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

A galaxy covered in icy cold waves suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

The scene, as magnificent as jewels, was truly beautiful, but the hearts of the viewers were colder than those of solid ice.

This means... the entire universe is frozen because of the choices made in memory?

But as the Long Night Moon made its promise to March 7th, the crimson power spread throughout the galaxy, melting the ice wherever it passed and restoring life to the universe.

"Let the melody of oblivion resound from the land of eternity!"

[Robin: Is this scene... merely an impressionistic representation, or is it actually true?]

The chat group fell silent because she asked the question everyone wanted to know!

Thanks to their empathy ability, they all experienced being frozen in place for a moment, then thawed out. But because this empathy also has the basic function of protecting individual users' lives, things suddenly went wrong!

They did not actually lose consciousness due to the "freezing" of the universe, but rather experienced firsthand the terror of their souls and bodies separating and then solidifying.

It doesn't hurt at all, but it gives you a strange, agonizing feeling, like being consciously thrown into the mouth of a Void Star God!

Could this really happen in the future?!

[Black Tower: Everyone has probably experienced that feeling firsthand. Mere impressions can't capture that "realism."]

[March 7th: This... what exactly did the memory choose? Does this mean it's turning the entire universe into a photograph? How is this any different from the Iron Tomb?!]

[Lygus: Of course. The Iron Tomb will kill the incompetent Old Gods and revitalize intellect. But if "memory" can capture the content of a scene, well... you made a very good analogy just now, the galaxy will become a permanently still photograph. Life will no longer reproduce, planetary orbits will no longer move, and even destiny will decay...]

[Star: Congratulations, March! Your wisdom has been recognized by Zandal!]

[March 7th: You...who can be happy at a time like this!]

"Day 97".

The scene flashed, and the magnificent spectacle disappeared from everyone's sight.

On the first day, the viewers were placed in the same small, candlelit cabin that had been there at the beginning.

Changyeyue embraced the sleeping March 7 from behind, gently stroking her cheek with her hand, and whispered in her ear as if telling a trivial bedtime story: "Leave it to me, say goodnight to the world. My dear March 7."

This is a promise, and also a farewell.

Changyeyue stepped into the crimson river of blood, sheltered from the wind and rain by a black umbrella. A group photo taken by the entire train crew floated into her hands.

She set off.

Just like a promise to bring a beloved mother to a child after a long journey, the ordinary tone reveals a confident determination.

She sweetly promised, "In the world that returns to its former purity, your wishes and my promises will be fulfilled."

"Let's continue to explore and innovate with the Star Train!"

[Star: Red bean paste? Oh my god! Let's team up on the train forever in March, I can do anything!]

[March 7th: You're really relaxing...]

[Black Swan: The future of the universe is truly fraught with peril. I'm now actually starting to hope that Miss Changyeyue will return victorious. It seems she's actually shouldering the mission of saving the universe twice, from the Iron Tomb and from the unknown forces of memory?]

[Black Tower: If it's the power of memory at work, then Chang Yeyue is truly the most suitable candidate to subside this cosmic tide. After all, there's no more suitable profession than "forgetting."]

[Qingque: Go for it, Changyeyue! You have to succeed! My eight hundred years of slacking off for the rest of my life depend on you! I want to slack off at work, but I don't want to slack off in my entire life!]

[Bai'er: What... what did Onpharos do to deserve this?]

[Cerudela: Ha, one apocalyptic crisis after another is about to erupt here. The Star Gods really think highly of us! Even a chimera could figure out this level of crisis with a snap of their fingers—Memory Star God Fuli, you who haven't even been officially born yet, you were definitely watching, weren't you? You did this!]

[March 7th: Huh?!]

[Xi Lian: Based on the information available, I'm afraid no one else could write such a tragic story. Even Miss Xia Die's little hobby can only be considered lighthearted.]

[Xia Die: Is it really that pessimistic?]

[Black Tower: This is bad... This is really bad.]

[Silver Wolf: LOL, what's the point of nagging? Anyone can see it's bad.]

[Black Tower: Hmph~? I'm not just talking about the Milky Way, but also about the little guys in the train crew. As we all know, the birth of Fuli in the future is a foregone conclusion, and if He fails to bring us the ending we want, does that mean that Fuli's choice did not fall to March 7th or Long Night Moon? And that means...]

March 7th: Am I gone?

[Star: Damn it, the Great Expedition failed, and we even got wiped out! No way, I can't accept this!]

[Potio: She's got a treasure! Which little cutie became the Star Goddess of Memory? What good does it do her?]

[March 7th: Yeah, this is bound to end badly for my uncle's family, right? Unless... unless she doesn't do this, it will end badly for my maternal grandmother's family, crushing the universe into a photograph, at least leaving a memento.]

[Xi Lian: I imagine it must have been a story so tragic it would have made people cry.]

[Walter: It's not that tragic. At least, I don't think the final choice for Fu Li has been decided yet. Otherwise, even if Chang Yeyue's power of forgetting memories were to be suppressed, it wouldn't be able to bridge the gap in size between Star Gods. At least, there's still room for reversal now that all this has happened!]

[Yao Guang: A stroke of luck amidst misfortune. At least we still have a chance to fight for it.]

[Bai E: Should we really pin our hopes on Changyeyue's plan?]

Many people in the universe are silently smiling bitterly.

Now, they're actually counting on the yandere girl they'd been vehemently opposing not long ago to turn the tide.

There was really no way around it; Onphalus's thunderbolts were just too many, and each one was bigger and louder than the last!

—[Next up: Deadly Rescue.]

[Star: Rescue... Speaking of which, Black Swan and I are still being treated as prisoners under Changyeyue, aren't we? Changyeyue... Yandere... If those two words are combined, hmm... she wouldn't like playing with whips, candles, ropes, or other toys, would she?]

[Long Night Moon: If you like it, it's not impossible.]

[Star: Ah no no no!!!]

Xing's throat tightened with tension as she stared intently at the light screen.

My heart was pounding.

Chang Yeyue, she probably just seems a bit yandere, right? Probably.

The light screen slowly lit up.

What puzzled Xing was that this place was not a gap in memory, nor a base for forgetting.

Instead... the train's bathroom?