Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

"I have never seen anyone seeking death come to this area."

The pharmacist has seen all sorts of people seeking death, some suffering from terrible diseases and living a life worse than death, while others have been granted eternal life but are consumed by their memories. But to Him, life is just like that.

Just as the spring breeze never remembers how many flower buds it has awakened, it brings life to the entire mountainside.

However, being able to see His true form means that the person before him has reached the end of a bountiful destiny, an end of destiny that those who seek death can never reach.

"Pharmacist."

At Anming's heart, a vibrant flower of abundance is blooming brightly, and every step leading to this place is blessed with bountiful abundance. For beings other than the Medicine Master, this infinite life is almost an eternal torture.

"I want your fate."

It is not a request for a blessing, nor a yearning for a cure.

Instead, he wanted to wield the power of the star gods with the body of a mortal.

Thousands of golden branches trembled in the void as the apothecary silently gazed at the mortal before him. "With this power, what kind of destiny will you rewrite?"

"I want every life to be able to see tomorrow."

The pharmacist was meeting Anming for the first time.

But no matter how many times he starts over, the golden blood that flows through his body remains unchanged.

It's like an unchanging cause and effect amidst countless intersections of time and space; what flows in our blood is a destiny already written.

He heard his own voice.

"as you wish."

And so, the abundant branches suddenly pierced the boy's heart, leaving an indelible mark of abundance within it.

That is the path of the pharmacist, and it also belongs to all of abundance.

Anming placed his palm over his heart, and images from the past timeline rushed past his feet like a surging river of light, the abundant flow of light shining beside the radiance of preservation.

...

"Anming, Anming! Stop!" The pair of full breasts swayed slightly up and down due to the vigorous exercise. The (big) black tower grabbed Anming's arm, panting, and the boy's face was reflected in her beautiful eyes, which were filled with annoyance.

It's unclear when exactly, but Mingming, who was originally just an ordinary newcomer recruited by Estádio, rose to become the youngest chief engineer in the history of the space station in just three months at an astonishing speed.

The feeling was... as if he had rehearsed it countless times beforehand. He was so familiar with the space station's systems, including every single line of code, that it was as if this place wasn't the Black Tower Space Station, but should have been named "Anming Space Station."

Hei Ta's beautiful brows furrowed, a mixture of shyness and annoyance churning within her. Initially, she had only kept him by her side with the attitude of "it wouldn't hurt to give it a try," but who knew that An Ming would be more useful than she had imagined... Whether it was the complex and profound theoretical construction and practical debugging of the simulated universe, or the accurate prediction of all of Silver Wolf's methods, blocking every system backdoor that guy might use in advance, allowing her to watch that guy suffer a setback.

Black Tower had never seen such a strange fellow. His eyes were calm and unwavering, as if even the most complex problems were just simple multiple-choice questions that he could easily answer by referring to the standard answer.

An Ming paused, feeling an undeniable force gripping his sleeve. Looking down, he saw Hei Ta tightly holding his wrist. Her violet eyes, which always carried a hint of laziness and pride, now held obvious annoyance, yet also a faint trace of panic that she herself was unaware of.

The girl was breathing slightly, her full breasts rising and falling gently with her rapid breathing, and her cheeks were flushed with an unusual blush.

"I told you to stop! Didn't you hear me?" She tightened her grip on An Ming's wrist even more.

“Ms. Black Tower, I have already stated that I will leave when the time is right,” An Ming said calmly. To him, this was merely one of the goals that had to be achieved on this timeline, a prerequisite for reaching the end. “I need to meet with the Venerable Master alone.”

"..." Hei Ta pursed her lips tightly, her slender fingers unconsciously tightening. Even though An Ming was standing right in front of her, she inexplicably felt as if he would disappear forever if she let go. Even though there was no basis for it, she felt that the boy in front of her had never been in the same world as her.

There was always an insurmountable dimension separating them.

She gave a slightly sad smile.

"You are the puppet."

His fingertips finally loosened, letting the warm touch slip from his palm. Black Tower stood there, watching An Ming walk towards the inevitable end without looking back.

The instant Anming turned around, all the lights on the space station went out, and countless black tower dolls lost their luster at the same moment, collapsing to the ground like puppets with broken strings.

The abyss-like darkness swallowed all light, except for the door to "wisdom" in the distance, which slowly opened.

An Ming slowly ascended the steps paved with stars, but unlike ordinary visitors, he did not ask the Venerable Master any questions. He simply stood quietly in the center of the vast sea of ​​stars.

The bright red halo symbolizing the destiny of knowledge suddenly flashes, then falls into near-eternal silence—an extremely rare occurrence.

He is thinking.

Anming has already asked Him a question.

Its very existence is the most complex proposition in the universe, an essential paradox.

Time loses its measure here; perhaps less than a system of hours has passed, or perhaps it has been long enough to span a complete Amber Period.

The moment Anming appeared here, the previously known universe became infinite. As a being of intellect, He had once been trapped in eternal bewilderment because He knew the end of all things, but now He no longer seemed to be in that state.

The moment He saw Anming, He understood one thing: the person before Him should not exist in this timeline.

Do you think this struggle has any meaning?

Intellectual knowledge; ask him questions.

"I just need to keep going."

"you--"

The light in the eyes of the Venerable Master Boshi flashed intensely. "That's what makes a machine."

“I will bring you an answer beyond that answer,” An Ming said, his eyes burning with fire as he ascended the star-paved staircase, his right arm piercing through the crimson pupil that symbolized the answers to all the questions in the universe. “I will tell you about another path beyond all the endings.”

The data storm exploded at its core, countless denials began to flicker again, and those branches that had been judged to be wrong gave birth to new possibilities.

Is that... the answer beyond the answer?

Intellectual silence.

Then it fell into eternal silence.

An Ming looked at his right arm, and the source code of his intellect began to emerge from nowhere. The solution that did not exist in any of the deductions could only be answered by him.

A third streak of light ignited beneath his feet, and An Ming gazed at that lingering shadow of the past, or rather, his former self.

...

"I want to witness true destruction."

Do you also want to experience the feeling of losing everything?

The spear of divine retribution transformed into a meteor that tore through the sea of ​​stars, shattering the Star Train across the Milky Way with irresistible force, its carriages utterly annihilated in a halo of destruction.

The pupils reflected Danheng raising his weapon to try and stop something, and Walter raising his scepter and doing his best to unleash the Star of Eden.

He saw.

The pink-haired girl reached out to him amidst the flames, but before her fingertips could touch the hem of his clothes, she turned to ashes, leaving only the lingering warmth in the air.

"Anming—"

Her voice faded away in the engulfment of destruction.

"Stop it."

The tears welling up in those pinkish-blue eyes were evaporated into drifting vapor by the blazing flames of destruction before they could even fall.

The wreckage of the Star Train slowly sank into the abyss, while Anming awoke from the void graveyard.

He looked up at the golden figure that shrouded the starry sky. Nanuk's divine body was as majestic as an ancient calamity, symbolizing the ultimate power of destruction flowing around him.

The star god, who had crushed all hope at the very beginning of his journey, now looked down at him as if scrutinizing an ant.

Why can't I move my body?

Ah... so life has already vanished like quicksand.

I felt no pain at all, only a chill running through my limbs and bones.

"Is this all it takes for your destruction?" The shattered chest cavity was reconstructed as golden blood flowed, and the cracks were filled inch by inch by dazzling light.

An Ming leaned on his sword, like a demon crawling back from hell, his blood-stained white robe fluttering in the air.

The pure white sword suddenly burst forth with a chilling, blood-red light, and he soared into the sky, stepping on the wreckage of the train.

The moment that tiny figure intersected with Nanook's indifferent golden eyes, true destruction descended.

That was a timeline that never reached its end. The universe was completely severed by an unprecedented sword intent, thus beginning a new cycle.

The Milky Way is reorganized in the sword light, cause and effect are reshaped under the sharp edge, and all things are reborn in the midst of annihilation.

Destruction often begins silently, sometimes... merely the disappearance of a small, peripheral interstellar nation. When the heart has nowhere to rest, destruction becomes the final language.

In his final gaze, Nanuk saw Anmin for the first time, as if he were looking directly at the countless timelines he carried.

Destroy the thousand nights before dawn, and then usher in the true tomorrow.

This is the destruction of Anming.

On the remnants of the old universe, pave the steps to dawn for a true tomorrow.

That was a stream of light symbolizing destruction, the blazing gold like the most dazzling dawn, continuing forward with the brilliance of intellect.

.....

The night in Pinocchio is always filled with intoxicating fragrance, and the neon lights hide the secrets of countless young girls. In a private bar booth, a pink-haired girl sits upright, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the glass, as restless as a third party caught red-handed by the person in question.

"Eh~!"

March 7th's cheeks flushed, her pink and blue eyes darting between fireflies and wine glasses. Suddenly, she leaned closer and lowered her voice: "So... there's a reason why Anming turned out this way?" The girl recalled the bits and pieces since she met Anming. Although falling in love with Anming was indeed very happy, things had become increasingly terrifying since that incident.

She stared at the little firefly in front of her, which had a subtle expression on its face, and muttered to herself, "Could it be that Sister Firefly is also being tortured to the point of no return?"

"Um...actually..." Liu Ying was speechless for once, her ears turning bright red. She couldn't just confess to March 7 directly like that. It was precisely because she realized that she couldn't bear An Ming's burning desire on her own that she so readily accepted the existence of her other sisters.

The dreamy, foamy liquor swirled gently in the glass, reflecting the girl's sparkling eyes. She rarely frequented such noisy places, but now the Star Train had become the most terrifying place. Fortunately, it was her younger sister Xuan'er who was currently stirring things up, so they should be able to hold out for a while.

Firefly's eyelashes trembled slightly, and memories flashed through her mind like neon lights. The beginning of everything can be traced back to the old days of Grammer, the cradle where the once mighty Sky Empire was first conceived.

On that day, the [King Worm] that had bred dragged the remains of the dead Star God, attempting to devour the entire empire. Anming, piloting the Evolution Unit Molten Knight, was swallowed up by the Iron Cavalry amidst the desperate cries of the Fireflies.

From that moment on, a true demon was born from within the Molten Knight. Completely consumed by the propagation, Anming unleashed terrifying power, tearing the proliferating Queen Worm apart in front of everyone with absolute overwhelming force. The remains of the dead Star God became nourishment for the Molten Knight Unit 1, forging Anming's terrifying strength to near the peak of the Commander level.

Back then, Ying was haunted by fear day and night. She was afraid that the gentle boy who had wiped away her tears would disappear, afraid that her most familiar lover would become the most unfamiliar person beside her pillow... She had vowed to protect him as his older sister, but in the end, she could only watch helplessly as he fell into the abyss.

Having fully absorbed the remnants of the breeding, Anming became almost a god in Grammer. He drastically reformed the Empire's policies toward cyborgs with ruthless methods, while also raising the selection criteria for Molten Knights.

During those days, Ying rarely saw him until a month later at dusk, when the Anming she knew returned, bringing her favorite strawberry cake, his eyes seemingly untouched by shadows.

Nothing had changed... or so it seemed, but after that sensational galactic wedding that shook the entire Sky Empire, the happy young woman had no idea what was going to happen next.

That first experience was indeed gentle and tender, but Liu Ying always had a vague feeling that An Ming didn't really have the same experience as her, even though she knew very little about this... But no matter how she thought about it, that indestructible thing that seemed to be protected didn't seem like a real gain or a loss.

At first, Liu Ying secretly reflected on whether her naive response had failed to satisfy her lover. She even secretly looked up information to practice some things that were difficult to talk about. Until one day, she blushed and said to An Ming, "You don't have to consider my feelings."

The price was being caught up in the madness of the capital all night long. The feeling of soaring through the clouds like a bird without ever falling made the little firefly, who was experiencing this for the first time, fall into a soft, sleepy sleep in the morning light, unable to lift even a fingertip.

Later, when he nestled in An Ming's arms and listened to his explanation, he understood that this was also a mark left by the destiny of "reproduction." In addition to giving him the great power to tear apart the remains of the Star God, it also buried an inexhaustible reproductive instinct deep in his blood.

After listening to the firefly's story, March Seven unconsciously twirled the pink hair with her fingertips. Now she finally understood why Fu Xuan and the robin were always so friendly and considerate. The girls in the dream had an unspoken understanding in this regard. If such an encounter only happened once a week, it would be fine, but no one could withstand the intensity of protecting the iron hammer day after day.

Even Hanabi, the most stubborn girl in the Dream Girls, became a humble and polite top student after personally experiencing Anming's super-powerful attack. This was a new world where no one would try to steal the base anymore. All the Dream Girls reached an ultimate reconciliation in some unspeakable realization.

March 7th, with a pained expression, poked at each other with her fingertips: "So, are we going to be *knocked out too?"

Firefly smiled gently. "Yes."

Neon lights outside the window blend into a colorful galaxy, and the private conversations of the two girls drift into the never-ending night of Pinocchio.