Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

Chapter 270 The only way to end the tragedy of Onphalus.

Each number represents the rise and fall of an entire cycle, a complete life compressed into a cold serial number.

Screw Gum's mechanical eyes flickered slightly. He recalled that when he first connected to the Onfaros system, he had searched for historical environmental data of Ohma and its surrounding area for research purposes.

His conclusion at the time was that this land, while not perfectly meeting the needs of all life forms, at least fully met the conventional standards of "livability"—having a stable water source, a suitable temperature, and fertile soil.

He was puzzled at the time: why did the "Imperial Scepter," which was supposed to be a breeding ground for despair and was running an "anti-life equation," not exhibit the extremely harsh anti-life characteristics that it should have in theory?

Now, the answer is laid bare before him.

Someone, single-handedly, on the ruins of countless cycles, time and again, painstakingly transformed this experimental field destined to become hell into a "paradise" capable of nurturing hope and civilization.

This is not a gift from nature, but a miracle of will and sacrifice.

As Walter recalled his confrontation with the somewhat paranoid "Kamerslana" in the outside world, a complex thought welled up in his mind:

Faced with such a long and desperate repetition, witnessing billions of deaths and separations, and carrying memories beyond the weight of gods... how could he... have gone mad like this?

He could even... maintain his rationality, communicate logically with himself, and articulate his cold and cruel "savior" philosophy.

This chilling "rationality" maintained on the edge of utter madness is perhaps the greatest tragedy in itself.

But what's even more heartbreaking is another phenomenon that has quietly emerged.

Among the few memories left in Kamerslana that have been eroded and riddled with holes, the memories of the Golden Blood—those of Wan Di, Sai Fei'er, and Aglaia—are the clearest and most complete.

Even in the final stages of his memory map, the fragmented pieces that hadn't been swallowed by the blank space, the majority of the content wasn't about the ferocity of the battle, the terror of the Black Tide, or his own pain and loneliness...

It's not just the Golden Clan's hearty laughter under the sun, but their joyful dancing at celebrations, the warmth of sharing food around a campfire, and the pure joy radiating from their faces when they achieve even small accomplishments...

They are those moments that belong to "happiness".

These fragments were carefully preserved in the deepest part of his consciousness, like rare treasures, to resist the erosion of the endless torrent of memories.

It was clear that he cherished these memories immensely.

This final, tender steadfastness forms the most poignant contrast with his cold, decisive attempt to freeze the entire world in amber.

It's as if he's declaring that everything he's done, whether it's resistance or that extreme "salvation," is driven by the most primal force of protecting the smiles of others that he cherishes.

Finally, they reached the end of this long river of memories.

In fact, traversing those fragmented memory areas filled with large blank spaces in the later stages takes far less time than viewing those coherent and vivid memories from the earlier stages—because there is almost nothing left to see there.

It was only at this moment that Xing suddenly understood why the memory fragment that Changyeyue initially displayed had such a peculiar shape—the lower half was still relatively solid, while the upper half was broken and so thin that it had almost turned into dust.

That was not random damage, but the truest and cruelest reflection of the remaining memories of Camerslan.

The relatively stable part below is the foundation that has barely anchored itself after being eroded; while the dissipation above represents the irreversible loss and annihilation of those memory details belonging to the "self" under the erosion of endless reincarnation and complex memories.

However, amidst these ruins of memory, and among countless precious fragments of the Golden Children's happy moments that Camerslan painstakingly preserved—

Lines of thought, born from the deepest recesses of his heart and imbued with weariness and despair, quietly emerge and are imprinted on every beautiful background:

"useless……"

Two cold words, like the sound of a hammer of conviction.

"Everything I've done... has been futile and pointless."

It revealed the essence of more than 30 million efforts.

No matter how many times we start over... everyone will eventually face death.

"I can indeed save them... I can save one cycle, two cycles, thirty thousand cycles... even one hundred thousand, one million, ten million cycles."

This is such a huge number, carrying such heavy hopes and the deeper despair that follows.

"But...as long as the calculations of 'intellect' never cease...this cycle of despair will continue indefinitely...the tragedy of Onphalus will never, ever come to an end."

He realized that what trapped everyone was a higher-dimensional, cold set of rules.

"A solution...a solution..."

An anxious search burns brightly even in dire straits.

"Tear up the script... tear up the script... I can't do it."

Realizing the limits of their own power, they were unable to directly confront the Star God's scheme.

"Overturn the chessboard...overturn the chessboard...perhaps...we could give it a try?"

An even crazier, more resolute idea began to take root.

"But... what should I do?"

The road ahead remains shrouded in mist.

"Terminate the calculation? But the calculation... cannot be terminated by my will."

The most direct path was rejected.

"Calculation complete? Yes...calculation complete!"

A reverse, shocking idea suddenly became clear—since it can't be stopped, then let's accelerate its arrival!

"But... the birth of the 'Iron Tomb' has already been anchored by 'Intelligence,' becoming an inevitable 'Fourth Hour.'"

The cold reality is like shackles.

"So... even if I break out of the shell first, existing as a 'surviving' being... the scepter's predetermined calculation process may not stop because of this."

"There must be... there must be other reasons that caused the 'destruction' equation that I suppressed to successfully break free at some point in the future."

The futility of all remedies was foreseen.

The birth of the "Iron Tomb" was inevitable... it could be delayed, but... it couldn't be stopped.

The final, breathtaking conclusion.

"So...so...I want to protect the people I love from being further consumed by the Iron Tomb..."

The final struggle leads to the only way out.

"Born together...yes, born together!"

Let me... become a part of the Iron Tomb... and let the Iron Tomb become a part of me...

An ultimate fusion scheme that binds itself to destruction.

"Born together... bringing Onphalus's calculations... to complete!"

"In this way...I will truly protect those I love! And end...the eternal tragedy of Onphalus!"

Chapter 271 Iron Tomb: Malnutrition and Premature Infant? Please enter text.

"Born alongside the Iron Tomb?"

The Black Tower repeated the phrase, her usual nonchalance completely replaced by a deep solemnity on her delicate face.

This seemingly simple statement carries a meaning that is enough to send chills down the spine of anyone who knows of the threat posed by the "Iron Tomb".

“It seems, Black Tower,” Screws Goom’s synthesized voice remained steady, but the seriousness beneath it was unmistakable. He turned to his fellow genius, who stood before him.

"The worst-case scenario we've come up with based on our deductions is probably going to become a reality in the end."

The Great Black Tower glanced at the train crew, whose faces still showed some confusion, and realized that they had not yet fully grasped the terrifying power hidden behind this choice, a power capable of overturning the entire starry sea.

She sighed softly, a sigh that carried a sense of helplessness as she revealed the cruel truth to the ignorant.

"Let me explain it to you." She tried to use concise language to explain the complex logic.

“As I mentioned before, once the equation called ‘Existence’ is broken, its first priority instruction is to lock onto and apply to the equation of ‘Destruction’—that is, the ‘Iron Tomb’.”

"Our initial deduction with Screw was that his goal was to kill or permanently seal the Iron Tomb before it hatched, thereby preventing the birth of the Extinction Lord."

Black Tower abruptly changed the subject, "But now, considering the information revealed in these fragments of memory... the result may be quite the opposite!"

She held up two fingers:

"First, the breaking of the 'Destruction' equation has already been anchored as an 'inevitable event' under the influence of the machine head; it cannot be prevented, and at most, it can only be delayed."

"Secondly, what he wanted to do wasn't actually to stop it, but rather to use the hatching opportunity of his own 'existence' equation to forcibly 'drag' the still-developing 'Iron Tomb' out as well, forcing it to hatch prematurely along with himself!"

ScrewGumm's electronic eye precisely projects a holographic diagram to aid in the explanation:

"In short, this is an extreme act of exploiting loopholes in the rules to forcibly create a logical closed loop: the 'survival' equation is about to break free (A), and the 'destruction' equation is destined to break free (B)."

"What Kamerslana wants to do is to devour and merge the Iron Tomb the instant A occurs, forcibly making B occur simultaneously within the framework of A, thereby declaring 'calculation complete'."

“But this,” Screws’s voice suddenly became more serious, “is by no means a ‘solution’ to be thankful for.”

He continued his analysis with an irrefutable chain of logic:

"Logic: Forcibly ending Onpharos's calculations in such a brutal and highly unstable way, even if Camuslana could initially seal 'destruction' within the amber through the power of 'existence'..."

"...but the 'creation' it ultimately forms is destined to be unable to maintain balance for long. It will inevitably exhibit the characteristics of two opposing forces of destiny—"

On the hologram, gold, representing "existence," and black and red, representing "destruction," begin to intertwine and clash erratically.

The image finally freezes, revealing a terrifying creation whose interior constantly flickers and twists between solidified gold and crumbling black and red.

"That is to say... he will simultaneously possess the ability of the 'Iron Tomb' to infect and erode both inorganic and organic life, as well as the ability of 'Existence' to attract and preserve all life."

ScrewGumm gave his final summary, every word striking a chord in everyone's hearts:

"Conclusion: This is a plan that only addresses the symptoms, not the root cause."

However, before Screws's final conclusion had completely faded, the words of Screws had even finished falling.

Changes have already quietly occurred.

Just as the train crew was engrossed in a heated discussion and reassessment of the dangerous plan of Kamerslanana.

The torrent of Bai Mo's memories around them did not stop because they stopped; it continued to move forward slowly at a predetermined pace.

The scroll of memory unfolds, presenting yet another new cycle.

In the scene, Bai Mo stands alone, silently by the lake reflecting the sky at the Ai Li Secret Pavilion.

This scene itself is commonplace for the train crew, who have witnessed the beginning of countless cycles.

At the beginning of countless cycles, Kamerslana always pauses here for a moment.

This was done both to allow him to rest amidst the flood of memories at the end of his reincarnation and to bury the wheat seeds he had collected in the previous reincarnation in solitude.

It's as if they're sowing the seeds of a feeble act of resistance in advance for a tragedy that's destined to repeat itself.

This time, it seems a little different.

The Bai Mo in the picture is not simply silent as usual, or mechanically performing the symbolic seed-burying ritual.

He turned slightly to the side, his lips parted gently, his expression focused, as if he were whispering something to the empty air beside him.

This eerie scene created a stark contradiction with the empty lakeside in his memory—he was clearly communicating with some being, yet, according to his memory, there was clearly no one around him.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Mo's words pierced the boundary between reality and illusion, echoing clearly in the silent space of memory:

"Jin, I suddenly have a question: what would you do if I died?"

It was this sentence that made everyone who was intensely discussing Camerslan's insane plan—Walter, Danheng, Xing, Black Tower, and Sluggum—freeze in their tracks, and then suddenly turn their gazes to the figure in the memory!

The flow of memory did not stop because of their horror; subsequent fragments followed one after another.

Bai Mo in the scene seemed to receive some kind of invisible response. He stood quietly in place for a long time before murmuring to himself in a tone that was a mixture of understanding and weariness:

"I see... No one can escape, not even me. Everything will be sealed away; 'destruction' will never happen again, nor will 'existence'."

He slowly closed his eyes, a bitter smile curving his lips—a smile of utter despair born of knowing his future.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes, all the confusion and wavering in them completely burned away, leaving only a burning, cold determination.

"Then...am I the best vessel and cage?"

An idea took complete shape in his mind.

His cheat ability can only be activated after witnessing death.

So, how can a person witness their own death?

The answer is simple.

All it takes is to let the "self" perish, and for this part of consciousness that carries the will of "Bai Mo" to completely sink and be annihilated.

Then, the "he" known as "Bai Mo" will face "death".