Xingtie, started with a guitar, and made a living by singing

"...Who are you?"

As Xing tried hard to decipher the message, the voice spoke again.

"Use your own will to reach that ending."

"Look...He has noticed you."

Too many images flooded into Xing's mind. The originally stable star core in her body trembled again because of the gaze of the destructive star god Nanook, and was even about to explode with her as the medium. The pain that corroded her flesh, blood, and nerves was so severe.

however--

At this moment, a light and ethereal sound of piano was heard.

Nanook's attention shifted away from the annoying words, and the star core fell silent at this moment.

Xing struggled to open his eyes, and over there, Wendy, no longer as nonchalant as before, was floating quietly in the air, her fingertips resting on the harp.

"To place your own script above others and call it fate...Alas, why do I always run into people like you?"

There was a hint of resentment on his expression, but when he noticed Xing looking at him, he quickly revealed that playful yet trustworthy smile.

"Don't worry, I'm here. No one can force you to make a choice from now on. No one, whether I or them, can tamper with the will of a free soul."

Although Xing is still confused, she feels at ease...

It's like she has truly found her own path, even if this path seems bumpy compared to the ones prepared in the scripts, as long as she sets foot on it, she will become a "hero" under the push of the script.

But...she really didn't like walking on the path arranged for her by others.

She had had enough of the high-sounding rhetoric.

Things like "it's for your own good", "this is a better future", and "this is the only absolutely correct path".

She clearly hasn't even figured out who she is, clearly hasn't even been given the right to know, and clearly has so many doubts that haven't been answered, yet she's asked to make so many choices, as if she's artificially creating a "savior."

She can shine brightly, uphold a kind heart, and choose the path that is good for everyone, just like a star guiding the way forward.

but--

If even this kindness is regarded by others as part of her personality, it would be like a director in the audience carefully crafting every line for the actor.

So...how could she know whether she was truly enjoying this journey in the predetermined future, or simply playing such a role?

When the movement of the star core stopped, Wendy gently held the girl in her arms. She had closed her eyes and was enjoying a dreamless sleep.

"Rest well. When you wake up next time, everything that bothers you will be gone—"

The gentle voice made the sleeping girl even more attached to her, while Sanyueqi and Danheng also hurried over, and only breathed a sigh of relief after finding that Xing was fine.

March Seven was about to say something, but the poet had already pouted and said in a hushing voice, "We'll talk about this later. Let her get some sleep first."

Behind the poet, the Doomsday Beast, which had just begun to let out a shrill scream, raised its head. From its fingertips to its palms, and even its entire body, everything was shattered at that moment.

A thousand winds blew by, and the Doomsday Beast turned into dust.

Along with them were a group of virtual soldiers who invaded the space station.

Victory comes as quietly as the breeze.

Chapter 113: Black Tower, Hey Hey, Black Tower????

...Consciousness gradually recovered.

Although there was still a dull pain somewhere in my body, it was just an illusion lingering in my nerves; the real pain had long gone.

Xing could feel the control of his body gradually returning, and a blurry green figure appeared before his eyes.

"Hey, you seem to be awake?"

"Hmm..." Xing suddenly opened his eyes wide, but his expression still looked a little confused, which made the poet a little worried.

He came closer, and the fair and delicate face was right before his eyes.

"Come on, tell me. 'Three, two, one, two, three, ah ah—'"

"Three, two, one, one, two, three—No, it's just my body that's been grabbed by Doommon, there's nothing wrong with my brain!"

Xing immediately pushed his smirking face away, and sat up, stroking her forehead with a helpless expression.

"Yeah. Not bad, not bad. It seems you've recovered well and there's nothing serious wrong with your head. I'm relieved now."

Wendy maintained the posture of having her face pushed, still looking somewhat funny, almost to the point of being ingratiating.

"You, what's wrong with you? And what about the Doommon from earlier..."

"Well, don't worry! It can no longer affect the space station."

Wendy chuckled and sat down next to her bed, while also picking up the fruit that Station Master Ester had brought to comfort the heroes.

It was a bright red apple. Wendy took a bite of it, a look of satisfaction on her face.

"Ah, ah~ Crunchy and sweet, apples really are a gift from God!"

"...I thought the first apple in the sympathy room must belong to the patient."

Xing looked at Wendy, who picked up the apple and ate it without any hesitation, with a gloomy tone.

"Oh, sorry, sorry! It's been so long since I've had an apple, and I miss it so much."

Wendy finished most of the apple in two or three bites, then picked up the fruit knife and another apple, and asked with her head tilted.

"Do you like it peeled or unpeeled?"

"It will be all right."

"Then let's try both! Although I personally prefer unpeeled apples."

Wendy was very deft with her hands and she cut the apple in just a few strokes, even carving out a rabbit-like triangular shape.

"Here! Try it. Eating an apple will definitely make you feel better."

It was almost fed into the mouth.

As Xing chewed the apple, her eyes passed over the boy's slender fingertips. For some reason, she felt...

She always felt as if she had seen such a pair of hands somewhere before.

Just as pure white, just as soft and resilient, like a hand born for playing music.

However, that memory leads to a woman whose name he cannot remember.

It was hard for Xing to tell how he felt about her.

If you want to say how much you love someone, it is definitely not as great as the companions who fight side by side and live and die together.

To say how much I dislike her, it's not to the point of hating her, and I don't understand her well enough.

How can you hate someone whose name you don’t even know and who you know nothing about?

This confused and hesitant mood even makes the originally crisp and sweet apple taste like chewing wax.

Perhaps because she saw her bitter face again, Wendy actually fell over and rested her head directly on her thighs.

It's as if she wasn't treated as a patient...

"You don't look happy? Are you worried about the space station?"

“…I think it’s half and half.”

I can't say I care much about it, but after all, it's the place I risked my life to protect.

So, Xing answered vaguely.

At the same time, she didn't care about Wendy, but just let him rest his head on her thighs. She was grateful to Wendy for saving her before and even staying here to take care of her.

Of course, Xing does not maintain a distant and alienated relationship with others like he does with others.

This gap stems from Xing's lost memories, but for Wendy, she can feel that no matter how she behaves, he will tolerate her and allow her to define who she is.

Therefore, Xing trusts Wendy very much.

“Well, although I really want to say it’s okay, the main structure of the space station has indeed suffered varying degrees of damage.

But these have nothing to do with us. After all, the threat from the Legion has been resolved, and the Black Tower has returned. All that remains is for you to take good care of yourself."

Wendy swallowed the fruit and then looked at her eyelashes, which were slightly longer than those of ordinary people, and her pretty face, which looked steady but with a hint of uneasiness against her gray hair.

"Is that so... What about the others?"

Xing looked around. She was lucky enough to be assigned to a single luxury ward.

Of course, it is more likely that her companions fought for it for her. Although she finally passed out during the battle, she still deserves some credit, right?

"Are you talking about Sanyue, Danheng, Alan and the others? They're all fine. After visiting you, they all went back to their posts."

As she spoke, Wendy sat up and whispered to her.

"Your place is the quietest in the entire space station right now, so I'm hiding here to avoid being used as a cat's paw."

"Cat's paw?"

"Oh, it's a proverb - so busy that even the cat's paws are worth borrowing. It probably means that you're so busy that you're desperately in need of help."

"I see."

Although it felt like he had learned some useless knowledge, surprisingly, Xing didn't hate the feeling of being in the same room with each other and chatting about meaningless topics.

However, the chat did not last long before it was interrupted by a beeping sound.

Xing subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound. It was a mobile phone with a black and gold train color scheme.

"Oh, that's the communication device Jizi prepared for you. I guess she wants to talk to you about something."

As he spoke, Wendy also showed his cell phone with a harp lace pattern and smiled brightly.

"It's a good opportunity for us to exchange beacons. If you want to chat with me later, or go out for fun, or even just want to listen to some music, you can text me!"

"Ah good."

Xing was a little uncomfortable with Wendy's enthusiasm. It wasn't that she hated it or anything, but she simply felt that this kind of life should be far away from her.

Just after exchanging phone numbers, Xing saw a red dot in Wendy's avatar frame.

Then there was a series of news below.

Wendy: Hey? Looks like the friend request has been approved :D

Wendy: Remember to pin me to the top, and I will also pin you to the top of the message board.

Wendy: This way, if there’s anything fun in the future, I can share it first!

Message after message, and even though the person is right in front of her, she is still playing with her phone with great interest. Should we say that Wendy is really a bit like a child? Such a personality.

Xing thought to herself as she typed her reply a little clumsily.

After pinning him, Xing also looked at the message sent by Ji Zi.

The gist of it is simple, thanking her for her contribution to the space station, and mentioning that Heita has returned and hopes Xing can meet her.

...Jizi.

Xing had heard Sanyueqi talk about him. He seemed to be an old senior in the train team. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to meet him.

After getting off the hospital bed and stretching his muscles, Xing could feel that his injuries had basically recovered and he could travel normally.

So, taking Wendy, who originally wanted to hide in the room and be lazy, the two of them set off for the main control cabin.

During the period, they also saw many staff members rushing around, in addition to people from the Defense Department. When they saw the two of them, they would discuss in a low voice with respect in their eyes.

“…Everyone seems very grateful to us?”

"After all, you're the one who saved the space station. Even I can't help but get close to you!"

"You're such a smooth talker. You were the one who dealt with Doommon, I was just making things worse."

"But if you hadn't chosen to stay and help everyone fight the Doommon, buying time for me to come back.

The damage it causes will undoubtedly be even greater, so there's no need to be modest; take the credit for what belongs to you and enjoy the pleasure of being respected."

Wendy held Xing's hand, looking proud of herself.

She showed an expression of helplessness mixed with doting.