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

Looking at Xing's eyes, which showed no sign of backing down despite past sorrows and a firm belief in shaping a better future, Dahlia said with envy, "You know what? I often wonder if what I'm doing right now is a gift from the capriciousness of fate. I haven't decided anything; I'm just being manipulated by it."

[Black Swan: Why do I feel that you're so proactive and seem to really enjoy it?]

Dahlia suddenly changed the subject, a smile like a wildcat tasting frozen fish playing on her lips: "But at this moment, I don't care, because my joy is real, and my sorrow is real."

[Black Swan: I knew it... Darling, how could you possibly have that melancholic temperament?]

[Fireworks: In that case, I, on one hand, grieve for the dahlia, and on the other hand, congratulate the dahlia.]

"You will be the same. Remember, if you have any regrets that you absolutely must make up for, shout them out with all your might in your heart, let them reach the end of time, so that the [Last King] who is about to embark on his journey can hear them."

"The fact that you can see this black cat means that the [Last King] is just passing you by. The power of one of them cannot change much, but your past is the future of the Last King."

"If it remembers your voice and decides to change something in its future, your past will also change."

[March 7th: You can do this? So, the Last King can do it without attracting those moths...]

[Dan Heng: The Butterfly Effect.]

[March 7th: Yes! Is it possible to change the past without causing a butterfly effect? ​​To change only one person's past, a single point in time?!]

[Black Tower: ...I never thought of that. Although time machines have never been invented, the scientific community has long concluded that daring to mess with time means inviting trouble. But can the Last King prevent causality from functioning properly by reversing time? Wouldn't that mean He can repair the world to His liking without any burden? How exactly did the Last King obtain such inconceivable power when He ascended?]

[Yao Guang: Ha~~ Fate is truly amazing. Once you understand something, you suddenly feel the world has expanded.]

[Qingque: But saying these things now... is this some kind of preemptive warning? Something sounds off about this. What exactly happened? Don't make it sound like we're really going to use up all our "backup hidden energy"! I just arrived in Pinocchio, and haven't even been here for two days yet!]

[Rick: Ah~ This is the taste of a masterpiece! This is what's called "Chekhov's Gun"—in a great play, if a gun appears in the first act, it must be fired before the third act! The last king's remains have appeared, so it will inevitably play its role!]

[Star: I knew it... So this time, I'm not just simply uncovering memories. I'm reshaping the past!]

That was close!

A cold sweat broke out on her back. Didn't this mean that if she had chosen to back down in the light screen and the dahlia had left, some irreversible disaster might have occurred?

It was a close call!

[Fireworks: I, on the one hand, feel sorrow for Little Gray, and on the other hand, I offer my congratulations to Little Gray.]

[Star: You don't have any other words?!]

[Fireworks: Repetition is art. And, if your desire is strong enough, I may choose not to offer my congratulations.]

[Xing: ...Letting you escape is the biggest mistake I've ever made! Danheng, quickly check the restrooms, what if she's hiding on the train again? This time, we absolutely can't let her get away with it.]

"Perhaps it is precisely because the world is destined to be broken that an ordinary girl is able to receive the bouquet she longs for."

The dahlia unleashed its power of memory, guiding the star to connect with the remnants of the last king's body.

Xing's consciousness became hazy and obscure. In the dim light, she seemed to see a purple disc, shaped like an hourglass, but with lines like a Möbius strip.

A line of rhythmic words appears faintly above it: Try to contact the power of the [Last King] and make up for the final deficiency.

"Go, deliver that bouquet yourself, so that no one will have any regrets."

She waved her hands in all directions, following her instincts, piecing together fragments of memory into a cracked shattered mirror.

Buzz!

The high-frequency vibrations and white light engulfed the star, and she even disappeared directly from the room.

Dahlia crossed her arms contentedly, watching the black cat turn transparent as she murmured to herself, "I hope we can meet again, Star... the only one who can please me."

She gazed in the direction of the Eternal Flame Mansion, her reminiscence tinged with pride: "Father... destruction is not a moment of grandeur, nor is fate and memory."

After saying that, she walked to a clock, her gentle and quiet demeanor somewhat unlike her usual self.

"Only by burning the winter wilderness with raging fire can those things that cannot be destroyed be brought back to life."

"This is the experience of the cultivators in recreating the world, and also the empty-handed genius of the painters."

"They sat amidst the embers and drew the morning star, knowing best that the stars only turn when one is extremely hungry."

"Why does life fall asleep?" Her words became extremely philosophical, even highlighted in red like the underworld: "You will eventually (already) find the answer that belongs to you."

[Fireworks: Father~ Your unfilial son~ Your son is so sorry~~ Quack!]

Himeko: Eyo...

[March 7th: What does it mean? True gold fears no fire?]

[Rick: Pretty much. A true artist dares to set fires, dares to ruthlessly slash the characters they create! The shining aspects of humanity will radiate an especially brilliant light on the darkest night!]

[Star: No, I don't want that kind of thing...]

A flash of light, and Xing shook his head, realizing that he was actually in the Golden Hour, or rather... the Golden Hour of the past.

Here, the shadowy figures of memory are everywhere, robins, emeralds, gold dust, Doctor Truth... everywhere is filled with information she has never known.

She frowned slightly. Despite her ominous premonition, she wouldn't allow anything she would regret to happen: "Then, let's go and retrieve everything we've forgotten."

She searched everywhere. Dr. Truth was showing concern for Sand Gold.

"Arrogant gambler, I've seen through your tricks. You're not lucky at all; you're just not a drunkard and always sober."

"Ha—let's take the gamble then. Come on, today's perfect for a few more drinks. Once I'm really drunk, you'll realize how wrong you were. But I don't care about the outcome—what in this world is more precious than possibility?"

Meanwhile, Emerald and Robin are secretly negotiating a deal, and Sunday's fate may be decided at this moment.

However, she couldn't worry about those things right now.

She walked further and saw a familiar and important figure.

Dahlia, and... Silver Wolf, standing on two steps, enjoying the dahlia's gaze, which could barely be described as looking up at him.