Collapse Iron: My Past Life Revealed, I Was Everyone's White Moonlight

The scene in the sky was completely plunged into darkness the moment the stardust dissipated.

Lu Li... is dead.

The audience outside the canopy fell silent.

Soon, the sky brightened again.

The scene shifts to the spaceship that is leaving Putero and undergoing a jump.

Just like before, Kafka was staring blankly out the window.

He's dead...

He really... doesn't want her anymore.

Kafka watched the rapidly passing sea of ​​stars outside the window, and the submachine gun in her hand slipped to the ground.

Kafka slowly lowered her head, looking at her empty palms.

Gone.

That gentle hand, that tender yet helpless smile he gave her...

Everything is gone...

Kafka began to tremble.

Not just the hands, but the whole person.

From fingertips to wrists, from arms to shoulders, from shoulders to the whole body.

Something strange, cold and piercing surged up from her stomach, climbing down her spine to her throat.

The pain in her heart made her bend over, and finally she knelt on the ground in agony.

It was as if someone had ripped a hole in her chest cavity and dug out the most important thing inside.

All that's left is an empty hole.

The cold wind kept blowing in.

Kafka knelt on the ground, clutching her heart tightly with both hands, sobbing, "Ah...ah..."

It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping my heart tightly, then cruelly crushing it into powder.

Difficulty breathing, cold extremities.

Tears welled up and fell silently.

My hands are empty.

The world is empty.

Something called "loss" exploded in her heart.

What followed was a surge of unfamiliar emotions capable of shattering the soul into dust.

She suddenly remembered what Lu Li had said.

"Fear is the feeling of not wanting to lose something you have when you possess something very, very important."

original.

This... is fear.

When the only light in your life goes out, when you possess the most precious treasure but can only watch it vanish.

This feeling is enough to tear your soul apart.

It's called—fear.

It turns out that he had been teaching her for so long just for this moment.

Let her understand what it feels like when the only thing she cares about in this world vanishes before her eyes.

The final "daily routine" is the final farewell.

And what Lu Li said to her at the end.

Although she couldn't hear, she knew what Lu Li was saying.

sorry……

He was apologizing because he broke his promise.

That phrase, "Together forever," became—

The gentlest lie in the world.

"what……"

Kafka clutched her heart, a tear falling onto the back of her hand.

Scalding hot.

"Ahhh..."

The second drop, the third drop...

The dam has burst.

"Aaaaaaaaahh ...

The sky suddenly went black amidst that roar.

Then a line of text quietly appeared in the center of the dark screen.

She is a fearless hunter, an elegant witch.

But only towards him did he tremble with fear.

[Act One: Silent Protection.]

【--over--】

The somber background music slowly climbed to a climax, then gradually faded away...faded away.

In the end, only one piano piece remained.

The mournful sound echoed throughout the universe.

It rang for a long time.

long time.

……

Beyond the sky.

They were all crying their eyes out.

No galaxy is quiet.

Countless viewers, regardless of race or political stance, had tears in their eyes at this moment for this story.

They watched as a "monster" slowly grew a "heart".

She also watched as the person who gave her that heart burned away bit by bit.

The chat remained silent for about ten seconds.

Then things exploded.

[Interstellar Passerby A: ??? That's it? That's it??? Where's my knife?! I'm going to send this damn system a knife!!!]

[Screenwriter, come out here! I won't kill you! I'm just making fun of you! Waaaaah...]

[Wanting to slack off and play cards: Why did it end like this?! I can't accept it!]

[Junior Sister of the Taixu Sword Sect: He only wanted her to learn to be afraid... but he himself became her greatest fear in this life...]

[Master, I don't want to learn swordsmanship anymore... Waaah... It's too hard, the sword I protect is too painful!]

[Company henchman: So Kaffa's line, "I don't have time to be afraid"... wasn't because she wasn't afraid, but because the thing that scared her the most was gone?]

[Luofu Cloud Rider: Brother upstairs, please stop talking. My heart is aching.]

[Black Tower's solo fan: Why?! Why?! He killed the Legion, he killed the Commander, and now he's going to die by his own hand?!]

[Luofu Cloud Cavalry: Salute to the warriors! All Cloud Cavalry soldiers, remove your hats—a salute!]

Immediately afterwards, lines of text appeared in unison on the screen.

[Luofu Cloud Cavalry: Salute! Unsung heroes!]

[Belloburg's Iron Guard: Salute! Unsung Heroes!]

[Employee of Interstellar Peace Corporation: Respect...the God of Pure Love.]

[Want to slack off and play cards: Lu Li... give me back my tears! I'm not watching anymore, refund my money!]

Throughout the universe, on countless planets.

Some people were crying so hard at a roadside food stall that they smashed their wine glasses; others were staring blankly with red eyes in a luxurious office; the general of the Immortal Ship abandoned his usual laziness, stood up, and bowed slightly towards the sky.

At this moment, the entire universe turned into a sea of ​​tears.

He lied.

"Together forever" is the sweetest phrase in the universe.

It is also the cruelest.

Kafka believed it.

Everyone believed it.

And then everyone's heart—

It's all broken.

……

at the same time.

The interior of the Star Core Hunter's spaceship was deathly silent.

Silver Wolf stared blankly at the darkening sky, then looked at the figure beside him who had been motionless since the beginning.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

comfort?

She didn't know how to comfort her.

Silver Wolf discovered it for the first time.

How pale and powerless my proud hacking skills and logical thinking are in the face of such pure and intense emotions.

Kafka remained in that position, standing quietly.

Her face was already covered in tears.

Those were not tears feigned by "word magic," but the most genuine sorrow emanating from the depths of the soul.

Those memories she had sealed away with her own hands to gain the "strength to keep going" have all awakened.

I'm completely awake.

"Ah Li..."

Kafka reached out, as if trying to touch the frozen image on the screen.

My fingertips touched only a cold porthole.

Just like back on Putaro, she couldn't get off the spaceship and hold his hand again no matter what.

Why...

Eriol, why did you make me see this?

Didn't you say that?

If I follow the script, can everything change?

Why... do I have to go through the pain of losing him again?

In Kaffa's heart.

For the first time, I began to doubt the idea of ​​being a "slave to fate."

……

I don't know how much time passed.

Seeing the distraught Kafka, Silver Wolf still didn't dare to breathe.

At this moment, Kafka's face was devoid of tears, but also devoid of any expression.

Like a beautiful but lifeless ceramic doll.

She just stared blankly at the dark sky outside the porthole, as if trying to see through it.

Just then, a sudden message forced Silver Wolf to speak.

"Hey, Kafka..." Silver Wolf spoke cautiously, "Elio... just sent a new script."

Kafka did not react at all.

Silver Wolf forced himself to continue, "The script... the script is very strange, it only has one sentence."

"Just like I said before, by following the script, you will be able to see the people you want to see."

"And Elio said that from then on you don't have to follow any script and can decide to do whatever you want."

"He said...it's something he owes that man."

Upon hearing the words "that man," Kafka's body finally trembled slightly.

She slowly turned her head to look at the silver wolf.

"Silver Wolf".

Kafka's voice was flat.

"Where to go next for the script?"

Silver Wolf quickly looked and said, "Black Tower Space Station, Star Train."

Kafka nodded without replying, sat down, and picked up her submachine gun again to clean it.

Those wine-red eyes seemed to have regained their usual composure and elegance.

But... I don't know why.

Silver Wolf, however, seemed to see in her an almost obsessive madness he had never seen in Kafka before.

……