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

[March 7th: So... Lady Black Tower can turn the tide? Smash the Iron Tomb?]

[Star: Isn't this a bit too unparalleled, my Lady Black Tower!]

[Black Tower: Of course, what's that... I really want to say that. But it's obvious that even if the senior suddenly had a change of heart and betrayed the Iron Tomb, it wouldn't be possible to destroy it in an instant at this crucial moment.]

[Qingque: What do we do then? You're not telling me that all we're going to do next is die with more dignity, are you?]

[Black Tower: Lady Black Tower disdains such flashy and impractical things. Although I can't do it, and neither can my senior, there is one guy who can...]

[Walter: A man of profound knowledge!]

[The Black Tower: That's right. As the root of this series of events, He must be persuaded. And the audience mechanism that is being activated is the mechanism that connects to His mind.]

[Fu Xuan: Facing a Star God as a mortal... the danger is too high. That immense computing power might instantly reduce you to ashes.]

[Black Tower: Hmph, of course I know. But if we cower, Iron Tomb will leave us not even ashes. And I never care if someone can take shelter in my shadow, but the situation is urgent now. If it can solve the problem, even stepping on my shoulders… is fine! Of course, not on my head. As for what happens next… wish me luck, no, wish us all good luck. Hopefully, the machine head hasn't been fooled too much by Iron Tomb, or maybe it's had enough and knows when to stop.]

[Star: Lady Black Tower is unparalleled!]

[Qingque: Lady Black Tower is incredibly intelligent!]

[March 7th: Lady Black Tower is stunningly beautiful!]

[Fireworks: Lady Black Tower's head is so pointed!]

[Black Tower Doll: Maliciously infiltrated, executing Z command: Expel!]

The calm clerk skillfully activated the system: "█▆Ready, maximum output power increased!"

The next second, the composed officer suddenly raised his voice, issuing a shrill warning: "Warning! The pulse will reach this ship in five seconds. Data is being corrupted!"

With a deft wave of her hand, Black Tower decisively seized the last window of opportunity: "Prepare to charge ███."

"Leave the final step to me."

After those words were spoken, the screen went completely still, and even the ticking sound that could be heard when the universe was reduced to zero disappeared.

Under the screen, everyone craned their necks in anticipation. Although the screen was empty, the sound of their excited and tense heartbeats was almost deafening.

With each passing second, they felt as if they had aged a whole year.

[Star: Go for it, Lady Black Tower! The fate of everyone in the universe rests on your shoulders!]

[March 7th: Help! Please don't let anything go wrong! If we have to go through that "give you hope, then suddenly despair" scenario again, I'll probably die of anger before the Iron Tomb even appears in the future. This is ridiculous, especially twice!]

[Fireworks: Venerable Master, please, just a little bit, be a decent human being! Just a tiny bit, a tiny bit will do! Hanging up now would really give many people a stroke.]

……

"Go into the consciousness of the erudite one and compete with the Iron Tomb for the steering wheel of thought?" Lai Gushi rested his head on one hand, a slight smile on his lips.

"A commendable awareness." A glimmer of hope shone in his eyes. "Even among geniuses, you're exceptional. If wisdom is a mineral deposit, then your treasure is far from being fully realized. To fail here would be a premature end. However…"

Can she turn the tide all by herself?

He understood that arrogant God, understood him perfectly!

He cannot be persuaded by mortals.

……

The light screen was completely black.

In what could be years, or in what could be just seconds...

hum!

A sound similar to a machine being powered on could be heard.

The light screen suddenly opened up!

[Star: Black Tower is awesome!!!]

The universe seemed to have turned into a giant movie theater, and everyone cheered in unison, creating a deafening roar.

[Robin: Phew~~ Thank goodness. Lady Black Tower deserves a hymn from the Galactic Chorus. If you don't mind, please let me compose the music for you.]

[Sunday: Actually, I also... cough, it's nothing.]

[March 7th: Thank goodness, if the signal had suddenly dropped, I'm afraid my heart would have stopped beating too.]

[Fu Xuan: Don't be too happy yet. This is just the first step on a long journey. The real challenge is persuading the Star God.]

[Qingque: So... what should I say? I can't exactly argue on the spot that it's the "first cause of life," can I?]

[Potio: Holy crap, is that even a question? The moment he met the Star God, his words were like a symphony of birdsong and fragrant flowers. Machine head, I'll appease your ancestors! How dare you push me to this point! I love you a thousand miles a day, I love you as if it were a lifetime ago!]

[March 7th: Wait a minute! The ancestor of the Venerable Vajrapani... was Zandal, right?]

[Scott: Wow~ Hahahaha! There's even ethical justification? This is too exciting, I can't take it anymore! Awooo~~!]

[Tail: Damn! Where did this pervert come from? Get out of my sight, I can already picture it!]

[Fireworks: This kind of fun is still too advanced for humans.]

[Star: Hmm... to be honest, I really want to see Black Tower berate the Venerable Master Boshi like that.]

The light screen lit up again.

However, upon closer inspection, the situation turned out to be quite different from what everyone had imagined.

There are no grand, powerful, or intimidating gods here; instead, it feels like a computer desktop background.

The files above are clearly visible: Onpharos Heroes Chronicle.exe, The Path of the Fire Chaser.exe, Mimi.exe, Administrator Comments.wav, δ-13.exe, Email.exe.

If people didn't recognize these things, they would probably think the director accidentally projected his computer screen.

But soon, all of this was obscured by a torrent of blood-red code.

At the very top of all the software, a pop-up window was extremely eye-catching.

"Civilization data reset progress: 5%..."

[Star: So the deaths of everyone in the galaxy weren't accidental at all. From the very beginning, Iron Tomb's goal was clearly to eliminate everyone!]

[Silver Wolf: Oh wow, after seeing the "client's" depiction of galactic destruction, you're showing me the code? Open source technology? Not bad, very much in the spirit of the internet. It's quite "good" of them all.]

[March 7th: Huh? So is this the Tomb of the Learned One or the Iron Tomb? Did we connect to the wrong place?]

[Black Tower: How is that possible? The audience device doesn't contain the Iron Tomb's IP address. This can only mean that the Iron Tomb's connection with the Wise One is already very deep.]

[Scott: Hahaha! Deeper, deeper still. To be able to see it with my own eyes, even enter the Iron Tomb and the Astral God of Intelligence, and even lick it evenly through the screen, ah~ it's absolutely exhilarating! My blood is... boiling!]

[Tail: I'm about to have a lungache from watching this! What is this guy saying? Can't anyone do anything about it?!]