Simulated Star Iron: Miracles are yours, death is mine

The safe environment that Lin Yuan had been trying to create for her was ultimately just an illusion.

"You guys go first, I'm going to kill Him." Sakura dropped her schoolbag, picked up the black box, and walked towards the evil god.

Her classmates tried to dissuade her, but they couldn't stop her.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?!"

"Sakura, this isn't the time for daydreaming!"

"Stop with that high school girl saving the world trope!"

Suddenly, a girl carrying a black box appeared in the crowd of refugees, walking against the flow of traffic.

A moment later, she arrived at the feet of the evil god.

Sakura pressed the switch, and a knife made of ice crystals popped out of the black box. It was crystal clear and exuded a chilling aura.

"Yes, we've already reached a point of no return. No one can stay out of it... There's no escaping it. I was so naive."

As she murmured, her fair fingers gripped the hilt of the knife.

At that moment, the icy blue chill filled her eyes and hair.

She is the master of frost!

With a single swing, an ice tornado from the blade's tip hurtled directly toward the evil god.

Five minutes later, Lin Yuan arrived.

Besides the heavy snowfall, the evil god frozen into several pieces, and a girl.

She turned around, her icy blue eyes filled with sorrow: "Yuan, I'm back..."

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At that moment, Sakura once again grasped the imperial edict sword [Frost], slaying one of the eight million gods who had descended to earth, and returned to the execution force.

Late night

“Yuan, I’ve figured it out. There aren’t that many whys.” Sakura looked at Lin Yuan, a ripple appearing in her icy blue pupils.

"We have been entrusted with the important task of saving the world. I have always wondered why we have to save the world."

She sat on the school playground where eight million gods had descended, with rescue and cleanup teams in the distance.

"The world is destined to be destroyed, Abyss, so why should we save it? I know the answer now."

The imperial edict sword, Frost, lay beside her. The slight chill emanating from its blade was enough to lower the temperature in the vicinity by several degrees Celsius.

But Lin Yuan and Ying seemed oblivious to the cold here.

"Sakura, today's events can be considered an accident." Lin Yuan sighed softly; his worries over the past six months had finally come true.

Sakura didn't let go of everything and chose to become the sword master again.

He and Mei had secretly planted many members of the execution force in this school to help Sakura deal with troubles at any time.

Even her classmates were selected to ensure that Sakura could get along with them.

Lin Yuan reached out, wanting to take away the imperial edict sword [Frost]: "You can still live your current life, peaceful and wonderful, without having to return to the execution force to participate in the god-slaying plan."

But Sakura reached out and placed her hand on Frost first: "Peaceful and beautiful? Yuan, what nonsense are you talking about?"

This is a fate neither of us can escape. Eight million gods are laid bare before us; no one can hide from them.

She decided to return and become the Sword Master, the Frost Master Sakura.

Sakura gave a wry smile and looked into the distance again.

There was a huge pit there, a pit that was trampled by eight million gods who descended.

A large contingent of troops was there, setting up a cordon, and the soldiers did their utmost to keep the frantic and grieving parents waiting outside.

Because that pit is the final proof that a large group of children exist in this world.

With that kick, the children were like ants on the ground, trampled to death at will.

The evil god didn't even realize that He had trampled many students to death.

Since His arrival, His attention has been entirely focused on Sakura, who was carrying the imperial edict sword.

Sakura and the Imperial Decree Blade emitted powerful energy fluctuations, like a campfire in the dark night, making them hard to miss.

A powerful individual like Sakura is naturally an object that the gods want to eliminate.

As for those mortals who are like ants, He did not pay them any attention.

Sakura's icy blue eyes gazed into the distance, as if traversing time and space:

“Yuan, do you know? Among those people who were trampled to death, there was one of my classmates, named Hojo Yuko, who was a very friendly girl.”

I often fell asleep in class, and she was happy to help me catch up by lending me her notes.

But I saw with my own eyes her being trampled underfoot by eight million gods... and it was all over.

Her life, her family, her future—it was all over.

Lin Yuan nodded. He had seen similar scenes countless times over the past few years: "I've already seen the list of victims..."

She rested her head on Lin Yuan's shoulder, her tone as calm as if she were talking about something trivial:

Why should we save the world?

I think there aren't that many whys.

Simply because we don't want to die, simply because we possess the Imperial Sword, and the power to save the world.

I don't want to see such a tragedy happen again.

The gods of Takamagahara want to live, and so do we.

If one must die for the other to live, then I hope Izumo can live.

"Yes, there aren't that many whys. We're just hoping for an answer, wanting to find some meaning."

But where did all these answers come from?

Lin Yuan's bitterness deepened. In the past six months, due to the vacancy of the Sword Master and the increasingly frequent attacks from Takamagahara, their pressure had increased even more.

Sakura's return, as the sole wielder of the imperial sword [Frost], is definitely a good thing.

But Lin Yuan was reluctant because he had his own selfish reasons and didn't want to see Ying walk down that path again.

However, he never mentioned these things to Sakura.

"Are you tired?" Lin Yuan turned his head and looked at Ying leaning against him, her eyelashes trembling slightly. He couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her.

Those icy blue eyes were also a result of the corrosive influence of the imperial edict.

The power of the imperial sword can affect the user, such as Mei's hair and Sakura's eyes.

Dr. Mei and the Science Council are conducting further research.

If the inference is correct, the imperial edict knife could very well also affect a person's mind.

"Tired? Not really, it's probably the medication." Sakura looked up and gave Lin Yuan a bright smile. "I've been taking my medicine properly, so you don't need to worry about me."

Looking at that smile, Lin Yuan vaguely saw the girl named Ling.

Despite being twins, after so many years together, he could naturally tell the two girls apart at a glance.

But in that instant, he caught a glimpse of the bell.

"I need to stay here a little longer. If you're tired, I'll take a nap."

Sakura gave a sly smile: "Then I'll have to sleep on your shoulder, Captain Yuan."

This idiot, after all these years, how come he still doesn't understand his own thoughts?

Really are……

When we were little, she said she wanted to be his bride.

I don't know if he still remembers this.

But things are fine now.

There are so many things waiting for him to handle.

Let's wait until the war brought by the eight million gods is over. By then, they should have plenty of time.

Lin Yuan took out his phone to deal with the message from the World Government, turning the brightness and volume down to the lowest level to avoid disturbing her, and whispered to Sakura:

"Good night."

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At nineteen, Sakura officially returned to the execution force, becoming the master of the imperial sword [Frost], and was respectfully addressed as Frost Master Sakura.

Both seniors and newcomers welcome this.

However, Sakura's smile wasn't as bright as before, and she became much more silent.

Every time they went into battle, they left behind vast expanses of ice and snow on the battlefield.

[You have a vague suspicion that when using [Frost], it will also affect Sakura's mind, making her even more indifferent.]

But you cannot live without the power of the imperial edict, and can only go further and further down this path.

[You still devote a great deal of energy to dealing with the crisis brought by the eight million gods of Takamagahara, improving your own swordsmanship, and sometimes dealing with people from the World Government.]

[As time goes by, you slay more and more gods, and your imperial edicts grow ever more numerous.]

Everything seems to be moving in a positive direction.