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

[Fu Xuan: You've finally figured it out from the bottom of your heart this time? Why doesn't your brain work at full speed? Is low power consumption really that comfortable?]

"Hahaha..." Qingque chuckled awkwardly, cold sweat seeping from her hair.

I never realized I'd thought that far ahead.

But there's nothing we can do. We've never experienced such a good life, so how can we think that far ahead?

In the Milky Way, the passion for the dream of Taiyi instantly waned by half.

Previously, when I experienced the IX with her on the Black Swan list, the shocking scenes were still vivid in my mind. Those who had experienced sensory synchronization had been trembling all over.

The company's employees lamented, "It's better to live a wretched life than to die... I'm not going to play the game of 'early enlightenment'."

But some are not afraid.

"What's there to be afraid of? Working 996 every day and still not saving much money, not even being able to find a wife, is a life you can see the end from the beginning all meaningless?"

"Besides, this is just speculation. Huang Quan didn't say that directly, did he? Even if the dream really does fall into nothingness, it will still take time, won't it?"

"Anyway, I'm just a short-lived species; a few decades is enough! If you only count holidays, the only time I truly have for myself in my life is until retirement; otherwise, I won't have even two years!"

……

On Sunday, a glint of light appeared in Pinocchio's eyes, which was somewhat unexpected.

IX? That's a tricky guy.

Since that's the case, then we'll just have to try... to cut it off.

In the light screen, Huang Quan asked again, the topic becoming increasingly urgent and critical: "If this beautiful dream is destined to shatter, everything will leave: friends, relatives, strangers; then the gentle breeze, the flying birds, the stars... and finally yourself."

Xing frowned, looking at the dazzling yet symbolic band of light of IX. With more experience, she couldn't help but fall into deep thought again.

Huang Quan elaborated further: "Everyone, everyone in their memories, those smiles and tears, the promises fulfilled and those not fulfilled... will all eventually reach their predetermined end. If you knew the destination of this journey from the very beginning..."

"Will you embark on this journey again?"

[Fireworks: This time it wasn't Little Gray who decluttered on her own, but rather the incompetent husband watching all his "wives" get terminal cancer? And that sounds familiar. Little Gray, what drives you to expand?]

[Star: Hope I'm doing well! And Huang Quan, why does your description make it sound like I'm about to become the Last King? Surely the Japanese aren't that cruel?]

[Black Tower: It also feels somewhat like the end of nothingness.]

After Huang Quan finished speaking, Xing also finished his thoughts.

She didn't offer any grand or impassioned words. This time, she simply smiled, hands on her hips, and said matter-of-factly, "I will continue to explore without hesitation."

Huang Quan's usually serious expression finally softened into a relieved smile: "I'm glad. The answer isn't important; what's important is that you've made your decision."

"Listen, touch, think, and you will gain feelings. Cherish them, for through feelings we exist. This is the only answer humanity can offer in the face of nothingness."

"If nothingness is the most primal fear and tremor of life, then any sublime belief seems insignificant in its immense shadow..."

She turned to look at the dark sun: "Then behind this shadow, there must also be the most intense light source in the world."

Huang Quan and Xing looked together at the edge of the sun, at that tiny yet incredibly dazzling band of light: "Just as every life heading towards death is growing passionately, towards the end of [nothingness]..."

"We chase after that first light."

[March 7th: This is too much of a riddle! Lady Huangquan, what do you even know? Why don't you just explain it clearly? Ugh, I won't be able to sleep tonight!]

[Changyeyue: Don't worry, I'll help you.]

The screen then switched to a different image.

In a world overflowing with resentment.

A crimson palm guides a jet-black arm.

Having learned of his own state of being, Tirnan was finally ready to truly fall into slumber.

Mikhail: Ternan, how I long to see you again. And Lazarina too…

As Tirnan lay dying, he was surprisingly at peace, even sighing with relief at the person before him: "Even though he was in the [Void], he still watched over people as they left the [Void]..."

"What an absurd and meaningless mission."

"But it requires someone to accomplish it." Huang Quan's gaze paused slightly, then quickly returned to normal: "As for the significance you mentioned..."

"Even without it, haven't I gotten to where I am today?"

Tirnan asked, "Even if the future you create, it might not belong to you?"

Huang Quan had no obsession with this, and instead said slowly, "It may not belong to me, but it will definitely belong to someone."

But Tirnan sensed the bitterness behind that open-mindedness: "How difficult your past must have been..."

"In that case, let me do something meaningless..."

Finally, please tell me your name.

[March 7th: Right, the name Huang Quan certainly doesn't sound like a human name. Like Miss Xi Lian, it's probably just a pen name or a code name, right?]

[Star: So, what's her name?]

[Black Tower: The title of a Void Executor?]

[Walter: Just like Xilian...]

In what ways are they the same?

Walter pinched his chin, the reflection from his glasses glaringly bright.

Those four words inevitably surfaced in my mind.

"..." Huang Quan fell silent. Even she hesitated and felt heartache for that tragic past.

Tirnan pleaded, "Perhaps in the next moment, my existence will vanish... No one will remember this conversation, or your answer..."

[Star: Haha... Now, probably only Huang Quan will remember...]

"But I still believe... your name should be remembered..."

"And this universe... will remember it."

With all his might, Tirnan made his last stand.

He wasn't fixated on a name; rather, he felt that Huang Quan was worthy of it.

"..." Huang Quan took a deep breath. Even she felt a pang of nostalgia because of Tirnan's words: "There are some things that I can hardly remember, but there are also some things... that I can hardly forget."

"This is memory, something created by the past that can blossom with meaning in the distant future."

"I still remember that it was the starting point of my journey, the red source of my life, the most intense and passionate thing in every storm..."

"That's my name..."

Everyone in the universe turned to listen intently.

Walter held his breath and focused intently.

Huang Quan slowly uttered those seven words: "Thunder and Lightning, Guardian of the River of Oblivion, Mei."