Collapse, survive

Bronya glanced at Seele, who had become timid. This female rogue actually… Bronya also watched Fang Jie's departing figure, his strides far more arrogant than when he entered Beloberg, back when he had participated in wiping out the Silvermane Iron Guards…

Land Duck's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"I remember Fang Jie also seemed to have met with the Great Guardian? Everyone, do you know what Fang Jie and the Great Guardian talked about? Was their goal the same as yours, the Star Core?"

"This one……"

March 7th tried hard to recall, but her memory was cold and blank, as if it had been hit by a huge snowball.

“He didn’t say, and we didn’t ask.”

Why didn't I ask you? Don't ask. It's not because I'm guilty.

The Star Core Essence has no guilty conscience!

She forgot about March 7th; she even forgot to retrieve the 'portrait'.

Dan Heng: "..."

He hadn't forgotten, but bombarded with Sambo's "I am the former Masked Fool, and Fang Jie is the Blood Sin Spirit," who cared what the Great Guardian had talked to him about?

"Thinking about it carefully, Fang Jie seems a bit suspicious."

On March 7th, he pondered whether he should arrest Fang Jie and get to the bottom of things.

"Beep... Match successful... Starting search for lost item [Minecart Pin]..."

The brainwave scanning module was indeed damaged, and Cha Bao had been manually activated by Xing through trial and error.

"Beep! Beep! Similar object detected. Please follow the 'Safety Guide for Home Item Finder' to begin the search."

We'll have to talk about that later.

……

……

Fang Jie has already left; he didn't just come here because he got lost, he really was looking for Sang Bo.

Himeko's series of "evidence" revealed some of his "unusual" traits, and there was no reason why Sambo couldn't see it. He even pointed it out to himself!

The difference between Bloodstained Spirits and Self-Destroyers...

Fang Jie still remembered that old, dilapidated shelter with dried grass and red sausage under the snow; it couldn't have been a grave offering, could it?

He considered himself clear-headed, and there was no "I can't tell, I can't tell" feeling, at least not in the story so far, which was gradually getting better.

And naturally, he found Sambo.

What a coincidence.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

The mining area was in complete chaos. The warmer temperatures, the expansion of the safe zone in Rivet Town, and the increased mobility in the lower levels had created the disorder.

Sambo, dressed in a casual, colorful outfit—roughly a modified suit—with a fashionable hairstyle, a flippant expression, and a self-proclaimed handsome man, turned around with tree sap dangling from his mouth, asking, "Huh?"

Fang Jie walked over and looked at the rocking horse under his buttocks?

Even Hooke doesn't play this!

The little rocking horse sat on the Sambo, but the vehicle, which was more suitable for children, could not carry an adult as big as him. He huddled in the seat like a quail, and the little rocking horse swayed with great difficulty, the process sluggish and slow, as if it could not bear the weight.

Fang Jie couldn't stand it anymore and started playing cheerful rocking horse music, but it was choppy and noisy, like something out of a children's horror movie.

Sambo sat on the rocking horse, chewing on a twig, completely unconcerned about the stares of passersby: "No, no, no, old Sambo is just sitting here for a while, taking a rare break. My butt can't sit on anything else, poor me with my old rheumatism. Sigh, these young people nowadays."

Miserable!

Fang Jie, unconcerned about Sangbo's buttocks and legs, said, "Let's talk."

He was actually prepared not to find Sambo, and even he himself couldn't believe that things would go so smoothly. He had only walked around the mining area and beaten up a few miners when someone told him that the blue guy was here.

I'm so lucky.

"We can talk, we can talk. But first... change the music."

Sambo said with a pained expression, "Everyone's watching. What if we scare the children?"

Forget it, I can slap a miner one slap at a time, and I could do it a dozen or twenty times without even blinking. I'm not worried about scaring the kids.

And look at the skyrocketing crime rate in Belleburg, it's practically a vice city now. You're the kind of person who routinely robs nobles, including but not limited to spice shops, and causes the Iron Guards to search for wigs everywhere...

Fang Jie changed to another song, the simple and unpretentious "Jasmine Flower," a national favorite.

"This song is for you, thank you for the red sausage, Sambo."

"Oh dear, this is a bit too much of a match. You, me, us, is this appropriate?"

Sambo slapped his thigh, and the rocking car accelerated its bumpy ride, creaking and groaning.

"What's inappropriate about it? Everyone's a protagonist, like you. Isn't it fun, Sambo? You're the one who brought me to Belleburg?"

Fang Jie was quite grateful to him, but still wanted to know what had happened before.

Sambo's face fell immediately: "How could that be? Sambo, I was just unlucky to run into you. Look at my butt, it still hurts. We were all so happy and close, like family. How could it be so miserable?"

"?"

Fang Jie wasn't sure if this was a joke, or if it wasn't something a family member said, but rather, "What did I do to your butt?"

Or are you saying that without the mask you have no face, and your butt is equivalent to...

Did I drag you into the shadow of nothingness as well?

"Hey, why be so serious, friend?"

Sambo, with a grin, interrupted Fang Jie's train of thought.

“Don’t worry about the details. Like the story of Bellberg, I don’t need to be the main character, right? It’s enough for me to be the clown wearing the mask.”

"Look ahead, everyone look ahead! Aren't the people on the Starry Sky Train interesting? No wonder Boss Aha likes them; they're even more interesting than I imagined."

"Remember to keep this a secret, my friend. If the mask is removed prematurely and the clown steps onto the stage, the whole show will be ruined."

Fang Jie was surprised by his honesty and his refusal to dwell on what he had done to Sang Bo, instead focusing on being a good listener.

Besides, one should be careful what the Masked Fool says; he believes Sambo the man, not just his words.

as well as.

"Did it break?"

He really didn't intend to expose Sambo, but if Sambo were to expose him... March 7th jumping up and punching would be quite intimidating.

The two exchanged a glance and inexplicably established the Era of Deterrence.

"I feel like the story has only just begun."

"That means you felt pleasure."

Sambo beamed, “That’s why we often say ‘stay tuned,’ hoping that viewers can feel joy. For me, the better—the more it reflects human dignity, the more sophisticated the joy.”

"Humanity, dignity, and joy."

Fang Jie sensed the power contained within and reached out his hand.

I will surpass Seele without her help.

Between the five fingers, it's as if birch branches are sprouting from flesh and blood, verdant and beautiful, dripping pure sap. A cup shaped like a leaf releases a sweet, wine-like aroma.

"Thank you, my friend. This drink is on me—a toast to humanity, dignity, happiness, and you."

I already told you there are kids watching!

"Friend, thank you for your hospitality, but Old Sambo has some things to do and can't be absent."

Sambo finally let go of the little wooden horse, stood up, and limped to his feet, bowing with his hand on his chest.

"If possible, please leave the room for now."

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P.S.: Third update!

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Super Wisdom, March 7th.

"So, I was kicked out of the story by Sambo and had to hide away, waiting for things to develop as he expected."

Fang Jie was actually disliked.

Standing up Xing and Xiao Sanyue will probably definitely make them look bad; I can almost picture them pounding the ground and yelling, "Fang Jie, without you, where will we find our background music..."

That's quite interesting.

However, it's his own fault for not being able to control his strength; when he has a hammer, everything looks like a nail.

This leads him to be simplistic and crude in his actions, lacking subtlety. Schwarz is not the type to be good at pretending, and the two are likely to have a passionate encounter – Clara loses her adoptive father, and Sambo loses his script.

This doesn't work.

"If it weren't for the offerings on Sangbo's grave back then, I might still be living a life of hardship in the snowfield. There's nothing wrong with me being with the pioneering team, but the world outside is much more expansive and boundless."

How vast and boundless is it?

The source of the cold wave is located in the northernmost Everwinter Ridge. Beyond it and Beloberg, the former ocean area that forms a triangle is where the calculus is located.

He completely melted this patch of icy sea, and then, with the steaming heat, sketched out a line of words—

'I'm here'

The characters, though not large, stretch for miles with every stroke, burning with an inextinguishable seascape of the heart.

It is an expression that can be distinguished with the naked eye even when in the outer space orbit of Arillow-VI.

This planet once welcomed visitors from all over the galaxy with an open attitude, and even though that attitude has long been lost, it should still be cherished.

"I find the green hills charming, and I imagine the green hills find me just as charming."

Fang Jie no longer hated the snowfield so much after burning it all down with his own hands.

On the other side of the sea, where he came from, he and Ling carried Yae Sakura across this icy sea. The other side of the sea is his landing point, where he can also find many kinds of miscellaneous items from Changkong City.

— Gathering these things that could be used in an emergency, and relocating them to await those who would come after, Fang Jie once again saw the boundary anchor that had saved his life.

Himeko showed him the photos, and he was able to find it.

It stands silently on the snowfield, planted by an unknown person many years ago—silent, still, and expressive.

Hello, it's nice to see you again.

Fang Jie didn't burn the surroundings too violently. Instead, he planted torches that resembled the world of 'block people,' melting and drying the earth little by little, allowing trees to sprout through the torches.

Without Seele, and without unlocking the Trial of the Blade of Destiny, these are all just saplings.

That's enough. The environment here is too high and might cause it to wither. The cold wave caused by the star core is so strong that even March 7, who has the protection of pioneering spirit, feels cold if you get too close.

He tirelessly planted cold-resistant tree species and left insulation measures. He could easily leap over the same path he had come from, but of course, he would not be fast.

In the end, on the drizzling black earth, a few saplings were scattered listlessly. Compared to the even fewer but fiercely burning torches, it was unknown how many of them would survive.

Darkness turns to light, light turns to darkness, new green spreads across the land, and firelight adorns the pale landscape.

Perhaps it's completely useless; even if it's a cold-resistant tree species, under the frigid tides of the star core...

He had already left the original spot at a slow pace, and started planting more trees—these were the saplings for pioneering!

Beneath this land, in the former battlefields and near the harbor, the remnants of a great battle were revealed after the ice and snow melted into the sea.

In order to find various places to plant the saplings, Fang Jie discovered it.

"What have I discovered this time? Friend, could you be... a precious treasure?!"

As the radar spun, Fang Jie discovered a treasure in the sea he had ignited. You see, he doesn't like rummaging through trash cans, and there aren't many things that catch his eye.

Beneath the melted ice shell, which has melted to an unknown depth, lies a massive machine wreckage, frozen in place, standing over eighty meters tall, resembling a mountain, in a fist-like posture.

Its entire body was tattered and broken, even its head was shattered, and the sensors that acted as its eyes and ears were broken, but it still had 'life force' and 'chips' that could transmit signals outward.

Today, Fang Jie, holding the Jizo Mitama, thought it was nothing special and easily arrived at the Bell Realm to find it.

This 'mountain' exists silently, and even though it can no longer move, it exudes a tremendous sense of oppression. Looking down at its fighting posture, Fang Jie could feel the fighting spirit still running within the chip.

It is not for fighting; it was not created for fighting.

How can I describe this feeling?