Collapse, survive

And Seele seems a bit too extreme.

The same applies to Schwarzkopf; there's no need to look at it, it only listens to Clara, and Clara... listens to Hook!

Shouldn't we listen to Natasha's wishes, even if it's just rounding up?

"Then may I ask you to help me now?"

Natasha had nothing to give in return; it seemed she had nothing left, only scarcity and despair. Even the subterranean fire surging from the lower levels was out of control, and she had to abandon her dignity to beg.

If it were truly useful, she would have abandoned it long ago. Requesting from the lower levels is futile; wishes are insignificant. Only survival and action matter. She must consider this carefully…

How weak she was, she sighed.

After being disappointed too many times, I have long forgotten that the world is not always like that of the lower classes, and I no longer believe in the lofty spirit that once existed.

She herself practices what she preaches, yet she finds it difficult to trust others...

"I beg you."

This time, Natasha showed no hesitation or confusion, and spoke her wish to the attentive Fang Jie:

"I hope Belloberg can be restored to its wholeness. I hope the people of both the upper and lower districts can greet the dawn together. I hope more people can see tomorrow arrive."

“You who come from the sky have watered this world on the verge of withering with hope, and have made me certain that tomorrow is not a bitter lie we tell our children.”

"Tomorrow does exist, it will happen tomorrow."

But not today.

The situation must be brought under control. The longer people remain confused, bewildered, and chaotic, the more unfounded suspicions arise, and the easier it is for the situation to spiral out of control.

"as you wish."

Fang Jie doesn't care about conflict, but he is willing to restrain its blindness. The galaxy is too big, and Beloberg is too small. The protective power is still waning.

The rain is about to get heavier.

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P.S.: This is the tenth update! Aren't I handsome?! (?o?o) ??

Chapter 45 Let my weakness vanish with the butterfly.

Traversing the edge of the trails, traversing the Iron Guard restricted zone, and arriving at Everwinter Ridge, the wilderness of Beloborg's far north reveals its harsh side.

"The wind and snow are getting heavier, it's so cold."

Shivering on March 7th.

Danheng glanced at her bare legs: "The cold that even the power of pioneering gods cannot protect is not a natural environment; it has its own will. This means we are getting closer and closer to the star core."

The Star Core Spirit also had bare legs, but it didn't feel cold. It curiously explored its surroundings, almost licking the iron railings!

Of course, she wouldn't lick it.

We need to get down to business.

Judging from the surrounding furnishings, the group had most likely arrived at the core area of ​​this old border fortress, which was far more expansive than the isolated city of Beloborg and had many places worth exploring.

However, we can explore the areas ahead later; finding the star core is the priority.

Xing then abandoned the idea of ​​lingering there and thoroughly investigated the junkyard she deemed valuable until she lost interest in its history.

The star core is just ahead, and there are enemies.

The enemy will surely be stationed on your only route, tacitly condoning all the destruction you cause here, and will eventually be defeated by you, ending your miserable life hastily.

—Eat!

"What's gotten into you all of a sudden? Aren't you cold with your legs bare? Shiluwa's shivering!"

On March 7th, I simply moved closer to her to keep warm.

"March, cheer up! Don't die, little March!"

The Star Core Spirit suddenly let out a strange cry and grabbed a snowball, rubbing it all over March 7th.

"Ugh, you're going to die!"

However, she did look more energetic.

I'm going to tell you a story about porcupines during a cold winter.

Hiluva wasn't a porcupine; she gave a bitter smile: "It seems this is the end for me. This isn't something I can overcome just by cheering myself up."

"You may leave; we will treat prisoners of war well."

Xing generously let her go; if he were to take her with him, he might die before fulfilling his ambitions.

"Thank you."

Hilva suddenly stopped, stood at attention, and gave them a guard's salute: "Gentlemen, Belloborg, and her, we entrust everything to you. We have no way to repay you but to pray and wish you a triumphant return."

Compared to her sensible and considerate nature, which was a burden, Bronya was really excessive, and even needed Seele to take care of her in order to continue forward in the wind and snow.

"Don't hold back."

"I know."

Bronya gritted her teeth and took a forceful step forward.

Why should the weak fight?

Bronya pursed her lips tightly. Her role as the acting High Warden granted her even more power from the protection, a miracle constructed by the Builders and an essential part of the legacy passed down through generations.

Keep going.

No one stopped her. As she went deeper, the surrounding air grew colder and colder, and a bleak metallic smell filled your nostrils.

It is the star's core.

Such coldness was not just due to temperature, but also to the abnormal erosion of the star core. The star core essence was particularly affected, feeling the low groans and hisses that had been lingering in its mind gradually becoming clearer, accompanied by severe dizziness.

All signs indicate that she is also failing.

"Hey, cheer up!"

The encouragement from March 7th was powerful. Xing shook his head and gave a thumbs up: "Don't underestimate me."

What lies ahead?

She didn't know, she only understood one thing: if she didn't keep moving forward, she would never know the answer to this question.

Finally, the new anomaly was not the echoing illusion of the High Warden, but an even more unusual phenomenon...

Some sculptures resemble human figures, while others are not. The abnormal energy emanating from them is so intense that it is unsettling.

Is this some kind of ominous sign? Or is it just one of the countless errors in the rift? The answer lies hidden in the echoing afterimage of this humanoid figure.

"What is this thing... Ugh, how terrifying!"

On March 7th, I had intended to poke it with an arrow, like poking Sambo in a snowdrift, but I decisively changed my mind.

Dan Heng also noticed: "Like an insect trapped in amber, this seems to be... an antimatter legion."

"Looking closely, it does resemble it. I've smashed many like this on the space station."

Xing also recalled the events, compared them, and came to the answer.

These are the scattered soldiers of the antimatter legion that invaded Arillow-VI...

"When the minions of the antimatter legion invaded this world, they certainly didn't expect to be swallowed up by the cold wave."

March 7th shook his head as he looked at the ice blocks, then suddenly realized something: "Are these guys still alive inside the ice blocks?"

"If it survives, let's name it July 3rd."

Xing proposed.

March 7th glanced sideways: "Hey! Do you think she's a pretty girl like me?"

"How about we try defrosting it?"

Xing made the suggestion again.

Your suggestion is good, so please don't make any more suggestions.

March 7th decisively refused: "No, no, no, it'll only cause more trouble if it thaws."

Unlike them, who could still discuss life and death, the only two Belobers who arrived at this former battlefield, Seele and Bronya, silently gazed at the remnants of the past.

The frozen remains of Void Soldiers littered the mountain path. Even the brutal legions, whose civilization was once on the verge of extinction, could not withstand the power of the cold wave. All of this was the wish of our ancestors, and also the response of the Star Core.

It has thus come to light again, with the truth, with the facts.

The fact that even the remains of those who died in battle were so well preserved suggests that March 7's suspicions may not be unfounded.

—Under no circumstances should these things be thawed.

In the past, no one lingered in the queues for long; they were over them, and the journey continued.

Even more bizarre sights appeared.

This time, Seele and Bronya couldn't help but speak, because what appeared before them was a colossal mountain, like a giant hand lying across the landscape, its fist smashing the tattered antimatter army.

"Is this... a relic left behind by the [City Builders]?"

Seele watched this scene and felt a certain resonance.

It's not about making wishes to the star core, but about actually fighting.

"It's not as simple as architecture; it's completely different from the rigid, conventional buildings in the city."

"Danheng, what are you saying? It looks like a giant hand. Maybe it's a giant robot. I wonder if it will ever move again?"

"March, please stop talking."

Xing didn't want to hear it.

March 7th looked at her strangely, taken aback by her heartbroken expression... What's wrong?

It was getting late, and snow was falling from the gloomy sky. The group continued onward, heading towards the dark and cold world, which was when Seele was most useful.

Shuai Luo Xi'er is so handsome!

Seele said she was furious and that she would never do that. Everyone took out their phones to light up the surroundings, and there were occasional flashes from March 7th's camera.

During this process, the enormous palm emitted a faint light, unlike a reflection.

finally--

"That staircase. There's only one way left."

It's almost as if a sign says, "There's only one way to go here."

Danheng looked around and said, "No matter where it leads, it's probably the end of this journey."

March 7th felt this was an ominous statement: "I don't want to reach the end so soon; I hope my journey will never end."

"Isn't it wonderful? Finally, this long day has come. Everyone, and you... Bronya, the fate of the Upper and Lower Districts is now in our hands."

Seele has traveled so long and so far that she can no longer even see 'Belloberg,' yet her will has been honed to shine ever brighter.

“I’m not afraid. I thought I would be afraid or nervous... but I’m not. My only feeling right now is—come on. Whatever is waiting for me ahead.”

So handsome, Seele is so cool!

The pioneering team chatted privately:

"Wow, Seele is so cool! But for us, the star core is just ahead, which means..."

Both March 7th and Danheng couldn't help but look at the stars.

The first Star Core Spirit scratched its face: "Does every pioneering journey always end like this?"

"No, sometimes the ending is quite cheerful, it doesn't feel so... heavy, like we're here to dig up someone's ancestral grave."

"..."

Dan Heng almost swallowed back what he wanted to say. He reorganized his words: "The train travels through one world after another. We are just passersby, witnesses to a story."

"Generally speaking, we need to avoid being caught up in the waves that determine the life and death of the world, but there are always times when we are not in control of our own destiny."

"So go ahead and do it, don't hold back."

Brave, brave, my pioneering spirit.