with Tower Number Three, his first confirmed relationship was also with Tower Number Three, and his fiancée was Tower Number Four. None of his important firsts belonged to her.

She learned all these things from the little black tower doll.

Her hand loosened its grip on his collar and slowly moved up to his face. Her fingers were icy cold as they touched his brow bone, his eyelashes, the bridge of his nose, and finally stopped on his lips. Then she leaned in and bit him hard.

Jiang Jiu tasted the blood at the corner of his mouth and felt somewhat helpless.

“But I can steal it,” Black Tower said softly.

Jiang Jiu sighed: "It can't be called stealing."

Black Tower shook his head and steered the conversation in a different direction.

"How come your body, which is supposed to be a Star God, can be so easily bitten open by me?"

“I’d like to,” Jiang Jiu said in a hoarse voice.

So she pressed her lips to his again.

This time, her movements were much gentler than before. She kissed him again and again, from the corners of his mouth to the peaks of his lips, as if she wanted to savor his entire being.

"...Are you trembling?" Jiang Jiu's palm was placed on her lower back, and below his palm was her slightly trembling body, her back was very tense.

“I didn’t,” Black Tower said.

“You do have it.” Jiang Jiu lowered his head, resting his forehead against the top of her head, his voice a little hoarse. “Black Tower, you don’t need to do this.”

"Then what should I do?" She bit her lip, her eyes wet and looking very aggrieved. "Are you asking me to congratulate you, let you go back to her side, and then go back to my own timeline, alone with this doll, thinking of you?"

"I kept thinking to myself, why didn't you come back to me while you were still alive? Why could she do it but I couldn't? What was wrong with me?"

“You’re perfect in every way,” Jiang Jiu interrupted her.

Black Tower shook his head gently: "You're lying. If I'm perfect in every way, why don't you come back to me?"

Seeing Jiang Jiu remain silent again, Hei Ta pursed his lips.

"Idiot, you can't even tell me a lie."

"I won't lie to you."

"Then you said you would stay with me forever."

Jiang Jiu was silent for two seconds, thinking about the current situation in his somewhat chaotic mind, before finally speaking: "Black Tower, I'm right next to you now."

"Now?" She tilted her head, the thin mist in her eyes finally condensing into a tear that slid down her cheek. "So even though I'm right in front of you, you only dare to promise me now... What about the past? What about the future? I'm all alone, unable to find your timeline...?"

"Now that you're standing here, can you make it up to me? Can you give me back those days?"

Jiang Jiu raised his hand and wiped away the tears on Hei Ta's face.

“No,” he said, “but every day from now on, you can.”

"Is this a promise?" Black Tower asked.

"Yes."

"How many of me will you divide your promise among?"

Jiang Jiu fell silent.

Hei Ta looked at his silence and suddenly laughed, laughing while shedding tears, a laugh that was more painful than crying: "See, you can't explain it yourself, Jiang Jiu. You are a good person in every way, except when it comes to feelings, you are incredibly stupid. You don't even know how to reject someone you don't dislike, so how could you possibly know who you love?"

"I can tell the difference."

"You can tell the difference?" Black Tower chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Then tell me, who do you love?"

"Black Tower".

Which Black Tower?

“Only the Black Tower,” Jiang Jiu gave his answer seriously.

There is only the Black Tower, and the Black Tower is just the Black Tower; there is no other Black Tower.

There is no distinction between different levels of Black Towers; all Black Towers are Black Towers.

Black Tower was silent for two seconds, then his eyes curved slightly.

"So, what you love is always the Black Tower."

"Correct."

Am I the Black Tower?

"Yes."

"Then can I be a little greedy?" Black Tower tilted her head back, her fingertip touching his lips. "Can I... have some things with you that only I have?"

Jiang Jiu turned his head and gently placed his lips on her forehead.

"Haven't you already locked me in the dark room?" he laughed. "The others haven't received this treatment."

Heita buried her face in his neck and spoke in a muffled voice after a while: "If I lock you up, they'll find you soon. I can't hide it for long."

"Ah."