Collapse, survive

Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Star Core Hunter is elbowing Elio.

Galaxy, the outer universe of the Immortal Boat Alliance, Luofu.

"The wind howls, the water is cold; the blade is gone, but will return another day. So, is it really okay that we sped up the process a little?"

Through the galactic network of ultra-long-range remote sensing, the two, one large and one small, witnessed the figure disappear from the spaceship and head towards the direction of the enormous Luofu Immortal Ship. The small figure stood with its hands on its hips, shaking its head and letting its single spiral ponytail sway.

She was dressed in a blue-purple outfit with an internet-style theme, wearing cool goggles as an accessory, and her clothes were revealing, with a cropped jacket exposing large areas of skin.

Not only the upper body, but the lower body is also very cool. What mini skirt? What a joke! Look at my super short shorts, low-waisted fishnet super short shorts.

Incidentally, she was wearing an asymmetrical patchwork bra that was clearly visible on both the top and bottom, which shows that she didn't treat her brothers like outsiders.

No, as an outsider, she wears a privacy screen protector.

It's infuriating that her figure is so disappointing that all she gives off is a cool vibe.

It won't turn out well.

—Starcore Hunter, the renowned galactic legendary hacker, Silver Wolf, with a bounty of 5.1 billion.

"No problem, it should be fine."

The large figure seemed uncertain in his tone, showing no concern for the safety of his companion who had just embarked on the journey. His deep, alluring purplish-red eyes, adorned with colored contact lenses, shone with a captivating charm.

She wore a black cape-like shawl over her arms, secured to her shoulders, with a silver butterfly brooch at the neckline, crimson lace at the cuffs, and a long ribbon at the back, over which she wore a white shirt.

She wore black leggings, a scarf on her left side, and purple stockings. The leggings and stockings were connected by crisscrossing straps, covering her thighs. Her high heels were impeccable, creating a seductive sound.

Despite having only an average build, every move she makes, every smile, exudes a captivating sexual allure.

Great, needless to say.

—Kafka, the renowned Star Core Hunter of the galaxy, with a bounty of 10.899 billion.

Kafka smiled, her purple eyes sparkling: "Silver Wolf, I'm going there next too, do you want to come and help?"

"No, no, that's a celestial vessel, not suitable for someone like me. I'll support you."

Silver Wolf shook his head vigorously, not wanting to become the Great Loving Wolf Lord and meet those destined people, and changed the subject:

"Kafka, has Elio resolved the issue of the prophecy being disrupted? Blade has already set off; it's about time to revise the plan, otherwise, how will they be able to keep up?"

"I don't know, Elio is so excited he hasn't slept for days."

"Are you sure that's happiness? Everything was fine at the Black Tower space station, everything went so smoothly, our intrusion treated geniuses like nothing, we came and went as we pleased... and then Eriol suddenly said something like 'Something's wrong, the plan has changed,' and started revising the prophecy again."

With his little hands outstretched, the silver wolf put his hands on his hips, shaking his head and swaying his body.

"This is a very rare occurrence."

"The Milky Way, it's not surprising. Just make a correction. Prophecy is that kind of thing."

Kafka smiled.

"That's right. In the words of the Xianzhou people, our Elio is not a boastful or arrogant person."

Silver Wolf knew the value of being a 'slave of fate'. Although at first she just wanted to leave her hometown and go to the universe, waiting for a 'convoy', she didn't necessarily have to be a Star Core Hunter.

She doesn't mind anything like the Starry Sky Train, the Pure Knight, or the Sea Patrol Ranger.

The Star Core Hunters were quick to act, and this was Elio's 'foresight'.

With a dismissive look on his slightly chubby face, he said contemptuously, "But it's really rare that Eriol's prophecy can go wrong. Although I always thought that prophecies, despite their well-structured and logically rigorous nature, have a fatal flaw."

"That is, the future that has not yet happened is built on 'assumptions,' with one set of assumptions superimposed on another set of assumptions. There are too many variables, making it impossible to achieve a decisive result."

"Therefore, the future is not static, but changes according to the corresponding 'assumptions'."

Kafka watched Silver Wolf boast with a smile. After all, it was rare for Eriol to make a mistake, which ignited everyone's enthusiasm.

We all happily elbowed Eriol, released the Star Core Spirit, the plan began, and everyone went to the future you promised. And you told me, "Wrong, wrong?"

They only let it go after Elliot kept saying "yes, yes" repeatedly.

Under the gentle light of the Milky Way, the dark parts of the universe reflect each other, like crisscrossing roads.

“We all know that Eriol’s prophecy was not like that, but based on a predetermined ‘ending’.”

Kafka spoke gently.

"But that's just a hypothetical situation, isn't it? We haven't reached the end yet."

Silver Wolf shrugged, indicating his indifference to the prophecy.

"In the words of the scholars of Faith, calculating the future is like calculating a road with many forks. It may seem that every fork is passable, but the final result is uncontrollable."

"To achieve one's goals and find the desired results, one must repeatedly revise and plan, but in the end, one may still find all the effort in vain."

"Therefore, a successful plan must be based on a series of definite results, rather than on a series of assumptions."

Kafka agreed with Silver Wolf's point of view, even though this little girl just wanted to come to the galaxy to 'play games'.

She doesn't really care about any prophecy; all she needs is excitement, difficulty, and gameplay.

"That's right, so our operation continues, and Blade has begun his path."

"Eriol was also injured by the blade."

Silver Wolf chuckled. Elio was rarely seen being so amused: "The accuracy of a prophecy is based on the certainty of the plan and the outcome. Only by basing our plans on this certain outcome can the next step be meaningful."

"Eliminating countless possibilities and assumptions will reduce most of them. Instead of exhausting ourselves dealing with all sorts of possibilities, we should cut the Gordian knot and then proceed step by step to drive the outcome into a predictable future."

"So we're going to take that guy down?"

You child, how can you have such a murderous heart? All you think about is fighting monsters; it will only harm you.

Kafka nodded: "Good idea, let's ask Elio."

Silver Wolf wouldn't.

"No, Elio actually told me, just to beg for mercy, that I would do a somersault on the Black Tower Space Station and suffer excruciating pain. Why didn't it say that before? It just wanted to see me make a fool of myself."

—Traitor!

—That's a cunning cat!

"Silver Wolf, are you going to the Black Tower Space Station or not?"

Kafka continued to ask.

Silver Wolf replied without hesitation, "Go ahead, why wouldn't I? I want to see... Wait, does this mean that some of the assumptions have been removed, pushing me to that outcome?"

I predicted your prediction!

Based on personality, modify behavior to plan for the future. Silver Wolf's face was serious: "This is a problem."

She doesn't really believe in prophecies.

……

……

Good morning, handsome star.

Good morning, handsome guy.

Ta-da! The Star Core Spirit who came to freeload breakfast had a sweet mouth. Fang Jie smiled and invited her to breakfast. Before long, March 7th also arrived.

Good morning, handsome black.

Good morning, lovely pink.

Today's breakfast was made by Himeko, Murata Himeko.

After all, she wanted to prove herself, not the kind of woman who was willful, lazy, and somewhat narcissistic.

Putting aside her beauty, the idea that she has no redeeming qualities in terms of personality doesn't apply to her.

Look at my heart.

Fang Jie is very satisfied, so he won't bring the cafeteria food today.

As a result, another of Himeko's dishes greatly attracted the passengers of the Starry Sky Train, and even Himeko herself had tried it with a subtle expression before.

At that time, Danheng was on duty, and Uncle Yang was catching up on sleep... or perhaps they were compiling teaching materials?

In short, Fang Jie's enthusiastic invitation to Ji Zi to taste the food sparked her passion for cooking, and from then on, the Starry Sky Train became a source of much trouble.

She was busy cooking, something that the lazy-sleeping Star and March 7th didn't know.

Fang Jie, on the other hand, didn't care. Just like Himeko's coffee, her cooking was alright to him too. He might as well give it a try.

Today's solution, the learning material I prepared for myself is still related to the Fairy Ship, about other planetary stories of sharks.

After all, when it comes to exploring spatial perception, the navigators of the Star Train often need the 'Jump Eye'—a rare artifact—to determine the safety of the jump landing point.

It would be even better if one's own qualities were up to par.

To be competent in the work on the train, you need to develop these skills.

And this is also needed to delve into the quantum ocean.

He plans to activate [Heaven] later.

Unlike the twelve Guardian Blades and two Negative Blades of Izumo, Fang Jie blurred the lines between the Divine Key, the Guardian Blades, and the Negative Blades from the very beginning.

After all, the symbol points to the real person, so he fabricates a symbol to protect himself.

Therefore, he possessed twelve of the "Bearing the World's Glory Blade".

It's fair to say they're just pretending; they're not even in the same league.

Finally, half an hour later, after learning from Fang Jie that Ji Zi was cooking, Xing and San Yueqi suddenly lost their appetite for breakfast.

They lived in constant fear until ten o'clock, but the navigator never assassinated them, and they survived until... while Fang Jie was studying diligently.

They felt no relief, only a sense of oppression.

They knew a terrible threat was lurking in the shadows, but they didn't know when it would happen or how severe this persecution would be.

The above situation is far more terrifying than Himeko suddenly appearing in front of you with her signature dish.

Because the most terrifying thing in the world is the human imagination.

"Pam bless, Pam bless."

March 7th looked like she was about to cry, and then Pam walked into the observation car with a strange expression.

"Passengers, have you seen Pam's laundry detergent?"

—Danger!

Fang Jie couldn't remain calm.

"I'm going to Belleburg, anyone want to come along?"

"Let's do it together! Oh right, I haven't used up my stamina for today yet. I need to go fight the Simulated Calyx!"

What the hell?

Fang Jie looked at the handsome star who was rambling incoherently.

March 7th, however, didn't find it strange at all: "Come on, come on, I'll help you."

With a pioneering spirit in our hearts, we'll fight alongside you in March, led by our seniors.

Fang Jie remained expressionless. "Isn't our pioneering work a little different?"

A moment later, the three fled in disarray, chatting and laughing as they charged toward the snowfields of Beloborg.

Star Core Spirit led everyone to a strange creation shaped like a calyx. This calyx, with its crimson core and black petals, contained a 'dungeon' that could be unlocked by the power of pioneering. In essence, it was a manifestation of memories, like relics from a rift, and also a kind of trace material.

Solution of the whole process...

So it seems like he's always been naked.

She roams the world like a normal person, fighting with her talents and abilities, though she also relies on equipment in the early stages—so the abnormal one is probably her.

I subconsciously turned my head to look to the side, but all I saw was a distorted crimson. My vision quickly blurred, and all the colors intensified. The reds became redder, the blues bluer, and the blacks blacker. The color blocks were thick and randomly pieced together, like an oil painting splashed by an Impressionist master.

At the same time, whispers rang in my ears, sometimes dense, sometimes sharp, sometimes illusory, sometimes alluring, sometimes frenzied, and sometimes insane.

Memories surge forth; they are the 'Akasha Records' that eroded the world from the rift, the secret treasures that have been extracted and refined.

To explore and connect all realms, to excavate them from the Milky Way, there is such a type among the nameless guests: Miner Star!