Collapse, survive

However, the spatial manipulation and blockade by the Fangjie are something that even the energy of the star core and the phase transformation of the Grand Sun cannot break through.

The spatial structure is comparable to that of the Milky Way's orbital plane, making even the Star Train hesitant to jump across it. It's not that it's impossible to jump across, but rather that it doesn't know what it would encounter.

The Star Train is never indestructible; the Milky Way has too many ways to break it, and passengers will suffer as a result.

In short, the outcome of this battle is already decided.

The winner takes all, while the loser…

Fang Jie released the small Durandal, a doll even smaller than the armed puppet, exquisite and beautiful, looking up at the giants with a somewhat bewildered expression.

"This is……"

She seemed to see the treasure in her consciousness, just like Kiana!

Fang Jie had a huge face, still smiling smugly.

"This is how I plan to construct the Void Array. You see, the sun is nothing more than a handful. If we cannot protect our own star system, we will only regret it when faced with a huge disaster."

Fang Jie wasn't just talking nonsense, but that kind of future is still far off, so it's more of a way to guide and suppress internal conflicts within civilizations.

As he had already discovered, the collapsed solar system was a massive spacetime structure, where the cocoon of the end suppressed everything, and any extraterrestrial visitors who accidentally stumbled in, or any travelers on their destiny's journey, were all killed.

As for the messenger...

Even the Envoy is not omnipotent. Before the advent of time, it could only huff and puff as it repeatedly traversed the imaginary energy tidal zones between galaxies. The vastness of the Milky Way made this kind of exploration extremely, extremely, extremely inefficient.

Even the Star Gods never discovered the collapsing solar system.

This is the boundary beyond the known worlds of the galaxy, so well hidden that even the Twilight War might not have affected it, nor has it been reduced to the old world shattered into chaos, nor has it become the new world where the Imaginary Tree reshaped and gave birth to the Star Gods.

"And this is a gift, I hope you like it."

Fang Jie presented an immense gift, a present from the pure and beautiful knight: a lance with a broken tip, replaced by an iris flower, from the mourning musician.

It is a magnificent tragedy written for heroes who are about to meet their end, and a poignant lament sung for extinguished stars.

In today's galaxy, the faction that most enjoys dealing with pure and beautiful knights is probably the Masked Fools. These fools often tease and amuse themselves by making fun of the knights' faith that Idrila will eventually return, while the noble knights are always very devout and stubbornly practice their pure and beautiful faith.

For the reasons mentioned above, we mourn the empathy of the actors and the Knights, and together we celebrate beauty.

Who is Aha?

Let's unite!

Fang Jie thought it was great. He disliked Aha and didn't mind that Aha noticed him here. He took it back and gave it to Durandal.

Yulandel didn't understand those things, and her small hands couldn't grasp them at all. Instead, Fang Jie sent her into the iris, making her look like a flower fairy.

The maid, who wished to remain anonymous, was so enraged that she frantically searched for her camera.

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Chapter 140 The Beauty of Pleasure - Give Me Back My Beauty Punch

At midday, the sun was shining brightly.

Under the brilliant sunlight, Durandal shone brightly, her art style completely different from the main character's, and she was part of the passionate protagonist's storyline. Even though she was small, her spirit was still towering.

In comparison, it's no wonder that Fang Jie felt discouraged and that his dream of becoming a passionate protagonist had been shattered.

It lacks momentum; it doesn't have enough momentum.

The iris-patterned lance, its broken edges now mottled, cast a shadow. She sat gracefully on the petals like a flower fairy, filled with unprecedented wonder.

She was immersed in the spirit conveyed by the carefully chosen gift, just as she often meditated on the black abyss and white flowers, and felt from it... a sorrowful beauty and life.

Why did Fang Jie choose "Mourning the Performer"? He clearly had a friend who was a masked fool, the kind who could kick people with earth-shattering, cold-blooded legs.

In the eyes of the Masked Fool, they are a bunch of fools nicknamed "Crybabies," who refuse to experience joy.

After being tormented by the fun of a certain strongest nameless guest, or perhaps the fun of the strongest masked fool, Fang Jie decided that it was better to mourn the actor.

Moreover, there is the pure and beautiful spirit of chivalry.

On the Immortal Boat, he chose this treasure and felt its spirit. When the lance passed by, the petals of the iris would flutter and scatter like they were growing, a manifestation of beauty.

And a kind of sadness, like a cat, creeps into one's heart, following memories to find oneself, lingering at one's feet. A refreshing, slightly chilly autumn breeze brushes against one's face, bringing with it a rain that stirs up a sense of tranquility.

It is bitter, much like growing up.

Do people have to grow through loss?

Losing something beautiful leaves behind bitter fruit. We must learn to pluck that bitter fruit, forget it, vent our emotions, bury it, and swallow it. A relatively correct approach allows us to move forward after losing something bitter; an incorrect approach isn't necessarily a bad thing, it just leaves indelible scars…

Hypothesis: Emotions are the Esperanto before all other Esperanto.

So crying is the first phoneme in Esperanto.

Joy, at first glance, seems to be the opposite of sorrow; joy and sorrow are the patterns engraved on both sides of the coin of the soul.

But the crying that comes from dissatisfaction is the only clear signal that an infant can express their needs when they cannot express themselves. It is life's call to the world to announce its arrival, the first ripple when miracles flow, the beginning, the rest, and the final period.

Dissatisfaction is not the same as sadness, but this does not prevent sadness and other negative emotions from taking center stage when perceived, becoming the spokesperson for dissatisfaction.

The evening rain will eventually dissipate.

Like tears...

Sadness is like rain; it may be unpleasant because of its dampness, but the process of washing away sadness is essential.

Durandal was somewhat lost in thought. Leaning against the petals, she touched the gift blankly, lost in thought.

"What's wrong with her? She hasn't moved for ages."

A certain white-haired idiot quietly approached, also staring intently at Durandal, watching her blankly, lost in thought.

Fang Jie glanced at this seemingly foolish but actually wise little genius: "Kiana, you don't need to make excuses. I know what you want to ask. Don't worry, I still like you more."

"Wh-what? That's nonsense. I didn't do anything coy about her."

I didn't say you cared about her.

Kiana pretended to be oblivious, staring blankly at Durandal, watching the afternoon sunlight filter through the flowers and onto her beautiful, waist-length blonde hair, everything blending together seamlessly, perfectly natural, and with an indescribable sadness about her.

"Lord Yulandel?"

Not far away, Rita was also somewhat at a loss, unsure whether she should get closer, but probably not. Apart from Kiana, no one should get close at a time like this.

The information about Durandal, the "older sister," and Kiana, the "younger sister," wasn't provided to Kiana by Fang Jie, but rather by Siegfried, Durandal, Kiana, and others...

When Theresa, who rebelled against destiny, led the people to join forces with the leader of Anti-Entropy, people were busy with the changes in the world, but it didn't affect... well, the big accounting.

Many things were clarified in this process, and the truth was no longer hidden by Otto's veiled schemes.

Kiana was furious!

The Honkai Impact 3rd reconciliation, every scroll bears my name.

What could she do? Her stinky dad had been found, and he was busy reviving her mom, plus she had an extra sister... What the heck, it's making me feel like...

Even Kiana would be at a loss when faced with that blonde knight.

Like now.

Fang Jie, who keeps saying he'll propose to me someday, is also...

That kind of favoritism.

Fang Jie reached out and put his arm around Kiana's shoulder, looking with obvious affection at her unconsciously clenched fists. Even though 'Sirin' was still sleepwalking outside, Kiana...

She felt both hopeful and uneasy about her new family.

Fang Jie said gently, "You are very cute, so don't be afraid."

"Oh."

Kiana gave a perfunctory answer, somewhat envious of Durandal's gift, which was...pure.

She understood it, though she didn't know why, but she just understood it. That lance stirred up the most 'childlike' and 'pure' part of Durandal's heart, refined it, and resonated with it.

Perhaps it was the dream of becoming a knight, or the vow to save others and become a hero; it was an echo that would never be forgotten, even if the memory faded.

Sad, beautiful.

In comparison, if Kiana were to receive such a gift...

Um, rice cake?

In short, she was envious.

Compared to what she received, Kiana was initially delighted to browse through "Peerless Martial Arts," but later she could only pout and stare blankly at the massive catalog.

Fang Jie must have chosen the wrong gift; I don't like this.

Himeko's eyes were brimming with tears.

Like Rita, she didn't approach Kiana at this moment, even though something seemed off about her. She still looked disheveled after being beaten up by Rita, her braids were all messed up, her silver hair was scattered and messy, and there were shoe prints on her face...

Rita, you're so fierce.

Fang Jie looked at this white-haired idiot who was far less charming than Durandal. It wasn't that she felt inferior; it was that she felt ashamed of herself. In front of the radiant and unwavering Durandal, she was still very vulnerable and subconsciously retreated and moved away...

He reached out, put his arm around the girl's shoulder, and gently stroked her face, wiping away the grime.

“What does ‘Oh’ mean? You don’t believe me? You’re really cute.”

"Liar."

Kiana was awakened by the warmth. She turned to look at him, rubbing her messy, graying hair. Like a country mouse seeing a city mouse, she wondered how Kiana could be so beautiful, so strong, so amazing…

Her expression was evasive and confused, as if she didn't want anyone to see how she felt at that moment.

I'm very introverted. I should have stayed in my dorm and buried my head in the blankets, curled up like a cat with my thighs between my legs.

"Okay, I admit it, Kiana, you're not cute enough, or rather, you're cute, but not quite beautiful enough to be described as beautiful."

Fang Jie had no choice but to settle for second best and earnestly point out her shortcomings.

These words... hurt me, I'm heartbroken. Kiana pouted, her lips so delicate they could hold a kettle.

Just like when Xiao Sanyue saw Fang Jie being tricked by a mature and beautiful older sister, the main message was "You deserve to die." If it weren't so blatant, I would still consider you a good friend.

You need a little confidence.

More recognition is needed.

Look at me, like me, praise me, respect me...

The clouds were soft and fluffy white, and Kiana looked on with a naive anticipation, carrying a hint of the anxieties of someone not yet adolescence, still a little girl. Her mental age was different from that of another mascot in Fang Jie's eyes—no, not just Little March, perhaps even younger than Star Core Spirit…

Fang asked what he wanted to order, looking into those eyes—blue, clear, like autumn waves, yet those bright eyes revealed unease and hesitation…

"How about I prepare another gift for you, Kiana?"

"Huh? What do you mean? Do you think I'm that kind of person? Everyone only gets one..."

Kiana instinctively refused, thinking that it would make her seem unreasonable and jealous of her sister!

No, this is not good.

But her eyes lit up immediately, and Fang Jie stroked Kiana's face.

With that ambiguous smile on his face, she waited, anticipating what kind of understanding and tenderness Fang Jie must possess to dare to utter such words of favoritism.

Oh dear, she doesn't want to hear it.

Fang Jie's lips curled up, just like Kiana's expectant smile. His eyes narrowed into slits, and a fox-like smile appeared on his face. He ran his hands over the cute baby face. While choosing a gift, he also developed a couple of moves that had not yet been incorporated into "Peerless Martial Arts".

Sincerity is the key; the intention matters more than the method.

The solution he gave Kiana, which involved almost no skill, might not be what she wanted most at that moment, but it was everything he had summarized.

Based on [pure beauty], [pleasure], and a tiny bit of the Great Yang Technique, he even developed an earth-shattering move.

Fang Jie calls it the "Restore My Beauty Fist"!

Undoubtedly, he has manifested the power hidden within his once clear laughter, and has taken great strides toward Sambo and Hanabi, but more like Giovanni, he has developed a secret method that everyone loves.

Here——

Kiana's expectant gaze.

Fang Jie clenched his fist, not to make her feel like she had been turned into a little elf and had the power to cover the sky, but to punch her very cute face.

So abrupt!