Collapse, survive

Fang Jie simply pulled out the Jizo Mitama—

There was no need to recite any vulgarities; the flowing blade, like blood, pierced the giant before them, responding to the cry of that will.

The slender blades possessed incredible power; the connection between them deepened his senses.

The visual ability of two eyes together is stronger than that of either eye alone. The hearing ability of two ears together is also stronger than that of either ear alone.

So, what would the world look like if one had four eyes and four ears... not just more eyes, but if they were synchronized with the senses of another body?

Could it be a painting within a painting like the Six Paths of Pain?

At this moment, Fang Jie felt the presence of another 'body', at least the senses were synchronized, so it was not like that at all.

Just as the images seen by two human eyes do not become two separate images, when four eyes observe the world, it only feels clear, complete, and with a wider field of vision, but without any sense of incongruity.

Even though it's so dilapidated, almost like it's blind, it still doesn't look out of place.

What? You're asking if it will feel like a split personality?

Good question. Go ask Nezha, who has three heads and six arms.

What? You're asking if a metallic body will feel like a foreign object?

Good question. Go ask the indestructible monkey.

So stop asking. Now that Fang Jie has become more arrogant, he no longer cares about the changes brought about by the corrosive power, and is instead focused on the equally undying 'will' before him.

Sleep, as the organism calls this process. The interruption of continuous consciousness, for you, can also be seen as death. Yes, you are a giant who has died, one of the countless machines left behind by the builders, a wisp of a departed soul.

[But you are rediscovering your own existence, even though your massive body is shattered, even though the engine's heat source no longer burns, you feel a phantom pain, your decaying legs are long gone. The screw bearing the Builder's emblem, the indestructible giant shield, all the parts around you have been blown away one by one, leaving only the skeleton...]

But you still woke up. A less-than-friendly hacking attack. You opened your eyes to a cold, frozen, solidified world. You tried to 'call out,' desperately wanting to know where the person I had once protected was.

No response, no response, no response

Hey! Are you some kind of space junk drifting in space?

No response, no response, no response

Until, the light broke through the clouds, the ice and snow roared, the sea reformed and burned, the murky world broke through the pale light, the light obscured the ocean, the clouds brewed a storm, and once again, it invaded your sensors, making it visible again. But what you can see is 'you,' and 'him.'

"Hey there, big guy."

He greeted the unknown, previously non-existent, surviving giant with great surprise and joy.

If there were such a thing as synchronization rate, Fang Jie felt that his synchronization rate with this behemoth must be very high.

He looked at the still immobile wreckage, raised five fingers as if to stuff something in: "This is an invitation. You choose to accept."

Just one claw to rip out the heart!

The phrase "掏心" (tāo xīn) sounds the same as "掏芯" (tāo xīn), which

Fang Jie took out the chip that was locked by the Jizo Soul and eroded it, and directly integrated it into his chest. In the flesh and blood body beneath the train ticket, the energy from Kaituo reactivated the small, damaged chip and synchronized it with his senses.

Grab it and refine it instantly!

【organism?】

This is something that 'it' cannot understand.

"Don't ask, I can't find the right parts for you right now. How about you teach me how to build my own body? I can try to save you... Never mind, I don't need you to teach me. You're already in such a terrible state. Just wait for me to take some pictures and find a doctor."

As long as the chip is preserved, or even as long as the data is saved, machines—no, intelligent machines—can be reborn at any time. But that doesn’t mean the body is unimportant; it’s cool!

While taking photos, he quickly 'downloaded' the technology preserved in the creation engine chip... without eroding its 'consciousness'.

Strange, it seems to have already been corroded.

Never mind the details, he sent a message to Walter on the Starry Sky Train.

Fang Jie: Uncle Yang, I've found something good—pictures.

'Walter: It's part of the Builders' creation engine series. It's huge. I suggest repairing it. You could try using the Herrscher of Reason's pseudo-divine key. Beloberg should also have the corresponding technology. No, let me look for it.'

For well-known reasons, the Herrscher of Reason's Divine Key is not called Void Treasury; it looks so bad that people don't want to acknowledge its existence, so it is called the Blade of the Negative World [True]. That's how it is.

But Uncle Yang, have you already assumed that this situation doesn't require a trial?

Walter: Data sent *smile.*

Fang Jie: Got it, watch this!

He was at peace with himself and no longer needed to fight.

……

……

Mechanical settlement.

"Oh dear, I'm so tired, I can't go on."

The lovely sound of crying is the adorable March 7th.

March 7th wasn't complaining, but rather that the certification printout for that mechanical settlement was really painful on her hand.

Waaaaah, three times already! She suspected that Sangbo was taking revenge on Xiaosanyue out of personal favoritism.

"Why are we running around with Sambo? This guy even showed up right after we fixed the minecart, so suspicious. And Fang Jie, waaaaaah, I can't concentrate without background music..."

"Hey, sister, don't say that. I've been trying my best to help, old Sambo. Look, we've already successfully met Oleg, the leader of the Earth Fire, and we'll be negotiating with the big boss, Schwarzro, soon."

Sangbo grinned, looking quite pleased with himself.

Forget it, even Star Core Spirits wouldn't believe that.

Sambo did indeed appear suddenly and, as promised, led them to the gate leading to the Swaro base, but then kept them in suspense: it turned out that in order to open this iron gate, they had to collect certification from the certification robot.

Simply shouting "Open Sesame" won't work.

If he could just finish what he was saying, we wouldn't waste time going in circles—that's one of the reasons why March 7th didn't want to work with Sambo.

Hoshino also felt that things had gone through a lot, but fortunately everyone finally passed the robot test. They endured the humiliation of being called "trash" and collected all three levels of certification. It was time to open the door and face Schwarzro.

So, the first gate leading to Schwarzkopf was opened, and everyone saw—

The second gate.

"..."

Silence is the only word for the pioneering team at this moment.

If someone were there, they could even play a woman singing.

It's really a good thing he's not here.

In short, let alone them, even the honest Jepard couldn't help but exclaim, "The door..."

"Damn it, it's a door again!"

Seele was a little confused. What was she doing bringing all these people here? Weren't they here to defeat Schwarz and make the Earthfire even greater?

Bronya examined it carefully: "Judging from the structure, it seems even more complex than the previous door..."

Is it still open? What certifications do I need?

Xing glanced at March 7, whose eyes were brimming with tears: "No! I've done it three times already! That certification really hurts when it's applied to my hand..."

Yes, Xing felt deeply for her when she saw her crying.

"I quite like your expression; I want to see it again."

"Ah Xing, let's stop being number one in the world."

This can't go on, expansion team!

After overcoming numerous difficulties, they finally obtained authentication for the main gate, only to find that the gates were interconnected, with one after another appearing after they were opened. This infuriated everyone, and some even considered simply climbing over the gates...

We can jump!

Fortunately, before she, a nobody, could jump up in such an unladylike manner, an angel descended.

"Um, are you here to see Mr. Schwarz?"

Barefoot on the ground, wearing a red coat and dress, a cute little girl carrying a large number of components retrieved from the Rift of Rivet Town, timidly asked this group of people.

It was Clara. They had heard of her before in the Great Mining Area; the Clara Protection Society was renowned in the Mechanical Settlement.

It’s really cute.

Bronya gasped, recognizing the fresh rift erosion marks on the components: "Are all the little girls in the lower realm monsters? Did you manage to enter the rift alone and successfully bring these back?"

"No, Clara isn't that powerful, it's just that Rivettown is much safer now."

Clara shook her head, in a good mood: "Everyone's scavenging there, and some kind uncles and aunts gave Clara these. Timmy, you're saved."

Timmy, the wandering robot beside the gate: "Protect, protect, protect Clara..."

You'd better wait until you get repaired along with that beat-up Perkins.

"Does anyone have something urgent to discuss with Mr. Schwarzroth? Clara can pass on the message..."

Clara asked again, offering her help.

Seele came representing the earth and fire, not with peace: "No, this time we need to talk to him face to face. Can you take us to see him?"

"But Mr. Schwarz has never liked communicating with others, especially the people from Earthfire..."

Clara was in a dilemma; she could deliver a message, but she couldn't decide whether to meet in person.

Seele wasn't about to back down; she was full of energy: "Of course I know that. But he's avoided talking to us too many times, and this time we're determined to see him."

"Everyone is working hard for the people in the lower districts, but Mr. Schwarzlo doesn't believe in human emotions; he only believes in the results of calculations."

Clara may seem gentle, but she is actually very determined and not so easily persuaded: "Therefore, I cannot take you to see him. If you clash with Mr. Schwarz, someone will definitely get hurt. Innocent people may also be affected."

"You kid..."

Seele looked into her eyes and realized that she couldn't persuade her with words.

That was a hostage situation?

She's just a hooligan, not a thug. No, she's not a hooligan.

"I'm out of ideas, do you have any suggestions?"

Seele looked at everyone, her gaze turning provocatively when it was Bronya's turn.

That's right, this is targeted.

Bronya received it. "Hmph," she scoffed, stepping forward. "Clara," she said, "since Schwarz's duty is to watch over the Lower Zones and protect the civilization here, why should he refuse if we share the same desire to cooperate?"

“I know Mr. Schwarz; he is not swayed by people’s desires, he only follows rational judgment.”

Clara firmly believed this.

“A terrible thing is happening in this world… In his view, the earth is nearing its end, and the lower realms have a little time left, but not much. According to Mr. Schwarzroth’s calculations, the people of the lower realms alone cannot stop the disaster from coming.”

"That's why Mr. Schwarzlo's solution involved banishing everyone from the hearth, all so that the people on the lower levels could stay as far away from the source of the disaster as possible after the upper levels collapsed, and survive for a longer period of time..."

Through Clara's explanation, everyone tentatively understood Swallow's true intentions: to rationally abandon the upper districts that could not be saved, to preserve the lower districts as much as possible, and to maximize the use of resources to prolong civilization.

She's become so rational... like Cocolia.

And, the world is about to end, with the upper echelons dying first.

Seele was the first to object: "Isn't that just putting us in a cage? Ridiculous! If we're going to die anyway, what difference does it make if we die a couple of days earlier or later? Can't we even try to struggle?"

"I'm sorry, everyone, but this is the one thing Clara cannot agree to."

Clara apologized, trusting Swallow: "Clara is going back."

"This child, so young yet so intelligent? And so stubborn?"

I listened in on the gossip on March 7th and had some thoughts.

Dan Heng also agreed: "If Belloberg's condition is really that serious, many things will become clear. She sees things clearly and has her own principles, which are completely different from March."

"Hey, Danheng! Do you really have to add that last sentence?"

On March 7th, he stood with his hands on his hips, unable to accept being identified.

The Star Core Spirit nodded vigorously, seemingly in agreement.

The atmosphere brightened again. Bronya, who was still in shock and couldn't believe it, came to her senses and envied their ease, but she still had things to do.

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