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

Xi Lian was nowhere to be seen, but her voice came from all directions, gently enveloping Xing: "I know you will find this place."

[March 7th: Is this Sudarsana? It's so beautiful!]

[Black Tower: No, to be precise, it's the unfinished Sudarsana Heaven. One can clearly sense that while the essence of memories here is abundant, it remains chaotic and not arranged in an orderly fashion.]

[Star: It's okay, now it's our turn to work.]

Xing followed the lingering images of memory, striding through the garden.

Finally, after running through a winding corridor, I reunited with the purple cube in the center of a wide-open square.

"The seeds of memory..." Xing frowned, her expression pained.

She could sense that the seed was much weaker than before, even compared to that fleeting glimpse of it.

Looking around, she saw a diverse array of memory-material beings gathered there. She instantly understood: "These memory-material beings are the [memories] of the Milky Way's inhabitants, accepted by Xi Lian."

She approached the seeds, the purple cubes still striving to radiate light: "Has her 'self' become so thin in order to protect them?"

【Crydella: How similar she is to Caislana?】

[The Black Tower: The sun burns itself to imprison darkness, while the moon scatters its brilliance to embrace hope. Is it no wonder that it was a work that Zandar initially placed high hopes on and labeled a "success"?]

[Jing Yuan: But more importantly, they possess a complete sense of self and did not become aids to the Iron Tomb as planned by the Lai Gu Shi. We are fortunate, the galaxy is fortunate!]

Xing took two steps forward, as if he wanted to say something.

But suddenly, the Black Tower's memories manifested, and a conversation quietly appeared before her eyes.

Those were memories from an unknown time ago. The genius witch warned the pink-clad girl, "Your destiny is very special; it's definitely not as simple as [Memory Spirit]. But there's one thing I'm certain of—"

"You are a meme born in Onphalus, awakened by the arrival of the star, and growing as she walks the path of [Memory]."

Xing was taken aback.

Meme? Growth? Is she Xi Lian's mother?

Before she could even register her surprise for a few seconds, a piece of news that was hardly good arrived.

Black Tower emphasized, "This means you can only exist by clinging to the memories of Star. If one day—even for just a few seconds—she forgets you, or loses the last connection with Onpharos…"

"Prepare for the worst—you will disappear into the memory realm without leaving a single number behind."

Xing's heart sank heavily.

[March 7th: Oops... I almost forgot about that!]

They already knew about this from the previous light screen, but what they didn't know was that this matter seemed to have been kept from Xing until now?

[Illusory Image: Something's not right, something's very wrong. Bringing up this kind of thing at a time like this is definitely not a good omen.]

[March 7th: Does this mean that even if we manage to turn the tide this time, we'll have to sacrifice... Ugh! I didn't say anything, I didn't think anything!]

[Xi Lian: We all prosper together, we all suffer together. How romantic! Hmm... I'm a little envious of Xi Lian♪]

[Star: Well, let's forget about this.]

[Xi Lian: Okay, enough joking. Thinking about it the other way around, doesn't this rule also mean that as long as my partners remember me, no matter how much physical pain I suffer, as long as the memory remains, I have a chance to start over? Doesn't thinking about it this way make me feel much better?]

[Star: Hiss... just a little bit.]

[Black Tower: Just like Doctor Stranger anchored to the Fourth Hour, or like Zendar being immortal and Vajrapani being indestructible? Ha, an interesting idea. But to think it's that perfect... well, I wish reality would turn out as you wish.]

Upon hearing this news through the light screen, Xing was struck as if by a bolt from the blue.

But soon, she reaffirmed her resolve.

She was determined to remember the whole world with her friends, so naturally, there was room for a girl in her mind!

"Since that's the case..."

Let us all remember the Milky Way.

Xing gently examined the seeds of memory, connecting them to her memory loop: "In this way, they will no longer be your memories alone."

[Bai'e: The Titan of the Necrotic World... After Onphalus went to the Milky Way, did it also lift up the universe? The prophecy is still coming true?]

[Fireworks: Tsk tsk, the world weightlifting champion has returned!]

Jingyuan: At this point, we have no choice but to tough it out.

People around the world were not as optimistic as the people in the entertainment industry.

After all, it's too crazy for one person to remember the entire universe. Even if you increase it to two people, it's hard to believe that there's much room for maneuver.

When Iron Tomb wiped out the universe in one move, the sheer number of numbers that stretched as far as the eye could see was a shock they would probably never forget. And the heartache and fear they felt as they were reduced to zero were indescribable.

Trying to rebuild from scratch with just two people? That's insane...

However, they have no other hope to place their hopes on now.

"Keep it up!"

Everyone in the world stared at the light screen, silently praying for the two remaining survivors struggling in the apocalypse.

……

Within the light screen, Xing closed her eyes, taking in all the movements and activity throughout the Milky Way.

She saw that everyone was still doing their duty before the Iron Tomb's attack arrived.

The pilot, still reeling from the experience, waved his arms in frustration and utter despair: "Is this the end? Damn it! We still had ammunition!"

The hacker, his remnants of memory clenching his teeth, cried out, "I can't hold back anymore! Survival is paramount! Evacuate—"

The medic, exhausted from his recollections, said, "Too many wounded... they're all dying..."

A commander, overcome with emotion, unleashed a torrent of profanity, which was censored as a single beep: "'Profanity,' hold the line! At all costs—"

Countless, incalculable memories drifted around.

A subtle smile appeared on Xing's lips.

No one gave up; everyone was still fighting. The Iron Tomb attacked with the fury of thirty million lifetimes, and they, in turn, had their own corresponding weapons—the hearts of the people were at their disposal!

Do, Lai, Mi, Fa...

For every thing that is remembered, a melody plays in the mind.

The tone became increasingly harsh as the number of memories accumulated.

Xing gritted her teeth, her brows furrowed: "The memories... are so heavy..."

But after seeing the state of the purple cube, she was still happy with it.

After a flash of white light, the seed of memory sprouted anew—MiMi!

She floated in mid-air, her little paws dangling, and babbled happily, "Mimi~~!"

Xing, oblivious to her condition, murmured to the pink little guy, enduring the pain, "Do you feel any better?"

"Hold on, [Savior]." The Black Tower's memory appeared behind her, this time not a past memory, but a true will.

She brought news that was hard to tell whether it was good or bad.

Black Tower said, speechless and somewhat annoyed, "I finally understand. The 'moment' calculated by the machine head isn't 'destruction'..."