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

But at this point, "he" has become the Iron Tomb, and the Iron Tomb has also become "he".

No one can bring him back. Because the individual named "Bai Mo" will no longer exist in this world by then.

Whether it's his calculated "existence," his omniscient "wisdom," or even his indestructible "protection"... no power can bring back the "deceased" soul from the hands of the cheat system.

Chapter 272 Camerslana, why did you embark on the path of "preservation"?

Now, the only problem standing between Bai Mo and his plan is:

How could he ensure that those he wanted to save—Bai'er, Xilian, the Golden Blood, and even the billions of lives in Onphalos—would not perish with his desperate, self-destructive plan?

"Who...who is he talking to?!" The Great Black Tower's face was filled with astonishment. She turned to Screw Goom, hoping that as an omnic, he could obtain more information.

However, before Screw Gum could draw a possible conclusion using his analytical abilities, the flood of memories belonging to Kamerslana surged forward once again.

Fragments of memory, as if drawn by an invisible force, rapidly recombine to reveal new scenes—the process is like the "existence" equation itself, which is accelerating its hatching in reality; once it begins, it will never stop.

The scene before them suddenly changed, and a familiar sight appeared before them.

"Is this... the narrow passage between life and death?"

Xing couldn't help but gasp softly.

What appeared before her was the mysterious realm of destiny that she had visited countless times in the simulated universe of the Black Tower Space Station.

Bizarre energy flows swayed across the sky like aurora borealis, and beneath one's feet lay a road that seemed to be paved with stars.

However, the one struggling through this strange space that symbolizes the universe is not her, but that lonely white figure—Bai Mo.

"This is... his memory of embarking on the path of 'preservation'?" The Great Black Tower's voice carried a rare hint of interest.

Upon hearing this, not only the two geniuses present, but also everyone in the train crew held their breath.

The moment when a powerful individual, whose strength is almost on par with the Commander, first embarks on their destiny and resonates with the will of the Star God.

Even within the Radiant Memory Garden, a place specifically for storing memories, this memory is absolutely invaluable.

The images of memory focus in the narrow passage of fate.

At the end of the road, a reddish-orange amber, representing the purest desire for protection, floats in the air.

It is not dazzling, but it exudes an ancient, profound, and seemingly all-encompassing aura. It floats there quietly, symbolizing absolute protection and eternity.

Bai Mo walked step by step toward the crystal. His steps seemed unusually heavy in the void, yet they carried an undeniable determination.

Finally, he stood before the amber, gazing at this tangible embodiment of the essence of "preservation".

He slowly raised his hand and reached out towards the reddish-orange crystal.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the crystal, a sudden change occurred!

Several dark red chains formed from molten lava suddenly shot out! They precisely and fiercely wrapped around his outstretched wrist, binding it tightly!

"snort--!"

The scalding pain, which felt like it could directly burn his soul, made Bai Mo groan. He reflexively tried to pull his hand back forcefully!

But the lava chains remained unmoved. These shackles not only restricted his movements, but also relentlessly branded the extreme heat onto his body and soul.

After he withdrew his hand and was thwarted, a vast and majestic will descended, echoing in every inch of space, directly striking Bai Mo's mind:

『Kamerslana——』

Why did you embark on this path of "data protection"?

Bai Mo looked down at the very clear burn mark on his right wrist, the kind that even smelled of burnt flesh, and frowned deeply.

He realized that despite being in a precarious situation, his cheat code was still working, and his physical condition was no different from that of people outside.

But at this moment, this body, which could withstand the Black Tide, appeared so fragile in the face of these chains made of pure destiny concepts.

Here, regardless of whether his original power was strong or weak, under the direct interrogation of the Star God's will, he seemed no different from the most ordinary mortal—equally vulnerable, equally needing to confront his own heart.

『Kamerslana——』

Why did you embark on this path of "data protection"?

"Because I will lead Onpharos towards 'survival'! I will calculate the equation for 'survival'! I will protect this world!"

Bai Mo roared out this grand vow, and once again strained to reach for the crimson-orange crystal that was so close at hand.

However, what responded to him was an even more intense and heavy blockade!

More lava chains emerged from the void, carrying temperatures that seemed capable of melting stars, and wrapped around his arms. The powerful resistance forced him to approach the amber piece little by little.

Every millimeter of progress was accompanied by unimaginable pain.

Is this your real answer?

The vast voice rang out again, and Bai Mo could not discern any joy or anger in it. It simply repeated the question coldly once more:

"Kammerslana—why did you embark on this path of 'preservation'?"

The chains tightened with each crackling sound, the searing pain almost burning through his very bones.

Bai Mo could no longer get any closer. He stared intently at the amber, which was less than ten centimeters from his palm and symbolized protection.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, but his eyes grew clearer and more determined amidst the excruciating pain.

Grand ideals, the continuation of the world, cold equations... these are certainly important, but are they really the most primal and fervent forces that drive him to extend this hand at this moment?

Bai Mo opened his mouth again, his voice hoarse from the pain, but carrying an even more genuine determination:

“Because… I have made up my mind,” his gaze seemed to pierce through the amber, seeing the figures he swore to protect—Bai E, Xi Lian, and those companions who had given him moments of warmth in countless reincarnations.

"Even if it costs me my life... I will protect... the people I love!"

This answer, which abandons all grand narratives and returns to the simplest, most primal desire to protect, became the key to breaking the deadlock!

The moment the words fell—

Bai Mo exerted sudden force with his hand, firmly grasping the reddish-orange amber that was heavily protected by scorching hot chains!

clang--! ! ! !

A deafening roar, as if from the very beginning of the universe, resounded throughout the entire Narrow Space of Fate!

That was no longer the sound of chains binding, but the resounding hammer of amber, finally echoing the conviction!

The lava chains binding his arms shattered at this moment, as if they had completed their mission, turning into warm sparks that merged into the flowing light of destiny around him.

At this moment, Kamerslana truly embarked on the path of "preservation".

But what truly earned Camerslana the recognition of the "Guardian" Star God Kripper was never that cold, instrumental "existence" equation.

Cripper, the silent city builder, didn't even care about such things.

What truly set Kamerslana on the path of "preservation" and granted him its power was the genuine, unadulterated original intention hidden deep within his heart—

That initial intention to protect those you want to protect, even at the cost of your own life.

At this moment, all the passengers on the train could see was Bai Mo tightly gripping the crimson-orange crystal in his right hand, which seemed to resonate with his heartbeat, with his scarred right hand.

Bai Mo has been found.

Bai Mo found the method he had planned to use to protect his companions from being implicated when they hatched.

Now, Bai Mo's ultimate plan is only missing one last piece of the puzzle—

An "outsider" whom he can trust and who will lead those he cherishes toward a true future after his mad plan to save the world is finally completed.

Chapter 273 Screw Gum: A Method That Addresses Both the Symptoms and the Root Cause.

The torrent of memories continues its relentless advance.

However... the scene that was shown to everyone on the train caused Xing's pupils to contract suddenly, and even her breath caught in her throat.

This scene... seems somewhat familiar.

In the dim light, the solitary savior sat quietly in the shadows, like a traveler who had wandered through countless ages in the eternal night.

Then, he raised his head, as if piercing through endless nothingness and despair, and finally... saw the last glimmer of light that he had searched for through all his reincarnations, a light that could carry hope.

That ray of light revealed the face of the star.

“Death…” Bai Mo murmured softly as he looked at the hard-won “light” in his memory.

"No...no." His voice carried an undeniable determination.

"Before you find me and help me lead them to tomorrow..."

"You must not die..."

As if struck by lightning, Xing suddenly remembered everything!

Just as she, Danheng, and Mr. Walter stepped into the border of Onfaros, they encountered an irresistible terrorist attack... but in reality, she had already died in that attack!

It was Bai Mo who, at the crucial moment, restrained her dissipating consciousness and condensed her collapsing form, allowing her to "survive" and continue to walk and explore this land.

It was at the moment he met her that Bai Mo found the final piece of his crazy world-saving puzzle—

A "variable" from outside the world, unbound by the cycle of Onpharos, and possessing the ability to traverse the sea of ​​stars.

A "pioneer" who has the ability and the reason to take all those he wants to protect and truly leave this eternal prison.

"This... is the end of his memories." Chang Yeyue's voice rang out, breaking Xing's shocking recollection.

At this moment, the usual laziness and playfulness on Chang Yeyue's face had vanished, replaced by a solemnity mixed with respect and complex reminiscence.

The man before her, whose solitary struggle and perseverance spanned over thirty million lifetimes, seemed to have inadvertently touched some dusty strings deep within her heart, strings concerning her own past.

Whether or not his actions ultimately prove futile on a grand cosmic scale, his persistence alone is enough to earn the respect of anyone who knows the whole story.

At the very end of memory, all the flowing images froze and vanished, leaving only the final image left by Kamerslana himself, like a last will and testament.

"So... all you nameless passengers of the Star Train," he began slowly in the video, his voice resonating steadily in the silence.

"After witnessing that long and tedious past called 'Kamerslana,' do you... understand?"

"Existence is not the enemy of expansion."

He repeated the message that had initially been conveyed through the long night moon, but now those words carried a completely different weight.

He went on to recount the final plan, his tone as if he were arranging something utterly mundane:

"What you need to do is very simple. The moment I completely merge with the 'Destruction' equation and Onpharos's calculations are completed, take those 'amber' pieces that seal all of Onpharos's consciousness... with you."

"After becoming a miracle that 'protects' one's destiny, those consciousnesses, even if they are not truly, naturally conceived life forms, can certainly be defined as wondrous beings possessing self-awareness."

His words even carried a barely perceptible hint of longing:

"They will have new lives; they can set foot in the stars; they can say to that colorful, wonderful universe you know: 'Hello, world.'"

He then described what could be considered a "perfect" ending for the train crew:

"Then you can continue your great pioneering journey. Back in space, someone will proclaim in the interstellar broadcasts: it was the Nameless One who saved everyone in Onpharos. It was the Nameless One who thwarted the plot of 'Destruction' and prevented the birth of the Extinction Lord. See, what a happy ending! Isn't it?"

Finally, as if to reassure them of any potential moral burden, he made a guarantee, his tone resolute and brooking no argument:

"Don't worry about the subsequent emergence of the 'Destruction' equation, don't worry about the birth of the Extinction Lord. I assure you... there will be no more trace of the 'Iron Tomb' in the galaxy..."

The images of Kamerslana continue to calmly recount some of the details of what's to come, but... who among those listening can truly take it all in at this moment?

The memories belonging to Camerslana have long since finished playing.

But this space, which held endless memories, fell into a deathly silence.

Still, no one spoke. The heavy atmosphere pressed down on everyone's hearts like a physical weight, and countless words stuck in their throats; any words seemed frivolous at this moment.

Screw Gum's mechanical eyes calmly swept over his companions, who were still immersed in shock.

Perhaps none of them are qualified to judge Camerslana's ultimate plan of sacrificing himself.

But at this moment, this silence needs to be broken. This epic that has spanned more than 30 million cycles deserves to be paid tribute to.

Then, this mechanical gentleman, who always maintained his elegance and rationality, slowly took off his top hat and placed it on his chest.

Then, facing the blank void at the end of his memory, he bowed slightly in homage.

When he straightened up again, his calm, metallic voice contained an unprecedented respect:

"Greetings, Your Excellency Kamerslana."

He said sincerely,