Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

[Firework: That's right. The child's brain isn't normal to begin with. If this bump makes him even more mentally unstable, that would be terrible.]

[Star: Come on, Fireworks, get on the train. I have a secret ancient massage technique that uses a baseball bat as a tool to sculpt a pair of watermelon-sized, perky buttocks for your skinny body!]

The train crew, and many people around the world, immediately tensed up.

If the savior were to actually be eliminated right at the beginning, that would be hilarious; Aha would probably laugh his teeth out. As for destroying the Iron Tomb, forget about it!

Among these anxious individuals, Dan Heng was the most so. His eyes sharpened as he silently scanned the chat group, looking at those "old acquaintances" he avoided like the plague.

To ensure that the Dragon Transformation Technique achieves its life-saving capabilities, a fleeting amount of flesh and blood is essential.

If their future is indeed this perilous, then it is imperative to prepare an insurance policy in advance. Jingyuan... should we go find him?

No choice!

Danheng silently made a certain decision.

At the same time, a murmur came from the light screen.

The heat of the flames beside her and the hardness of the gravel slowly roused Xing from her reverie.

She stood up and discovered that the carriage had been transformed into a giant open-air heater.

It's still fresh in my mind that Pam enthusiastically recommended the safe house not long ago, but I never expected that the backlash would come so quickly, like a tornado.

This train carriage is as fragile as paper!

"...Danheng?"

She endured the pain and walked to her companion. He was sitting against the ruins, one knee bent, with one hand resting on his knee.

Such a cool landing pose...

Xing sighed, "It's time to name the third reincarnation..."

[Star: Danheng, you died so tragically, waaaaah!]

[March 7th: Don't give up on saving him! Wait, what the heck is this third-generation reincarnation?]

[Dan Heng: Cough, it's probably just normal nonsense.]

"Phew~~" He breathed a long sigh of relief, finally putting his mind at ease, and even ignoring Xing's antics.

etc--

Xing's expression froze for a moment, then he suddenly noticed that Dan Heng's chest was rising and falling, proving that his vital signs were not yet weak.

"Artificial respiration? Or slap him?" Xing hesitated between the two miraculous methods to revive a person.

Both of them held immense allure for her, but unfortunately, there was only one dying Danheng.

Xing fell into deep thought.

[March 7th: No, how did that second option even come to mind?]

[Fireworks: Elbow strikes open airways, slaps restore heartbeat! This is a universally effective secret technique!]

[March 7th: A hundred, a hundred times it doesn't work? Then why bother trying it? Wait, what universe's secret method is this?]

[Fireworks: Gala Gekimu.]

Xing recalled the scene of her first meeting with Dan Heng on March 7th...

A sense of destiny, as if fate had brought them together, welled up within Xing.

"Yes, that's what we'll do."

It sounded like someone was shouting in her ear: "Go ahead and do it!"

It was truly a devilishly seductive sound. After much hesitation, she finally bent down...

"I'm sorry, Danheng!" she said apologetically, but her lips curled up in a smirk, and her eyes gleamed with eager anticipation.

"...What did I apologize for?" Dan Heng slowly woke up, still puzzled.

Xing's expression immediately fell, her brows furrowing with deep disappointment and regret: Oh no, I was too slow!

She touched her head and smiled awkwardly but politely, "I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you."

[Fireworks: Huh?! I've already come up with my fanfiction, and this is what I get? I'm going to lie back down and faint again!]

[March 7th: No, our train crew are all half-brothers and sisters, messing around with everything will only hurt you!]

Inside the Starry Sky Train, Dan Heng looked at Xing speechlessly: "Don't think about using everything to play with."

Xing's eyes darted around as she whistled, pretending she knew nothing.

[Black Tower: Thankfully, the beginning of this cosmic salvation plan has finally come to a less than perfect end.]

Inside the private screening room for the Golden Generation.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

That was too close! If the savior had died right at the start, then all of them might as well have collectively converted to the treacherous demigod.

Moreover, if I'm not mistaken, the power of that attack just now...

Everyone turned to look at the "prince" of Xuanfeng City.

Wan Di was drenched in sweat.

Nicardoli, the bestower, the leader of a thousand armies. You've really grown in skill!

[Star: I understand now, it must be someone coming to Gushigan! He's terrified of my genius mind, afraid that my profound thoughts will corrupt the Iron Tomb—no, I mean, corrupt it! That's why he ambushed me!]

[Lagushi: Your confidence is enviable.]

[Hanabi: No, I would have believed you if you had given me a more reasonable reason.]

[Wan Di: Although I really want to say it's all his fault, I'm sorry everyone, the source of that attack was the Titan of Strife in Suspended Peak City—Nicardoli.]

[Karslana: Understood... I'll nip the danger in the bud...]

[Star: Oh~ Little Black, you're reliable!]

[Wan Di: No, the real situation back then was... Nicardori went mad for some unknown reason and kept trying to kill the Necromancer Titan. And judging from the angle just now, it was when the train and the Colossus of Cephalus were aligned. So...]

Upon hearing his explanation, everyone's brows twitched, and their expressions became extremely strange.

[Star: You mean, in thirty million lifetimes, the train arrived precisely at the exact moment Nicardoli threw his javelin. And in the vast sky of Onphalus, the train appeared at the exact right time and place?]

【Wan Di: Yes.】

The world was immediately in an uproar.

The train crew was completely dumbfounded.

Therefore, this was not just an unplanned accident, but rather, it was more accurate to say that the train caught it precisely than that Nicardoli shot it accurately.

Does this mean... suicide?!

[Fireworks: What kind of world-ending blunder is this? The Iron Tomb hasn't even hatched yet, and the righteous faction almost killed themselves?]

[Black Tower: If the senior were to see this scene outside of mythology, he would probably be speechless.]

[Karslana: It won't affect... Nicardoli's re-entry into reincarnation... It won't do any harm...]

Dan Heng felt his face burning and his body sweating profusely.

Given that there are only two people in the carriage, could Xing be the one driving?

Who would have thought that he would be the one to cause this blunder?

"Ahem," Himeko coughed twice, quickly trying to smooth things over, "It seems the train's automatic driving system needs improvement."

[Star: Black Swan, I suspect it's your "sudden intervention" again. If you had arrived even a minute earlier or a second later...]

[Black Swan: Well... but anyway, everyone's alright, right? And we even saved Cephalos's life, so in a sense, it's a win-win situation, a blessing in disguise, isn't it?]

[Star: Good grief, they can even turn a funeral into a celebration? But since I'm still alive, I'll let it slide for now.]

As they spoke, the light screen lit up again.

Dan Heng and Xing were on the balcony of a marble building, with flowers, birds and fish outside the window, a breathtaking view.

It seems they have successfully established contact with Ohma and are being treated as honored guests.

But Danheng had no interest in appreciating any of this.

His face was filled with deep sorrow, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.

There's something... I've never told you about it.