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

[March 7th: Oh! Smiling as I write the next page... Looks like this time it's going to be a truly delightful human comedy, right?]

[Xi Lian: This style feels so familiar. I wonder if it's related to Onphalus. If so, then a romantic story unlike any other is finally about to take the stage?]

[Black Swan: Whether comedy or tragedy, it is destined to be one of the most dazzling jewels in the crown of memory. Perhaps only the perilous and unpredictable war of the gods can surpass it... Fortunately, the existence of this light screen allows me to observe Onphalus from afar, without having to profane it up close.]

[Dahlia: I'm afraid it's been violated, isn't it? Darling, you've learned your lesson this time, aren't you going to retaliate?]

[Black Swan: I am very different from someone else, and I will correct myself.]

[Dahlia: Hmph, I'm afraid it's just a temporary moment of clarity...]

[March 7th: It's here! There are words!]

——【Next up: A Thousand Stars Journey: [Beyond the Story: Episode 8]】

[Star: It's happening again. Why does the director always skip around like this? What about the previous seven episodes?]

[Rick: From an artistic point of view, perhaps it's been overlooked because it's insignificant, perhaps it's irrelevant to the present moment, perhaps... don't you all think that this 8 is quite fitting for Onphalus's Möbius strip?]

[March 7th: No matter what, I love listening to sweet little stories the most. This title, placed in a comic, clearly indicates a side story—popcorn and soda are all laid out!]

[Virtual Image: Hmm... I still hope for something a little more exciting.]

The chat group quickly fell silent. The geniuses on the space station picked up their steaming coffees, the generals and their subordinates of the Immortal Ship Alliance leisurely ate their breakfast, and the company's executives brazenly slacked off during work hours...

Everyone felt that all signs indicated that they could finally relax their tense nerves.

The light screen flashed from the darkness, and the first sound of the hospital's monitoring equipment ticking away filled the air. March 7th, Su Chang, and the others were stunned, while Jing Yuan, Hei Ta, and others showed signs of doubt before quickly consuming the food and refreshments at hand.

In the dimly lit room, the only light came from the soft lamp in the hibernation pod, and the white-haired girl inside was breathing steadily.

"From now on, it's up to her to rely on herself..."

Silver Wolf glanced left and right at the cluttered holographic control screen, casually asking the woman beside the floor-to-ceiling window, "Does Onpharos need my help?"

"Don't worry. We're just spectators in this scene." Kafka gently swirled the red wine in her glass and took a leisurely sip.

Outside the window to her side, the enormous Möbius strip gleamed, but the right half, bounded by the central connection point, was completely permeated with an ominous black and red hue.

But Kafka seemed confident: "The Star Train is heading in the right direction..."

The camera pans to the black cat at her feet, its golden vertical pupils fixed intently on the celestial body that is gradually changing color.

As Kafka spoke her next sentence, the black cat's pupils blinked and suddenly turned sky blue, and its vertical pupils transformed into round pupils similar to those of a human.

It penetrated and interfered with the future!

"Facing the Great Khan's Iron Tomb."

[Star: The Last King has unleashed his power. By the way, is this black cat the legendary Eriol, the slave of fate?]

[March 7th: It's not that bad, they were just slaves.]

[Star: Hey, that's about it. Come on, Little Ai, give your sister a meow.]

She was completely oblivious to the subtle atmosphere, fully demonstrating the protagonist's ability to be oblivious.

Xing listened with great interest to the casual conversation of her former colleagues, hoping that they might spill some more gossip.

……

A flash of light appeared in the black cat's eyes, and the reflected Möbius strip transformed into a golden roulette wheel.

Kafka, recalling those discarded scripts, casually remarked, "Of all the possibilities, this is the safest path?"

"Do you remember Lusaka, the ocean planet?"

The scene shifts, and the train enters a galaxy paved with the spine of a giant hand.

Encased within massive, translucent white ribs, a deep blue planet, completely covered by waves, appears fragile and delicate at first glance.

Silver Wolf nodded: "The script says that the Nameless Guest will experience a uneventful adventure..."

The train, transformed into a sailboat, sails far away on the dreamlike colored sea, while the star stands in front of the mast, enjoying the spray and sea breeze.

[Star: Oh wow? It really is a "side story"? Looks like they're planning to talk about stories from other scripts?]

[March 7th: The timeline has changed, right? That's quite interesting! Wait, look at the end of the ship's cabin, how come Sunday is also on the ship?]

[Star: Hmm... He fled to avoid punishment? Sigh, that's how it is for civil servants; once they lose control of their desires, things can get really bad.]

[March 7th: Can't you wish someone well? Can't you just hitch a ride?]

[Black Tower: Star Train, has it picked up another passenger?]

[Sunday: No way...]

Sunday's brow furrowed deeply. His plan was about to launch, and if it succeeded, he would never have time to travel again. But if it failed... it seemed unlikely he would have a second half of his life.

He was confused.

Did it work out or not?

But he soon lost interest in thinking about these things.

Or rather, no one in the world has the mind to think about these things anymore.

……

"And much later..." Silver Wolf changed the subject.

Gone are the days of easy and gentle adventure; what lies before everyone is the burning ruins of Onpharos.

There was also a witch holding her wand high, her steps firm and resolute.

She lit the last torch in this world of despair.

"Yi Ting has finally revealed the truth to Ongfaros..."

"The price, however, was that the Black Tower suffered."

……

Inside the train, Xing and March 7th were both stunned. Like twins on a spiritual level, the unfinished chewing bits in their mouths scattered on the ground, and the newly opened bottles of soda in their hands remained stuck at their lips, unable to swallow.

"Who's attacking the Iron Tomb? The Black Tower?!"

"Isn't this suicide?"

"Wait, wasn't everything peaceful up ahead? What does this mean?"

"You're only just realizing it?" Dan Heng looked at the two with considerable envy. How exactly did they manage to be completely oblivious to the subtle changes when their brains decided to operate at low power?

If Danfeng and Ren had such abilities, would they have such a deep-seated grudge?

"What would happen in a worldline where the train doesn't go to Onpharos, the Necromancer Titan has no heir, and the Nameless Titan's Tomb remains undiscovered?"

Xing's brain started working again, and her face suddenly darkened: "Could this be... all bad endings?!"

Does that mean that Bai E and Xi Lian are really beyond saving?

My appetite vanished instantly.

[Star: Lady Black Tower is beautiful and kind-hearted, Lady Black Tower is righteous and awe-inspiring. But Lady Black Tower, are you confident in taking on the Annihilation Lord one-on-one? How do you plan to counter that attack that could flatten the universe?]