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

"I want to have a proper talk with Kagami now, so..."

"Could you please trouble General Shence to temporarily release my colleague from prison?"

......

Jingliu leaned against the railing, standing next to Jiang Jiu.

The surrounding area was rather deserted, suggesting that someone had evacuated the crowd beforehand.

She gazed into the distance and asked, "Why did you interfere in the affairs of the Immortal Ship?"

"I'm not interfering in the affairs of the Immortal Ship."

Jiang Jiu's tone even carried a hint of impatience. For some reason, ever since that nightmare, he had been feeling a subtle unease.

"Tell me your entire plan. If you can't get past me, you can give up now."

Jingliu touched the black ribbon in front of him with his fingertip.

After hesitating for two seconds, she suddenly took it off, but her body froze on the spot the moment she grasped the sword.

Jiang Jiu looked at the scenery in the distance and became even more annoyed.

I hate people who lack self-awareness the most, even if that person is a Mirror Stream.

Normally, he might have smiled and had a good chat with Jingliu, but now he really wasn't interested.

For some reason, the first thought that popped into his head was...

if......

If he had nipped the disaster in the bud, could the world have escaped this doomsday fate?

At this stage, nipping the disaster in the bud is far too easy...

All you need is...

All you need to do is kill...

A faint purple hue silently crept into his eyes.

With just one thought, the meaningless cycle can be broken... If it's just about ending the mission...

Jingliu's knuckles turned white as he gripped the sword hilt, and the sword emitted a faint hum, yet he could not unsheathe it even slightly.

A power called nothingness silently and imperceptibly covered this area.

"You..." Jingliu's voice carried a clear seriousness for the first time. She tried to turn towards Jiang Jiu, but found that even a single movement had become extremely difficult.

Jiang Jiu didn't look at her. He gazed at the starry rafts passing by in the distance, a scene that could be described as bustling, but everything in his eyes was quietly fading.

Vibrant colors, sharp outlines, flowing light and shadow... everything is becoming blurred.

It's as if there's a thin layer of mist between us.

So... what is the meaning of busy creatures, magnificent creations, and flickering lights?

Cycle...scheming...rollback...death...is it meaningful?

Preventing a reproductive disaster?

Too much trouble.

The obsession with interfering with the Immortal Ship?

no need.

Is Kagami struggling to have a conversation here?

In vain...

The feeling of irritability is amplified at this moment, but it is easily erased after reaching a certain threshold.

Why am I feeling upset? Nothing has happened. Oh well, it doesn't seem to matter.

If everything is in vain, and even the slightest change will still lead the world to its predetermined end, then why should he bother to maneuver in this process?

The thought of nipping the disaster in the bud resurfaced.

It is clearer and more reasonable than any of the previous ones.

Right now, right here.

Mirror Flow, the core of this plan, one of the destabilizing factors, the vessel for the ambition to slay gods...

Once she disappears, many problems will become much simpler.

Once she disappears, Rakshasa's plan will be thwarted, the Immortal Ship will reconsider the feasibility of the plan, and one of the potential sources of loss of control will be eliminated.

How simple.

All it takes is a thought.

The purple aura in his eyes became more and more obvious, and the surrounding temperature dropped by two degrees.

Jingliu's sword energy surged instinctively, attempting to break through this invisible constraint, but in the end, it was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, not even causing a ripple.

Nothingness engulfs everything, including the will to resist.

Jiang Jiu turned his head to look at Jing Liu, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at an inanimate object.

Therefore... meaningless things should not exist...

"listen to me--"

A voice pierced through the barrier of illusion and entered Jiang Jiu's ears.

He was momentarily dazed when a purple figure approached from afar.

"When you have the opportunity to make a choice, don't let yourself regret it."

Kafka walked up to Jiang Jiu, waved gently in front of his eyes, and then smiled tenderly: "Are you more awake now?"

"Tell me, do you really want to change the end times in this way?"

Chapter 80 Don't Let Me Regret Letting You Go

"...Kafka?"

Jiang Jiu closed his eyes, leaned against the railing for a couple of seconds to catch his breath, then turned to look at Jing Liu, who was leaning against the railing and breathing heavily. He couldn't help but press his temples.

"Sorry, I wasn't feeling well just now and almost hurt you. You don't mind, right?"

Mirror Flow: "......"

Jingliu hesitated, wanting to speak but then stopping himself, before finally shaking his head helplessly.

If we can't win a fight, what else can we do?

Jiang Jiu turned his gaze to Kafka and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "Did Elio send you? Does that mean I'm in his script?"

Kafka shook her head: "Unfortunately, there is very little information about your script."

...That was exactly the answer I expected.

Jiang Jiu sighed and looked at Kafka: "Thank you."

“Jiang Jiu,” Kafka said softly, “the script says that you already have a guide, but the script also says that you are destined to find the right answer.”

"Kafka..."

Jiang Jiu closed his eyes briefly, his voice slightly hoarse: "Does the script... describe what my future will be like?"

Will I get what I want in the future?

"Don't be afraid," Kaffa smiled gently. "Your future is the best of everything."

......

Blade emerged from behind the wall and followed Kafka: "Is it over?"

“Yes.” Kafka nodded. “It went smoothly. We can go now, Blade.”

Blade glanced at the person leaning on the railing in the distance, enjoying the breeze: "It's hard to imagine that this kind of guy is Elio's last chance."

"That guy is no ordinary person," Kaffa said helplessly. "It's just a pity..."

"Even without the dirge of death as a catalyst, it still heralded its self-destruction."

"There is no turning back from nothingness; once you step onto it, you can only desperately move forward."

Standing still will lead to being swallowed by nothingness.

You can only keep moving forward, but the further you go on this road, the more you will lose.

Nothingness is a terrible destiny.

Ren Ting's mind was in a mess, so he simply stopped trying to figure out the meaning behind Kafka's words.

"Hopefully this guy can last a while."

“This is not our concern, Blade.” Kafka walked ahead, turning her head to look at Blade. “Let’s go, it’s time to go to the next location.”

After Ren and Kafka completely disappeared from Luofu, Jiang Jiu looked up at the last place they left.

"A funeral dirge for death... the prelude to self-destruction..."

"Eriol's script is like it's cheating; this isn't even a timeline."

Is this the power of the final battle?

Why......

wrong......

No, no, nothing's right. Why is he in Elio's script? How does the Star Core Hunter know about my situation? Is my existence a constant or a variable for the galaxy?

If he is truly a constant existing within the script, then the galaxy should have escaped its original doom from the very beginning. So why is its future end still destruction?

If the future still ends in destruction, does that mean everything we've done now has been in vain?

"...Tsk."

Too many "what ifs" become a constraint.

But so what?