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

[Fireworks: It was intentional, absolutely intentional! What normal person shakes hands like that? I was afraid they'd stick together and never be able to separate.]

[Xi Lian: Oh dear~~ Aren't these gloves with metal nail polish coverings a bit too aggressive when buttoned up?]

[Xu Zhao: Hiss... March 7th is in for a rough time.]

[Xi Lian: March 7th? I was talking about smashing the mirror, does it have anything to do with Miss March 7th? Does it mean she might get accidentally hurt?]

[Illusory Image: Hmm? Sigh... Little girl, you're still too naive.]

[Fireworks: You're not ashamed at all, but proud of it? Shouldn't you awkwardly change the subject at a time like this?]

[Xu Zhao: Am I such a vulgar person? Besides, given this situation, it would be a disservice to my status and imagination not to draw some entertaining little comics. And besides, don't you want to see them?]

[Fireworks: Hehehe...]

[March 7th: What nonsense are you all talking about?!]

[Long Night Moon: You dare to do something that makes March lose face? Hmph, no one in the entire universe will "remember" you~ including turning into a pile of bones in some corner of the world♭]

[Phantom Image: Ouch~~ I was wrong!]

[Fireworks: Tch~~ Only officials are allowed to set fires, while commoners are forbidden even to light lamps. You can eat the real thing, but we can't even imagine it or draw fan art. Is this what yandere possessiveness is?]

[Star: Huh? Who are you?]

[Sangbo: She looks familiar. This little girl with pigtails looks familiar.]

[Fireworks: Huh? No, are you really going to come and kill us? So ruthless and quiet? I'm sorry, Happy New Year, big brother and sister-in-law! I wish you a Happy New Year!]

[Long Night Moon: Hmph.]

[Phantom Image: That thing projected on the screen, it can't be our fault, right?]

As the two figures on the light screen gradually drew closer, Xu Zhao was eager to try.

Aha, you did a great job, you did an excellent job!

The background music suddenly became forceful and urgent.

Chang Yeyue embraced San Yueqi from behind, whispering in his ear, "When you wake up, everything will be over..."

[Walter: This is a very bad way of speaking.]

[March 7th: ? ? ?]

[Himeko: Why?]

March 7th's pupils constricted, but before she could react, Changye Yue pushed her away.

"what!"

The long night moon, like a crimson moon hanging high in the sky, looked down on the gradually sinking March 7th, and then the scene flashed.

The stream-of-consciousness scene finally ended, and the familiar and realistic scene returned to everyone's sight once again.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, or perhaps in the rain of senses, March 7th is held in the palm of a giant, long-night moon.

March 7th stared intently at another, incredibly large version of himself.

The crystal treasure chest that had flashed by earlier now burst open in my memory, its lid swirling open, and the vines of memory wrapped around and bound March 7, pulling her inside.

March 7th struggled desperately, pleading with its eyes.

Red eyes, blue and pink eyes... the faces of the two flashed frequently in the picture.

click!

The scene freezes, showing March 7th clinging to the outer edge of the treasure chest, trying to escape.

Her eyes, meanwhile, inexplicably turned crimson.

"I am you, the long night that follows me like a shadow."

"Forgetting me is the only way for you to live your life..."

"The greatest fortune."

Changyeyue raised her little finger and pressed it to her lips, silencing the entire world.

The crystal treasure chest closed in her palm.

The light curtain fell silent.

But soon, it suddenly lit up again. In the dim and silent "seabed," Changyeyue held the sleeping March 7th in her arms, her cheek gently pressed against her forehead. Pale-colored jellyfish surrounded the two of them, the swaying of their tentacles creating a drowsy gurgling sound.

Chang Yeyue opened her cold eyes, her crimson pupils flashing blue-pink, but her profound and ruthless demeanor was enough to make it clear who was who.

She wants to fulfill her wish for March 7th!

[Star: Hmm... I feel like I'm starting to get a brain. This whole video kept flashing back and forth, with Chang Yeyue appearing here and there, it made my eyes blurry. So far, I only remember two things: First, Chang Yeyue is really awesome! But I don't know exactly why, she's just awesome. Second, so Hei Qi Qi's name is Chang Yeyue?]

[Dan Heng: It's normal for a stream-of-consciousness style to work this way. Moreover, these are all manifestations of the fears of March 7th; in other words, it's a nightmare for her. At the very least, it shows that she had a very difficult time in Onphalos.]

[Black Tower: Not necessarily!]

[Himeko: Hmm? But surely all of this couldn't have happened out of nowhere, right? As they say, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night.]

[Black Tower: No, you misunderstand. I'm not questioning the suffering she endured, but the location. Ninety-seven days of isolation is certainly tragic, and it's understandable that she hoped to fight alongside others when they did. But don't you think there's an unavoidable element missing from the fear of March 97th?]

[Sunday: Regus! The iron golem in March 7th's memory is completely different from Regus, but it unexpectedly resembles the Pinocchio puppet...]

[Black Tower: Yes, it's him! So, I suspect these fears don't just come from Onphalus, but from all the fears of her entire life—note, her entire life!]

[March 7th: You mean, there's also the factor of my pre-amnesia period?!]

[Black Tower: It's not impossible, is it? Just like Changyeyue said, March 7th's greatest fortune is forgetting her. And what does forgetting her represent? It represents a complete break from the life before amnesia!]

[Star: Hiss... What exactly happened to me before three months ago?]

[Screw Gum: Things could be even more complicated. In our most unorthodox speculation, we could say that the predecessor of March 7th might have already become what all the Pure Ones yearn for—the Star Goddess of Memory! But if she truly reached that level, why would she confine herself to a self-imposed prison, making the universe forget her, in order to avert disaster?]

[Yao Guang: Then, because of the confession of "Candlelight Shadow" of the Long Night Moon, the predecessor of March 7th was far stronger than the ordinary Pure Child without leakage...]

[Star: Isn't this a contradiction?! If you're strong enough, you don't need to hide; if you're weak, you'll be letting down Changyeyue.]

Many people in the universe were suddenly stunned.

People like Su Chang and Gui Naifen had begun to have glazed eyes, their pupils rotating in opposite directions.

"Ah, both strong and weak..."

March 7th scratched his head in frustration: "This is too difficult. The fate of memories is really weird!"

[Star: How about we have Black Swan check on March again, just like she did with exploring the memories of the Underworld? Based on our experience, she's guaranteed to achieve results whenever she makes a move!]

[Fireworks: That's true. Apart from the situation being out of control, there's nothing wrong with it.]

Inside the fortune-telling room, the black swan stared wide-eyed.

You really want me dead!

According to the plot shown on the screen, she was only probing the memories of the memory thief, and after finding only a few clues, she was captured by Changyeyue, and her fate was unknown.

If she dares to go any further, let alone save the goose feather, she might not even be able to keep her whole body.

[Black Swan: You flatter me. I am merely a mediocre, borderline player. My previous actions were probably just coincidences; this kind of high-level game is not for me.]

[Yao Guang: You're too modest. I think your legendary story has only just begun.]

——【Next up: "Dear March 7th"】