Collapse, survive

But it's useless, utterly useless, completely useless.

"Wow, you little dwarf, what did you eat to grow up like this...?"

Kiana felt something was off.

Theresa remained expressionless.

? ? ?

Raiden Mei was busy feeling down and had to endure Kiana's harassment. Seeing that Kiana had shifted her attention, she breathed a sigh of relief and didn't think much of it.

And Bronya...

She was trembling.

Seele, Seele! I will live on, I will rescue you! I will never die because of that stupid Kiana...

The silver-gray little girl assassin huddled on the hospital bed, trembling.

……

……

The day after the Great Collapse of Changkong City, at 10:00 AM, there was no fighting.

"So, the savior saved a world that might not have been hurt without him... Of course, that's not important. What's important is saving the world. Do you understand?"

At Qianyu Academy, on the deserted rooftop of the academy's dining hall, Fang Jie gazed at the sky. The lingering dark clouds obscured the sunlight, but it was still brighter than in Belberg.

He found a warehouse and worked hurriedly all night to transfer some of the various supplies to the shelter, carrying out cross-world logistics with no guarantee of safety—the company also did it.

This brief respite, which could determine whether the world increases its tensions, is what he uses to have his assassins recount his great deeds during his experiments.

The assassins remained silent, their only thought was to kill.

I'll kill you using the mechanism of legitimate self-defense.

After all, Fang Jie was currently in what he called 'winter' state, with reduced bodily functions, almost in a state of suspended animation, and with some limbs paralyzed.

Not just the right hand.

Blood circulation to both arms was severed, and there was a huge void in his chest, which was most of his lungs and most of the respiratory system connected to them. Since he hardly breathed anymore, he simply let the Honkai energy erode him.

The same was true for the legs; so much of them were paralyzed that the rest of the body, which was originally filled with all the blood, was further weakened by the 'winter' state...

He was able to do all this not because of his own ability, but because his environmental tolerance was ridiculously high due to the divine power he had developed.

Heaven knows how spectacular and thrilling the collision between Honkai energy and it is right now, a magnificent and tragic song... Anyway, every cell on the battlefield is a miracle of life, forging us, the worthless beings, across the long passage of time.

Fang Jie, who could barely bear even the slightest pain, couldn't wait any longer. His face contorted with rage, he spoke in a kind tone: "Ah, the time has come, friend. Thank you for listening to my rambling. I won't take your reward, but I need you to do me a favor, a small one."

The assassin neither listened nor wanted to listen; it simply couldn't leave, but that didn't matter.

Fang Jie's right hand, though paralyzed, was still gripping it tightly, dragging it all the way into the Qianyu Academy shelter, one of the fruits of his night's labor.

It is located below the former Qianyu Academy logistics warehouse.

As a prestigious academy, Chiyu Academy naturally prioritizes security, so the presence of such facilities is not surprising. Following Himeko's advice, Fang Jie moved and stocked up on a considerable amount of supplies already available from the logistics department, intending to stay put for the time being.

As for bringing assassins...

"The nth experiment, here we go."

A bolt of lightning flashed and was roughly covered by Fang Jie on the part of the assassin he had grabbed, before disappearing from the spot.

None of the marks of 'fire, water, wind, thunder, grass, ice, and rock' appeared before him, and he returned to the snowfields of Beloborg.

The place was already piled high with all kinds of daily necessities. The uniquely fertile, snowy environment meant that there was no need to worry about preservation, so he simply left them out in the open. Overnight, much of them were buried under the snow.

After observing the surroundings, nothing had changed, so the usual procedure continued:

—'Akivili, lend me your strength.'

The strange cries on the snowfield didn't attract any joyful attention, but trying it wouldn't cost anything, and he was willing to pay for it too. In his most unbearable moments, he even swore that he would rob a company to support him...

Unfortunately, criticizing Star God for selling hooks is useless.

Without saying another word, Fang Jie completely destroyed the body tissue of the assassin he had brought to this world, leaving not a single cell behind, and also wiped out the surrounding air, snow, and everything else that might be contaminated with Honkai energy.

He also planned to take the remaining fragments of material back with him, being as cautious as possible.

It was practically meaningless. He couldn't refuse these supplies carrying Honkai energy, and neither could Beloberg, as they contained far more information than mere zombie cells.

Fang Jie didn't think too much about it. Anyway, the company had already done it, so he once again summarized the experimental results in writing.

"Preliminary confirmation: I can carry matter through time, regardless of whether it's inanimate or living matter."

The former is easy to judge; he wasn't running naked when he traveled through it, let alone successfully arriving amidst all the debris.

As for the latter, similarly, isn't he lively and energetic?

"Of course, there are still some limitations. The weight, or rather the energy, must be something I carry and encased in my energy for it to be transported as a single unit."

Otherwise, he would probably end up like the strangely torn supplies buried in the snow, and the main body of the collapsed matter in his hand, like the assassin who suddenly had one hand torn off.

Partial transmission ×

Dimensional Slash√

The cost is energy consumption.

Feeling the state of 'winter' being broken, the body recovers and the life energy increases, the broken lines that appeared on the limbs fade away, and breathing is also painful, which is doubled under the stimulation of the cold frosty wind.

It's a minor matter, just remnants after the Honkai energy erosion. No matter how much the pioneering divine power has strengthened its tolerance to the environment, it is still damaged.

Ignoring the pain that would fade once winter arrived, Fang Jie compared the amount of energy consumed by carrying external items. He felt almost no energy expenditure himself, only a slight feeling of fatigue.

However, if external objects are brought along, the consumption of Honkai energy and life force becomes obvious, almost to a one-to-one ratio, meaning that the same weight and energy level will be exhausted.

If that's still not enough... then the passengers being carried, whether inanimate or alive, can only take what they are capable of taking.

"It really is a dimensional slash."

He criticized himself, but Fang Jie was still quite satisfied with the rules in this regard.

It's enough, although it's still unclear whether there are any requirements regarding the ethereal soul, in addition to limitations in terms of matter and energy.

After all, assassins don't feel pain, so they can't conduct these experiments.

Using live animals...

After the Great Collapse, there were no living things in Changkong City, and he couldn't even discern the souls of the flowers and plants.

Silently summarizing and deducing various patterns in his mind, Fang Jie completed another Honkai energy development. He glanced around the snowfield shelter, which was still deserted and without any visitors, and looked out over the vast snowfield.

"Belloberg".

Unlike before, he didn't rush back to Changkong City. He simply stared at the pale landscape that devoured everything and shouldered his pack.

"I am coming."

Let's move forward.

Although he could continue to explore the limits of his ability to withstand Honkai energy erosion in Changkong City and continue experimenting with superpowers, all of these efforts were very successful, with the latter leading to the development of a very advanced method of application.

But he had long understood one thing: the collapse was a cup of poison.

Right now, all I can rely on is luck, and while it's not bad, luck is a complicated thing...

Even if you're willing to risk your life to win at the cost of gold, you still need at least three chips.

He continued to explore the collapse?

Do you have good Honkai energy adaptability? Are you a Herrscher prototype? Are you a Stigmata gene human? You...

Know when to stop, my friend.

The solution, which does not possess the Stigmata, now contains Honkai energy in a way that is closer to the Honkai energy adaptors of the previous civilization. Upon initial fusion, it can release something purple-black and lightning-like, exhibiting power comparable to a B-rank Valkyrie (excluding Kaslana) and speed exceeding that level, probably B+. After all, the equipmentization of the spacetime fracture system has inflated its stats too much, so if it wants to compete on the same stage, it will be at a disadvantage.

That's already amazing, it's like Superman.

But it's not that he's powerful; it's that his pioneering power is powerful.

Continuing to absorb Honkai energy could further enhance physical strength... but that would be a headlong rush towards becoming a suicide soldier.

Especially the limbs and lungs, which are the main areas of erosion, had already turned into a pale skin color like the assassins when the erosion was at its highest, and the right hand even showed a tendency to evolve into a claw shape.

You need a doctor to solve problems, and you need to see a doctor regularly to exercise, let alone modify your body like this.

"But that world doesn't have doctors with sufficient skills, though it does have scientists, haha."

Therefore, don't put your basket on one world.

The road is a bit difficult to walk.

Or rather, there was no road at all.

Everything was pale, without weeds, rocks, potholes, or uneven terrain, but every step was difficult.

He used too much force and sank deep into the snow.

If you don't apply enough force, it will slip.

I felt like I had walked for a long time, and thought I had walked a long way, but when I looked back at the actual distance... I couldn't see the shelter at all anymore, it was indeed quite far.

But who knows which direction Beloberg is in? That shelter only has basic, unimportant supplies like synesthetic beacons and written records about Beloberg; there's no map. If you get lost, you won't even be able to find your boundary anchor...

"The only option is to go back to Changkong City."

As he spoke, Fang Jie laughed at himself.

Compared to the initial despair, the trek with no way out seemed like a picnic.

Standing on this wild snowfield, he too became wild, continuing to stride forward, casting aside his fear and hesitation—exploration is a heroic and resolute act; if one seeks only to survive basely, life would be far too long.

The reason why this solution did not choose the faster option of skiing is that the seemingly barren snowfield actually conceals many dangers:

Rift monsters, and even more terrifying, an antimatter legion frozen beneath the snow.

If these natural disasters didn't have a balance, they could blow up the planet if they all self-destructed at once; it's incredibly disturbing.

He walked towards the snowfield.

……

……

The day after the Great Collapse of Changkong City, at 4 PM at Qianyu Academy, there was no nuclear explosion.

As an isolated island, it is difficult for the outside world to know what is happening here.

In particular, the Far East Branch of Schicksal, which is most likely to discover something, is cautiously observing Raiden Mei and Kiana in secret, led by Theresa.

Congratulations, congratulations.

This is also why Fang Jie seized the time to boldly conduct various experiments.

When he returned to Changkong City, his body was thoroughly battered by the wind and snow. Even with his enhanced physique, he was still no match for it, and he stomped his feet and shivered on the spot.

This attracted the assassins he had violently dragged there earlier. For some reason, its right hand was missing, but its ferocity remained unchanged, and it pounced on them.

"Hello."

Fang Jie nodded tremblingly in greeting.

"And, I forgot to say goodbye earlier."

He gripped the neck that was offered to him with one hand, drawing in energy colder than ice and snow, as efficiently as handling a lab rat.

This is why Fang Jie doesn't trust scientists; the mice often don't fare well.

He glanced at the quartz clock, which was still running despite being unaffected by electromagnetic interference. Only six hours had passed since he left, but the snowfield was extremely physically demanding, so Fang Jie decided not to continue.

Now that he has no boundary anchors to replenish his strength, maintaining his physical condition is extremely important.

Let's go outside and get some sun.

Unable to resist the temptation, even though the sunlight wasn't particularly bright when he left, Fang Jie walked out of the shelter, not intending to go too far.

He paused, then looked up ahead.

The area below the logistics warehouse is naturally not far from the cafeteria, and given the Great Collapse, it's unlikely that any suicide students would come to the cafeteria at Senba Academy.

Fang Jie thought this way until he saw what was happening before him.

What met his eyes was a murky scarlet color.

blood.