Beng Tie: What does it mean to broaden one's four destinies in one sentence?

Aside from shouting slogans and causing trouble, he didn't do anything earth-shattering while controlling Bronya.

How did I suddenly catch the eye of the Star God?

Does Amber King like this style of art?

The more outrageous the act, the stronger it becomes?

Should he start a live stream in the game with the title "The Amusing Journey of the Fate Walker, Even Amber King Says It's Good"?

As Lin Si's mind wandered, she watched Cocolia cry while holding her daughter.

Although this is just a game, and although Cocolia is just an NPC, this hug belongs to Bronya.

Lin Si didn't hesitate; he quit the game.

The light and shadow before my eyes dissipated, replaced by a familiar ceiling.

He took off his glasses, got up, and pushed his wheelchair toward the living room.

"Mom, I'm hungry! I want to eat braised pork!"

In the living room, Lin Si's mother was watching TV, a comedy program was playing. Hearing her son's voice, she turned around with a smile.

"Awake?"

She stood up and picked up the fruit plate from the coffee table.

"Have some fruit to fill your stomach first, Mom will make it for you!"

"okay!"

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Bronya stared blankly at her mother, who was sobbing uncontrollably, and felt her embrace.

She could feel her mother's shoulders trembling slightly, her hands holding her tightening, and warm tears dripping onto the nape of her neck.

She had never seen her mother cry.

In my memory, Cocolia will always be the woman standing at the highest point of Cripperburg, overlooking the entire city.

He was a majestic guardian to the people, a gentle mother to her, and a ruthless decision-maker to the enemy.

But never, never.

So out of control, so fragile, so...

Like someone who has finally laid down all their burdens.

Bronya remained silent for a long time.

This time, when the Demon King suddenly went offline, she didn't complain in her heart like she had before.

She simply reached out her hands and hugged her mother in return.

"Mother....."

The sound was very soft. Cocolia's body stiffened for a moment, then she hugged him even tighter.

After a long while, she finally let go of Bronya and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"It's alright, Bronya."

Her voice still trembled with tears, but the corners of her mouth had already curved into a smile.

"I'm just... so happy."

Bronya looked at her with a complicated expression.

She had many questions to ask.

I want to ask my mother why she cried, and I want to ask why the rifle melted.

But the words stuck in his throat.

Cocolia took a deep breath, as if she had taken off a suit of armor that she had worn for too long.

She looked down at the lance that had fallen to the ground during the hug; its crimson barrel stood out conspicuously in the office.

She bent down, picked it up, and put it back in Bronya's hand.

Then she looked at the gun, at her daughter's hand holding it, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Bronya, let's go."

She took Bronya's other hand and held it tightly.

"Mom will take you to see something."

Before Bronya could react, she was pulled away.

They walked through the long corridors of Cripper Castle, out the gates, out of the administrative district, and into the snowstorm.

Bronya looked down at the lance in her hand.

She knew this lance was a weapon passed down through generations of Great Guardians, but at this moment, it looked different from what she remembered.

The lance radiated intense heat in her hands, and a crimson light flowed from its body, like a small, warm current enveloping the mother and daughter.

Despite the wind and snow, I didn't feel the slightest bit of cold.

Along the way, those monsters from the rifts, those creations that should have been rampaging in the wind and snow, all retreated after seeing the light emanating from the lance.

They dared not approach.

Cocolia didn't say anything more, but just held her daughter's hand tightly and walked ahead.

Her figure appeared somewhat frail in the wind and snow, but her steps were quick, as if she were rushing to a 'date' that she had been preparing for a very long time.

Bronya didn't ask where they were going; she knew her mother would tell her.

They came to the edge of a cliff.

Cocolia stopped, let go of her hand, and pointed downwards.

"Bronya, look there."

Bronya looked in the direction she was pointing.

Then her breathing stopped for a moment.

Below the cliff was a valley covered in ice and snow, and in the very center of the valley sat a huge mechanical creation.

It sat there quietly, like a small mountain.

Snow covered most of its body, revealing only its well-defined shoulder armor and a drooping giant arm.

Even in its slumber, it exudes a suffocating sense of oppression.

Bronya understood at a glance.

This is what Schwarzlo called the creation engine.

"This machine is called the Creation Engine."

Cocolia's voice came from the side, calm in tone, but with a light in her eyes that Bronya had never seen before.

"If you want to do something, it is absolutely the most important step."

She paused.

"You don't need to worry about energy issues either; I have a way to get it moving. And it will act entirely on your will."

Bronya turned to look at her mother.

Cocolia didn't look at her; she was still staring at the enormous machine.

She suddenly became more talkative, as if she had been holding back her words for many years and had finally found someone to pour them out to.

"Over the years, I have collected information on the rifts outside of Belloborg, totaling about several dozen."

She stretched out her hand and gestured in the air.

"At that time, you can use this creation engine to sweep away those rifts with overwhelming force."

"Then use the lance in your hand to clear away the snow and wind."

Her voice grew faster and more urgent, as if she were afraid there wouldn't be enough time.

"Once the snowstorm stops, Belleburg's territory can expand further. The mines to the north, the plains to the east, and those frozen farmlands to the west..."

"All of them can be reused."

"The blockade between the upper and lower zones can also be completely lifted. The earth marrow veins will be mined uniformly, and resources will be distributed uniformly. At that time, there will no longer be a distinction between the upper and lower zones, only..."

"Belloberg".

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, as if she were describing a dream she had had for a long time.

Bronya remained silent for a long time.

The wind whistled in my ears, snow fell on my shoulders, and the lance in my hand gleamed silently.

She did not interrupt her mother.

Not a single word.

She didn't speak until Cocolia finished.