Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

"Hmph hmph hmph~♪"

On March 7th, he hummed an unknown tune while poking at the bubbles on the water's surface with his fingers.

"What a beautiful day! The pioneering mission is complete, so it's a rare treat to relax and enjoy a bath~♪"

March 7th squinted comfortably, a satisfied smile on his face.

However, just as she was immersed in her beautiful daydreams...

A strange spatial rift suddenly opened up in the center of the bathroom!

"W-What's going on?!"

On March 7th, he instantly became alert and instinctively wanted to get up and defend himself.

But she soon realized that she was now completely naked.

He could only instinctively shrink his body into the water, leaving only his head and reddened shoulders exposed.

A man's figure fell out of the crack and crashed heavily onto the bathroom's tiled floor.

"Bang!"

"Ouch, that hurts..."

The man covered his head and sat up, grimacing.

March 7th stared wide-eyed at the man who had suddenly appeared before him.

Her brain went blank for a moment, and she had no idea what was going on.

After taking in his surroundings, the man paused for a moment, then sighed helplessly.

"Holy crap...where did I get resurrected again?"

He complained in a tone that seemed unsurprised, as if he were already used to this situation.

Then, the two looked at each other.

March 7th: "..."

Qiye: "..."

The air suddenly became quiet.

At this moment, March 7th was soaking in the bathtub, the water level just covering her fragrant shoulders, with only a small pink head showing.

Her face turned even redder from the hot water.

March 7th looked at the uninvited guest in front of him with a bewildered expression.

Qi Ye looked down at her own condition.

He glanced at the shocked girl soaking in the bathtub, her cheeks flushed, and a slightly embarrassed smile appeared on his face.

"Uh... this... I didn't mean to... please don't yell..."

But no sooner had he finished speaking than March 7's screams echoed throughout the entire Star Train:

"Ah!!! There's a pervert!!!"

Her pretty face instantly turned bright red.

She glared at Qiye with a mixture of shame and anger, her hands tightly guarding her chest.

Qi Ye quickly covered her ears, sighing inwardly:

I knew it.

[System notification: Host death and resurrection detected. Current resurrection location: Star Train - Bathroom]

[Resurrection Side Effect: Random resurrection (Resurrection location this time: a rather awkward place)]

[Friendly Reminder: The host has been resurrected 47 times and has died a total of 47 times. Resurrection locations include, but are not limited to:]

Ice fields, volcanoes, the deep sea, garbage dumps, sewers, and all sorts of strange places.

At that moment, March 7's cry was like an electric drill, piercing straight into Qiye's skull.

No, if they keep yelling like that, everyone on the train will rush in.

He died forty-seven times, and he didn't want to die for the forty-eighth time.

At least I don't want to die for a crime like "peeping at a beautiful girl taking a bath".

At this critical moment, a screen of light unfolded before his eyes.

[System notification: The system has detected that the host is in an extremely awkward and potentially fatal situation.]

[Passive Trigger: "Forced Calm" light cone is activated]

[Light Cone Name: "The Unflappable Poker Face"]

Rarity: ★★★★

[Ability: Can apply a forced calming effect to any target within the field of vision, instantly putting them into a state of absolute rationality for 1 minute.]

[Side effect: The host will fall into an existential nihilistic state for 3 minutes.]

During this period, the host will feel that life is meaningless, everything is empty, and will have a strong urge to end their own life.

[Friendly Reminder: This light cone is bound to a host and cannot be traded.]

Best of luck!

Qiye: "???"

Wait, no, who told you to activate it?!

Before he could even protest, a strange power surged from his chest and spread in all directions.

An invisible ripple swept across the entire bathroom.

The screams on March 7th came to an abrupt halt.

The girl blinked, and the flush on her face faded at a visible speed.

She lowered her hands, which she had been protecting her chest, and her expression changed from shame and indignation to calm.

"oh."

March 7th said in a completely flat tone.

"Thinking about it carefully, this is indeed just a low-probability event in terms of probability."

The generation of spatial rifts is an objective physical phenomenon that exists in the universe.

And the time you fell into my bathroom just happened to coincide with the time I was taking a shower.

From a statistical perspective, while the probability of this happening is low, it is not impossible.

She tilted her head and looked at Qiye with calm eyes.

"Moreover, judging from his landing posture and reaction speed, he certainly did not have any malicious intent."

His first reaction was to protect his head to reduce the impact damage, rather than to observe his surroundings.

This shows that his attention was completely focused on himself.

From a criminal psychology perspective, this does not exhibit the characteristics of premeditated crime.

March 7th nodded, drawing a conclusion:

"In conclusion, I should not feel angry or ashamed."

This was just a simple accident.

Qi Ye opened her mouth.

Although he was grateful that March 7th stopped calling him that, what was with this way of speaking?

Why does it feel like I'm possessed by something strange?

Then, the side effects appeared.

Qi Ye felt as if her consciousness had been suddenly pulled into a deep well by an invisible hand.

The world suddenly felt very far away.

He saw March 7th sitting in the bathtub, analyzing the probability of the event with a blank expression.

He saw water stains on the bathroom tiles and water droplets formed by condensation on the mirror.

What's the point of all this?

He asked himself.

What's the point of time travel?

What's the point of dying forty-seven times?

What's the point of trying to live?

The entire universe is nothing more than a random combination of countless atoms.

Human joys and sorrows are nothing more than illusions produced by the firing of neurons.

The so-called meaning is nothing more than a lie fabricated by carbon-based life forms to combat their anxiety about death.

He, living in the night, is but an insignificant speck of dust in this absurd universe.

Alive, dead.

What's the difference?

He slowly stood up, staring blankly ahead.

A serene smile, as if after profound enlightenment, graced his face.

"yes."

He said softly.

"It's all meaningless."

March 7th turned to look at him and calmly asked:

Are you experiencing some kind of unusual fluctuation in your mental state?

"fluctuation?"

Qi Ye smiled, a smile as serene as that of a meditating high monk.

"No, I just finally saw the truth."

This world, this universe, you, me, this bathroom.

This bath towel is all emptiness, utterly meaningless.

He looked down at his hands.

"I tried hard to sell light cones in order to survive."

He muttered to himself.

"But now I understand."

Whether alive or dead, it is essentially a change in the arrangement of atoms.

What's there to care about?

He raised his head, his gaze passing over March 7th and over everything in the bathroom.

It felt as if we had pierced through the walls of the Star Train and seen an endless sea of ​​stars.

"Perhaps, it's not so bad to end it like this."

Qi Ye said softly, a smile of disillusionment still playing on her lips.

"The forty-eighth death will probably come soon."