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

[Star: Hmph~ Come on! I'm ready. Which high khan will be leading the charge this time? Or, whose messenger has been snatched away by Nanook again?]

[March 7th: Silence, Fading Light, and who's the latest to be revealed? That's right, the King Forger! Who's next?]

[Gold Placer: Is it time for the company to suffer?]

No further complicated subplots appeared; the two chatted casually before finally returning to Onpharos.

The Iron Tomb, the omnipotent assassin who is the mastermind behind the King of Machines, stands once again in the scene.

Kafka whispered, "Ahead, there are only two possibilities."

"Two possibilities?" Silver Wolf nodded. "Fifty-fifty."

[Bai Er: Finally, is our future about to unfold?]

Everyone in the galaxy was completely absorbed.

This isn't a near-miss in the "what if" scenario; it's the real fate they're about to face!

Inside the train, Xing rubbed her cheeks, her scalp, which had been almost numb from being bombarded with a series of bombshell news, feeling much more at ease.

Although the conversation between the two in the light screen was far from turning the tide, the devastation of those bad endings was enough to make many people weep with joy.

"Finally, finally, can we see hope?"

The child ate his fill of knives earlier, and now with just a little sugar added, it tastes especially sweet.

Not to mention, the success rate is as high as 50%!

I'm content!

……

Silver Wolf carefully recalled the contents of the script: "In possibility A..."

The scene shifts to Star kneeling with his head bowed on the ground beneath the black cross-shaped shadow of the Iron Tomb.

As I write, the core of the shadow's chest overlaps with it, and is infused with a torrent of black and red data.

Xing tentatively reached out and placed her hand on the book.

In an instant, the books and the cold palace transformed into a warm autumn village, with golden ears of wheat growing abundantly and delightfully.

[Star: Wow~~ Does this mean that after all the waiting, the sun will shine through?]

[Rick: Judging solely from the impressions conveyed through stream of consciousness, that's certainly true. However... the overall layout still seems eerie.]

Just as Xing was about to laugh, he heard Silver Wolf speak again.

"Onpharos's [memory] will still lead to [destruction]."

Her heart skipped a beat, and the image on the screen, mirroring her, looked up with a trembling gaze, only to be greeted by a sweet farewell: "Little Grey, see you tomorrow..."

It was Tibo, along with Tian and Tining, their bright smiles radiating in the sunlight.

Then, in a very short time, greetings from the Golden Descendants came one after another.

"Thank you for making this wish come true for me." On the other side of the River Styx, amidst a sea of ​​purple flowers, Xia Die and Polycia nodded to her.

The statues of Kauslana stretched out their hands: "Join me, and become heroes!"

Saifeier smiled, clutching the gold coin; Cerrudra's raised chess piece gleamed; Anaxagoras laughed maniacally; Medemus faced his enemy alone; Aglaia and she played a game of intertwining golden threads, extending their fingers to each other. Xilian, with her hands behind her back, flashed her a sweet smile…

As soon as she finished speaking, Xingfang suddenly found herself in the bustling streets of Onpharos, letting Mimi's little paws pull her finger as she ran happily through the crowd, laughing freely!

As you walk among the strolling Golden Descendants, you are greeted with friendly glances.

Freedom, comfort, everything felt like a long-awaited holiday, so wonderful.

"We will definitely write an ending unlike any other♪"

until……

The pink little paws detached from her fingers.

The golden world bathed in sunlight is invaded by streams of black and red data.

Xing's eyes trembled violently as she screamed and grabbed forward, as if grasping at anything could salvage everything.

But... it was all for nothing.

All the leisurely scenes were captured in a lifelike painting, in which they waved to her, and then...

Turned to ashes in the flames!

Xing's knees buckled, and she knelt helplessly amidst the burning, collapsing ruins. Her eyes were vacant as she stared at the papers lying on the ground, scorched and mottled with flames, just like the ones I had written. Those papers, carrying precious memories, scattered and danced in the air before quickly turning to ashes.

Her movements were exactly the same as at the beginning.

"Holy crap!" Xing woke up suddenly inside the train, gasping for breath, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.

"Why is it another knife attack? And to make sure the knife crits, they even sprinkled some sugar on me first, stacking up the vulnerability effect, right?"

How could she not understand?

All the beautiful things she saw after pressing the book were memories, or perhaps the most beautiful images that the Golden Descendants deliberately left for her before their sacrifice.

In the future, she will simply be immersed in the beauty of the past.

Aglaia, Naksha, Bai'er, and Xilian—they will never come back to smile at her again.

However, he soon found himself unable to even deceive himself.

The only evidence of the existence of the galactic protagonists who shared life and death with her—as I have written—will also cease to exist!

In the light screen, Kafka took a deep breath, seemingly to console her across time and space, or perhaps to console herself: "For [Pioneering], farewell is inevitable. On the road to fighting [Destruction], we must all get used to loss."

Familiar figures, even earth beasts and chimeras, flashed through the black and red data stream, rising and falling, each displaying their own unique, playful past. The only thing they had in common was that none of them remained.

[Star: What a joke! I can't get used to it, I absolutely can't! Why should noble souls die laughing, while the perpetrators get what they want?!]

"Only in this way..." Kaffa sighed softly, "can we move forward!"

The last page in Xing's hand burst into flames.

The Golden Bloods rose with fighting spirit and charged headlong toward the Iron Tomb.

A mournful and drawn-out farewell song began.

Xi Lian, Kelude, Heseyin... one after another, their figures transformed into a set of 0s and 1s.

33550337, the number of the cycle finally settled.

[Xia Die: Even with the brilliant plans of Black Tower and Screw Gum, the trapping of Lai Gu Shi by Xi Lian and Lord Xing, and the combined forces of the Golden Descendants, Wu Lou Jing Zi, and numerous extraterrestrial allies, they still cannot destroy the Iron Tomb. Is the Milky Way destined for destruction?]

[March 7th: Ragus is too difficult to deal with!]

[Black Tower: No, pay attention to the words of these Star Core Hunters. "Only in this way can we continue forward," meaning the train was preserved, and the pioneering continues. Therefore, we have reason to guess that the galaxy was also preserved, but as the battlefield of this earth-shattering war, Onpharos couldn't withstand it… To be blunt, it's not a bad ending, considering the opponent was a predecessor. In a contest with him, it's hard to imagine achieving a perfect victory without paying a price.]

[Star: No, I won't accept it!]

Xing gritted her teeth, a shiver running through her body. She suddenly remembered the words of another man: "Losing a close friend who shares your joys and sorrows is not a victory; it's just a defeat that torments you for life. I will never accept such a fate."

She clenched her fists, her nails digging bloody marks into her palms.

That makes so much sense.

She understood that feeling...