Collapse, survive

She has mastered it all. Even if it feels unfamiliar to her, her instincts will tell her how to use it. As for training, that has always been a false proposition.

The Honkai world is scientific, and the technology aspect isn't a fantasy system, so there's no training that comes close to the concept of "cultivation."

Exercise and martial arts are essentially an expansion of life and consciousness, allowing 'me' to adapt to rapid stages of evolution time and time again, to understand that I have become a higher form of life, and to experience love, hate, and emotion.

Species are constantly evolving.

Single-celled organisms, multicellular organisms, fish, land animals, birds that can fly...

But we didn't start as single-celled organisms; we are already birds that can fly.

Biological evolution, a step-by-step process of natural selection, emphasizing survival of the fittest...

It's just a wrong path. Why define ourselves as 'lower beings' instead of being 'gods' by nature?

Where would a lower being get the concept of "I"? This is the highest level of expression in the world; "I" am the most advanced.

—I am the only one who matters!

Fang Jie broke free from habitual thinking, became flexible, walked with the divine, philosophy flowed forth, and the impulse of origin was present. No matter how you describe it, everything he 'contacted' was already contained in his life and consciousness, in the concept of 'I'.

All you need to do is touch it.

【喰】 is a medium that brings together, erodes, transforms, and replicates the outflowing image of 'I'.

Once you possess "truth," even a glance becomes a form of contact.

Even memories, observations of solutions, and everything observed by solutions—aren't these all forms of contact? Even the Star God can catch a glimpse of them.

Metaphysical philosophy found a physical way of expression, and then flowed outward, expanding and painting the universe, expanding with its left foot stepping on its right...

Otherwise, where would he get the confidence that his growth rate is faster than Ling's?

Returning to the topic of Stigmata, Stigmata are tools created by humans, stored in genes as genetic material, and are essentially a database that records a large amount of genetic information.

That database is the [Stigmata Space], a special dimension in the imaginary space, with its own structure and origin.

Taking Kaslana as an example, the source of her bloodline is the Honkai Beast genes that have been integrated into Kevin's body. The power of various Honkai Beasts converges and merges within Kevin's body, hence the name "Chimera". This is also the starting point for the existence of the "Stigmata Space".

Fang Jie's artificial stigma originated from his stigma space, which is now written into the world's suppression system, and was once deliberately misnamed by him as the Twelve Blades of the Negative World.

In the collapsed solar system, they are the twelve paths of the Herrscher, and they have also opened up new paths beyond the Herrscher, the Form, and even the Tengen.

"Just as the wind changes direction, one day it will blow towards a brighter place. From now on, with my blessings, live a more carefree life."

Fang Jie's blessing to Ji Zi helped her understand everything, even though she was still confused.

It felt like a rebirth, a completely new path unfolding before her. The generosity and inclusiveness extended to more than one person, filling her with immense joy.

She is not the wind, she is fire.

Even if their bodies are broken, they will fight to the last moment on the battlefield, until they bleed to death.

I am Fang Jie, and I love you all—this is written into the new rules of divinity.

Himeko couldn't help but smile brightly.

"Seriously, it's so lavish, I'm really touched."

"Isn't that great?"

"That's great, here's a reward for you."

"Hmmmm~"

This isn't a childish kiss on the forehead anymore, so why aren't you leaving, Sirin?

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Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Great Love Wolf Lord and Your Mother Are Here.

Star Dome Train.

Observation carriage.

The system was operating at night. Just like Xing, who had returned not long ago, Fang Jie, who had been missing for several days, also returned. He brought back his memories, and the 'glasses' that had merged back into one recorded everything.

that's not important.

Fang Jie didn't wait long in the observation car before Uncle Yang, who hadn't gone to bed yet, also arrived. His eyes held a mixture of relief and a wry smile.

"So many things have happened. It seems that the world will not be peaceful in the future. We need to adapt to the arrival of the new era in advance, go to the universe, go to the world bubble, and explore a new future."

He felt relieved and stopped mentioning Fang Jie's use of Walter as a tool.

In those years, he did indeed do sit-ups, struggle with life and death, and lived a relatively peaceful life for a considerable period, working nine to five, until Saint Fontaine.

These days, sit-ups are probably a thing of the past, so what if you work a little more than 9 to 5?

Or perhaps it's Otto's elbow...

"This will probably take quite a while; he's a madman."

Walter was filled with mixed emotions, but also a strong desire to try. "Avengers, assemble!"

Frankly speaking, it would be safer for Fang Jie to take direct action. Otto might be able to make a breakthrough in a desperate situation. He is evil, not incompetent, which is why he is so dangerous.

"I believe you, Uncle Yang."

Fang Jie's expression was determined, and he even clenched his fist. Keep it up! You're still young, really young, the perfect age to venture out into the world.

"I'm glad you trust me so much, um, the other me."

Walter adjusted his glasses, feeling...relief and regret.

In terms of timeline, he was clearly out of sync with the collapsed solar system that Fang Jie went to; otherwise—how could he exist, moving from an unchanging past to a new future, or even board the Star Train?

Or perhaps the changes and coverage that are sufficient to catch up with him have not yet arrived?

The complexities involved are difficult to grasp clearly, and for now, we can only view it from two perspectives.

This leads to even bigger questions: which world does the memory regression brought about by the solution belong to, and does it also need to be divided in two? Where will the intersection of these two worlds lead...?

"I don't even know what's at the end of the universe. Those things are too complicated for me. Let's just keep going."

Fang Jie was very relaxed in this world. He was tall and would hold up the sky if it fell. He sprawled on the sofa and lay down completely.

At my age, shouldn't I be enjoying some peace and quiet?

If there are any problems, wait until the genius comes to a conclusion, then he can just give them to you.

"That's not entirely wrong; it's an optimistic attitude."

Walter felt more at ease. It was another version of himself who was exhausted. Now he could even easily compile teaching materials and was enthusiastically preparing to offer suggestions to Otto.

Friendly suggestion!

Just then, a raccoon's roar rang out:

"My head suddenly started to hurt, and I knew it was you back, Fang Jie!"

Dong dong qiang—

Like a hungry star pouncing on its prey, she's come for a midnight snack.

His animated expression suggested that he wanted to share something about the future of the Black Tower space station, and thus obtain information from him about how to develop that cool logo.

As shown in the picture—

I'll eat your cake, drink your milk tea, and earn your talent, all through the stories I share.

Fang Jie was also very interested.

“Let me tell you, this is what the Black Tower looked like back then.”

Xing's eyebrows danced with delight as she recalled the expression on the face of the evil black tower figure who had instantly inflicted pain on Silver Wolf:

"Hmph, a resounding victory—little guy, now you know how powerful the Black Tower is."

The Black Tower of Astrology.

Quite similar.

Not long ago, Screwgoom gave Silver Wolf a copy of the Punklords artifact, which Silver Wolf could use freely, but this already ruined her efforts.

Because Screw's attitude is: he will no longer tolerate Silver Wolf's playfulness.

If there's no fun in it, then the game is meaningless.

The Black Tower was ruthless, using reverse hacking to locate all of Silver Wolf's interstellar network accounts—a total of 76.

Then he used his adult social connections to get the company to freeze everything! Including the game records! How cruel!

"As expected of Black Tower, this is even more painful for her than killing Silver Wolf."

—The end of the wolf.

Fang Jie, a student of the Mengxue Yinlang school, sprawled on the sofa and rolled around.

"It's all gone, absolutely nothing left... This is outrageous, so outrageous!"

He cried and made a scene, mimicking the Silver Wolf, whose title had always been sealed.

"Hahaha, you look just like me, it's like I've seen you in person..."

The air was filled with a joyful atmosphere, and Xing, who had lost her memory, was overjoyed, laughing especially loudly.

What night is without stars? What night is without learned scholars? But there are few idle people like these two scoundrels, and far too few silver wolves.

Walter adjusted his glasses, refraining from making any embarrassing remarks.

But Silver Wolf remained cool; she continued to run through the Milky Way, passing through neon lights and over neon glows, just like the night she left her homeland and ran towards the stars.

The starlight lengthened her shadow, illuminating the history of Punk Lords, the vows of those who wrote the legends, etched in the starry sky—

Growth. Victory. Encounter. Memorability.

Whatever the reason, tonight, the Milky Way belongs to you and me.

In particular, Fang Jie opened his phone and found that the games he had been getting for free, which he hadn't played much of yet because of the code, were suddenly giving out freebies.

—Interstellar Internet:

[Announcement. Due to network fluctuations, some users are experiencing interface display errors and abnormal information.]

[Currently, the anomaly has been resolved, and the interface display error will be fixed within 12 system hours.]

[Starry Peace Entertainment sincerely apologizes to the affected users and hereby issues compensation.]

happy.

This is about a short, pacifier-sucking guy from Pierpoint who, to remain anonymous, encountered a silver wolf trying to retrieve his account, and their negotiations broke down.

With a flick of his finger, Silver Wolf caused all the servers under Interstellar Peace Entertainment to explode with items, points, materials, and rewards, flooding every account's inbox like they'd eaten rocket-sized beans.

Silver Wolf, we've stopped laughing at you. Thank you, Wolf Lord, for your great love for humanity.

Those 76 accounts are probably gone forever.

happy.

"Speaking of which, Xingbao, where did your memories go back to?"

Fang Jie changed the subject, becoming more human, and genuinely curious about the matter, since his memories weren't constantly being updated.

The happy star suddenly froze, her face filled with sadness and melancholy, and collapsed to the ground after burning out.

All I could hear was her crying and screaming, "Waaaaah, the trash can, my trash can—!"

The speedrunner Belloberg made her miss out on so much, and that was no small matter.

So in the days that followed, she could rummage through the trash cans, Fang Jie began to laze around and wander everywhere, and Uncle Yang stopped losing his hair and became enthusiastic; they all had wonderful lives.

The next voyage is just around the corner.

……

……

"You're the kind of person whose mind is full of pretty girls."

It's a new day, and Kiana, now back to normal, is shaking her head at the dining table, as if she doesn't remember what happened before at all. She's gleefully casting a disdainful glance at the Valkyrie dormitory now that there's another freeloader.

"I'm such a sinful beautiful girl that I've gone to such lengths for you, but I won't agree to such an unreasonable request. Mei is mine."

She ruthlessly criticized Fang Jie, who neither went to school nor stopped going, and who was too greedy, always wanting more than he had.