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

Only a few people from the Starry Sky Train remained in the square.

Plus Sambo, who was still teetering in the corner, debating whether to slip away.

March 7th glanced in the direction Xi'er had left, then looked at Qi Ye, who was standing motionless in place, and tentatively asked:

"Are we... now free to move around?"

"It's obvious."

Xing nodded and said

"Now that nobody's watching us, we can go open the treasure chests!"

Dan Heng leaned against the rock wall, arms crossed, and remained silent for a long while before, for the first time ever, speaking up:

"Free time is fine too."

With Uncle Yang gone to Yongdong Ridge, the matter of the Star Core is basically settled.

Consider this time as an opportunity to survey the terrain and customs of the lower districts, so I can report back to Himeko.

He added, unusually, "It's rare to have some peace and quiet."

March 7th nodded and stretched:

"Alright, since Uncle Yang has personally taken charge, what problems could possibly arise with the Star Core?"

Treat it as a vacation! Even though the lower levels were cold and dark, it was still a pretty good experience.

She turned to speak to Qiye, but saw him squinting as he scanned the edge of the square.

His expression looked like he was looking for something.

"What's wrong?"

"Sambo ran away."

Qi Ye pointed to the empty spot in the corner.

Sambo was just squatting there pretending to be a pile of scrap metal, but now he's all gone.

He clicked his tongue, a hint of regret in his voice.

"I should have collected some money from him just now, but I was careless."

Xing then spoke earnestly:

"It's okay, I'll make it up to him next time I see him."

When he said that was all he had on him, given his personality, he must have been hiding more than that.

Interest will be increased next time.

"you're right."

Qi Ye nodded, and the two exchanged a knowing glance.

March 7th watched the two lovable clowns work together seamlessly, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

I was just about to say something to salvage Xing's values, which haven't been completely corrupted yet.

Xing suddenly turned her head and her gaze fell on a trash can in the corner of the square.

It was rusty, and a broken iron chain still hung on the lid.

Her eyes lit up.

"That trash can is glowing!"

March 7th followed her gaze.

All I could see was an ordinary trash can, with even the recycling sign almost completely covered by rust.

"That's rust reflecting light, not emitting light."

"You don't understand, this is my intuition."

Xing had already slung the baseball bat over his shoulder and started walking towards the trash can.

On March 7th, he grabbed her sleeve, his voice rising half a tone:

"Last time you said the glowing thing was a suitcase, but when you opened it, there was a little girl inside!"

Last time you said the glowing thing was a clerk's box, and when you opened it, you found that kind of thing!

Do you know that afterwards, that clerk would avoid us whenever he saw us in the cafeteria?

You can't rummage through the trash anymore!

Xing turned her head and looked at her with an expression that said, "How can you be so ignorant?"

The first two times were accidents.

I have a feeling there's something good inside this time.

On March 7th, he used all his strength to drag her back, his heels scraping two shallow marks on the ground:

That's not a treasure chest! That's a trash can!

If you keep going down there, the whole lower level will think everyone on the Star Train is a garbage collector!

"I wasn't picking up trash, I was opening a treasure chest!"

As Xing was being dragged along, she retorted with righteous indignation.

Dan Heng watched the two figures walk further and further away towards the trash can, sighed, and then turned to Qi Ye:

"I'm going to investigate the terrain and local conditions in this area."

After they finished rummaging through the trash cans, we met up at the entrance to Panyan Town.

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked in another direction, his steps steady, his back as reliable as a moving lighthouse.

Moved, Qi Ye watched his retreating figure and couldn't help but call out:

"You're the most reliable one, Danheng! A brother for life!"

Dan Heng paused for a moment.

He didn't turn around, but simply raised his hand to make a "I understand" gesture, and then continued walking forward.

Just as Danheng's figure disappeared at the alley entrance, March 7th was still having a tug-of-war with Xing over trash cans.

A pale blue light screen, visible only to Qi Ye, unfolded before his eyes.

[System notification: The system has detected that the host is enjoying a rare moment of solitude.]

Having just experienced the emotional turmoil of reuniting with her father, she is in a stable state of mind and is well-suited to accepting new influences.

The thoughtful little system automatically matches a suitable light cone.

[Light Cone Name: "Tighten Up"]

Rarity: ★★★★

[Ability: Able to remain calm and composed in the face of any situation.]

This allows one to continuously accumulate and store the power of holding one's breath, with the amount stored being directly proportional to the number of times one holds one's breath and the difficulty of doing so.

When needed, all stored power can be released at once, with no theoretical upper limit.

Wanting to laugh is a human instinct; holding it in is a human virtue.

Simply put, the longer you hold back, the more explosive the explosion will be.

[Side effect: If you can't hold it in, you will be randomly given a mental illness experience card that lasts for a whole day.]

The experience card contains random content, which may include hallucinations, delusions, emotional outbursts, or the feeling of being a tree.

It cannot be predicted, nor can it be resolved in advance.

【Friendly reminder: This light cone is especially suitable for people who can stretch】

A moment of calm can bring peace, but taking a step back can open up a whole new world.

But if you really can't hold back, I suggest finding a secluded place to go crazy in secret.

After all, nobody wants to see you suddenly squatting in a corner chatting with a trash can.

Qi Ye stared at the screen for a long time.

I couldn't help but recall Danheng's reliable figure disappearing into the alleyway.

In particular, his calm and reliable image remained in Qi Ye's mind.

No matter how outrageous the situation, they can remain calm and composed.

Isn't this the very essence of "holding on"?

Qi Ye thought about it more and more and felt that this light cone and Dan Heng were a match made in heaven.

Danheng's daily routine consists of holding back, holding back from complaining, and holding back from getting angry.

Don't let the screams of March 7th and the logic of the stars sway you.

If you were to sell him this light cone, his face could probably accumulate enough power to punch a Star God to shatter him.

"I'll sell it to him later; after all, we're brothers for life!"

As Qi Ye muttered to himself, he slapped the light cone onto himself, deciding to experience the effect firsthand.

"But let me test the effect first, after all, I have a super high tolerance."

"It's just about holding on. What can't someone who's died fifty times hold on to?"

With this confidence, he walked toward the star and the direction of March 7th.

Then he saw it.

Xing pulled something out of the trash can.

A long wooden stick with a suspiciously shaped, brownish cloth strip tied to the top, from which an unknown liquid was dripping.

The star held it high above its head, like a warrior pulling a holy sword from a stone.

With a smug expression on her face, she turned and shouted towards March 7th:

"March 7th! Look! I've found a divine weapon!"