Collapse, survive

They've already started talking about the next stop, the next stop a long time from now.

"Pinocone was originally a prison star used by the company to exile criminals, at least at the time when it was recorded. However, after the outbreak of the Cancer of the Star Core, it was embraced by Hippe Harmony and was said to have been transformed into an incredibly prosperous dreamland, a great place for dating."

"It's still early,"

Fang Jie's sense of time had been shattered by recent rapid advancements, and by the time he reached Pinocchio, he had no idea how much his values ​​had ballooned.

At least he plans to see what the new world is like.

Even if the penalty area collapses twice...

So what if we're wiped out?

"Yes, it's still early. The family is preparing to hold a banquet there, and they will send invitations to the train. It's different for the Star Core Hunters; we are not invited."

"It won't stop you from going too."

"Yes, although it's probably Sam who's going there, she'll be there... Hmm, Pinocone is a great place for a date."

The script, though only a few lines long, didn't diminish her wonderful, dreamlike experience once again.

Kafka was even a little envious.

And she's using the heat radiation from the lava pool to make 'hot spring eggs'—frankly, the temperature is high enough to fry steel bars.

After all, Fang Jie had a big appetite, so she thoughtfully prepared a staple food while they chatted. Any chef could make it, but any chef knows that fried rice is the most difficult dish to make.

Fang Jie also enjoyed being taken care of and didn't want to have too many expectations.

More than the aroma of fried rice, the pleasant scent of Kafka's perfume wafted into his nose, making him drowsy. Looking at her back, he saw a light purple casual dress under a thin bath towel, the material so soft it looked as delicate as a young girl's skin.

They're itching to do something.

Do you want to do something stupid?

Although we've only met a few times, both he and Kafka have a familiar feeling that we've known each other for a long time. Perhaps that's fate.

March 7th, who needed to knock on the door, rushed in and elbowed him, angrily telling him to stop, saying that he was just lusting after a woman.

In short, the restless Fang Jie reached out and slapped the very maternal Kafka.

"Ah."

With a crisp slap, Kafka showed a bewildered expression, which made Fang Jie keep a straight face while secretly laughing to himself. He then took the opportunity to slap her big buttocks with just the right amount of force.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself."

The warmth and softness emanating from my palm, with a touch of elasticity.

Fang Jie really wanted to hit him a few hundred more times.

So he continued...

There's even a kind of fighting while... hehe.

"【listen to me】"

Kafka snapped out of her daze, a smile playing on her lips. She clenched her right fist and tapped the frozen wooden figure's head: "Can't control yourself? I'll help you—thank you for giving me the chance to offend you."

Fang Jie remained motionless, having been struck by the power of words.

Kafka seems to have been waiting for such a 'future'.

Fang Jie fell into the trap after all.

Kafka continued to fry the egg gracefully, but this time, before the egg could be stir-fried with rice, it was already cut into pieces with a knife, a punishment worthy of being described as being subjected to a thousand cuts.

What about the previous one?

The person who hadn't moved ate it.

So, is he actually unable to move?

"Get up."

Upon receiving the order, Fang Jie stood up, bracing his hands on the edge of the lava pool, with a fresh batch of scrambled eggs in front of him.

Kafka fed him by hand, the scent of her perfume mingling with the fragrance and filling his nostrils. The pleasant aroma made his blood rush backward and gather downward.

At this moment, Kafka, the 'virtuous wife and loving mother,' exudes a unique charm of a mature woman, which is very alluring, especially her perfectly chosen fragrance, which greatly stimulates male hormones.

That means he was soaking in lava, otherwise he would have definitely pulled her along.

Kafka paused in feeding him, saying, "It's okay, this is normal, you don't need to be shy."

"I'm not shy."

So the power of words really doesn't work?

Seeing her thoughtful expression, Fang Jie smiled awkwardly.

In short, Fang Jie quickly straightened up and swallowed the fried rice: "Come on, do whatever you want; come on, don't be pitied!"

As long as he's invited to dinner, Fang Jie is willing to cooperate with anything that isn't bad.

Kafka also smiled, her reaction quite calm. She stood up, smoothed her hair, and moved closer to Fang Jie.

More striking than her overall slump is the approaching red lips.

A smile appeared on her well-proportioned and beautiful features, like bright sunshine, yet carrying an unsettling danger as she greeted him.

Compared to her penchant for sneaking attacks on Theresa, or Fang Jie's forehead and cheeks, she was more graceful, aiming her lips at his.

Fang Jie was a little embarrassed by that expression.

"Yes, that's quite impressive."

Kafka pecked him, smiled, and reached out to hug Fang Jie, refusing to back down, because they weren't very familiar with each other yet, so she had to be more enthusiastic.

"[Listen to me] - You are very relaxed, extremely relaxed, completely relaxed. Go to sleep, and forget about everything you can't control. But it's too early to forget."

She bit Fang Jie's ear, her breath coming in suggestive murmurs that were utterly captivating.

This scene made March 7th, who couldn't help but push open the door, widen his eyes in astonishment.

The wicked woman hugged Fang Jie, who was speaking with his mouth open and eyes closed, a sly smile flashing across her face, her brows seemingly saying, "You're still too green to fight me."

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Chapter 130: Stiff Character Design, Deadly Character Design, and Explosive Character Design.

Hahaha, that's a lie. Actually, Xiao Sanyue didn't see anything.

The door opened, and the steaming room, though not filled with volcanic ash, was still permeated with vapor waves. A gloomy atmosphere hung in the air, which felt heavy as lead. The glass curtain wall was occasionally covered with sticky, fragmented 'dew,' which slowly crawled downwards with the help of gravity...

So forget about Ah Qi, she's become Ah Qi too.

Fang Jie felt he had fallen for a honey trap. It wasn't that he wanted to make A Qi's character less rigid and cold, or that A Xing's pioneering work wouldn't end in disaster, so he compromised and played the role of a lecher, trying to gain Kafka's attention and get her to reveal some details about the future.

They don't know it's for their own good, but it wouldn't be good if I only have a superficial understanding.

Kafka, you didn't want this either...

In short, Fang Jie is only being so attentive because he cares about everyone!

Selflessness, dedication, and altruism...

This is him—he believes trust is mutual and that love can touch everyone's heart.

He was French kissed; it was a honey trap. His strong female dominance...

To be honest, it's a little embarrassing.

A murmur echoed in my ears.

"Good boy."

A feeling of almost melting relaxation, and a warmth warmer than magma, enveloped in a warm embrace, I felt a soft touch that was both strange and familiar, as if I had stepped into my comfort zone, and there were those beautiful eyes gazing at me tenderly.

"[Listen to me]—From now on, look at all of this carefully, not for the world you want to create, but to believe in trust, to believe in love, and to focus on the 'now,' not to look for traces of what you know above..."

It's unlikely that Kafka's Word of Power will work against the opponent, but it's also unlikely that her Word of Power will be ineffective against the opponent.

The gentle whispers, so close, went in one ear and out the other. He wasn't admiring anything else, but rather her eyes, dark yet adorned with colored contact lenses, like a deep, unfathomable black hole, yet revealing a tenderness within.

Yes, she was gazing at me tenderly.

Kafka has ulterior motives regarding Star Core, and she is not a 'good woman' in the conventional sense. She was once a demon hunter, was on the company's wanted list, and did many evil things in the conventional sense for Star Core.

She didn't know what the best future was, but the worst future... she never looked at the stars right now, but remained forever in the future she longed for.

Dominant, and dominated.

Fang Jie understands that feeling very well. He is looking at you and your future. The present and the past, the past and the future overlap, deep yet empty. Is he really concerned about you, or about the potential hidden within you?

He was confused by this, but fortunately, the two Divine Gold Saints around him didn't care at all, and were happy every day...

Even if the character is stiff and cold, and somewhat resembles a cat.

Upon exiting the room, a greatly shocked Ah Qi slammed the door shut and deliberately strode forward, running away.

Those beautiful legs were also extremely youthful and lovely, and...

Hehehehe, what a funny expression.

Ah Qi is searching for her past, but Fang Jie knows that the Qiong Guan Zhen cannot answer that past, and even the Sunday God cannot trace her past and thus shape the dream.

Her past will only be revealed in the distant future, but Fang Jie's knowledge is limited to her rigid and cold persona.

Therefore, he was unaware.

He really wanted to ask Kafka...

Kaffa maintained a smile that wasn't as sweet as Ah Qi's, even when Ah Qi was angry she was sweeter than her, but Kaffa was gentle enough, considerate enough, and dangerous enough.

That smile:

Half cold, half warm.

"[Listen to me] - Eriol can see the future, but he cannot interfere with your choices. We are all 'slaves to fate,' but I hope you, and all of you, are not."

"[Listen to me] - I love you as you love us, without any falsehood, without any future of giving everything and then destroying everything, but also remember, do not indulge your desires and turn into a demon."

"【Listen to me】—Keep your will going and reach that ending with your own will. I like you just the way you are, just as you like us."

"Listen to me—You will eventually change us, and we will change you. In other words, we and you are each other's destiny, intertwined, entwined, a beautiful future."

“Listen to me: I am glad that you trust and love us as partners, and I don’t want anything to stand in our way, especially doubt. But as we have yet to read the script, you and I will definitely encounter many dangers and find ourselves in terrible predicaments.”

"Don't worry or doubt. As long as you're alive, you'll make mistakes and embarrass yourself all the time. But you don't need to be overly vigilant or overly reflect on everything. It's impossible for a person to be right every time. Even if you could do it all over again, with your experience and mindset at the time, you would still make the same choices. Don't judge your past self from your current perspective. You need to know that you've already done a great job."

"Let's look forward to it more, to the wonderful things that will happen in the future, just like you and me."

Word magic doesn't work, but words are useful enough.

Fang Jie asked a lot of questions... without any preamble, Kafka, who was reading the script, gently responded with a whole bunch of things, as if she were weaving false memories for the Star Core Spirit, instilling a lot of information in him to put his mind at ease and relax.

This is probably what hot spring psychological therapy is like.

To this day, the solution with its excessively inflated numerical values ​​is indeed, as he understood from the beginning, one that is large and the other small.

The more he pursued power, the more power oppressed 'me', which in turn suppressed many things, including what he called human nature. He gradually lost interest in everything and became more immersed in the 'past' than exploring the unknown or forging a future.

Everything is negable.

Philosophy, morality, history... denying the world, denying humanity, denying meaning, purpose, or comprehensible ultimate truth.

And it degrades the self to the highest value.

That's why Kafka is here; when the past and the future are so similar, 'I' remain unmoved.

She reached out and stroked Fang Jie's body, his cheeks, neck, chest, and lower abdomen...

With a smile, an innate charm, and a captivating restraint, Fang Jie finally relaxed completely as she closed his eyes, only feeling the slightly disheveled, soft strands of hair falling down, tickling him...

In the end, he fell asleep.

There's no need to force yourself to sleep soundly; that's not necessary diligence. He should learn to be like an anonymous guest, catching up on sleep afterward.

"Crack-!"

The lava became clear, like a burning sea or a surging river, eventually turning into clear water, and even the surrounding steam turned into mist.

Ah Qi grew angrier the more she thought about it, so she tiptoed back and quietly opened the door—

Then I saw Kafka lying on her side next to Fang Jie, scratching him little by little with her hair, but even so he was still lying there motionless as if he were dead.