Chapter 432

Marvel Universe.

Tony, Dr. Banner, three minutes ago, arguing with Dr. Banner, bombing the mother worm, saturation bombing, photon pulse device.

Dr. Banner, Tony? Actually 'Tony'. Also alien technology.

Strange, Mark85 (a suit model).

"No, no…… this is wrong, completely wrong!" Tony raised two fingers, his face flushed, "Can you just quiet down for a second? This girl's mech has a problem, obviously a problem! Given her mech's configuration, it couldn't possibly generate enough energy to detonate a planet…… Do you know how huge a planet‑burst energy output is? If her mech had that kind of power, why not bring it out early to kill the mother worm?"

Tony's question indeed hit the key point—looking from the sky canopy, Liuying's mech is not a rare special model—at least in the recent battle against the worms, seven or eight identical mechs appeared. If each of those mechs could detonate a planet, they wouldn't have ended up imprisoned.

Tony, what you mean is……

I guess there are two possibilities. First, Gramer might have equipped the mech with some kind of limiter, whose activation conditions are extremely harsh—probably even Liuying herself doesn't know how to trigger it stably—releasing the limiter can push the mech's power to the limit, but there must be some cost." Tony held his wine cup, plopped onto the sofa, "... maybe it inflicts heavy damage on her."

And the second?" Banner asked.

The second is simple: she stepped onto some path of destiny and gained power from outside the mech—but I think the likelihood of this guess is low; if Liuying truly entered that destiny, it would mean she has stable planet‑burst capability…… That's insane, probably only an Emissary could do it.

—— (separator). No.

Kafka leaned against the porthole, slowly savoring the red wine in her highball glass. Outside, the planet's debris had cooled, drifting aimlessly in the vacuum.

She set down her cup, and her gaze was suddenly drawn to a faint glimmer.

"Ah……" she felt slightly surprised, the corner of her mouth twitching into a faint smile.

"…I saw the fireflies between the stars."

No.

Inside the spaceship.

Liuying again.

What met her eyes was a curved metal ceiling, soft blue illumination strips running along the walls like a tranquil river of stars. She tried to push herself up, but found her limbs heavy beyond belief, as if every muscle had been shattered and reassembled.

She was draped in an unfamiliar coat, the fabric carrying a faint perfume scent—she had never smelled anything so fragrant, which involuntarily reminded her of the night she had briefly lingered outside her mech.

No.

A languid female voice came from the side. Liuying turned her head to see a beautiful, elegant woman seated by the porthole, holding a cup; the cabin lights cast a hazy halo around her, making her look like a beauty stepped out of a classical oil painting.

No.

Republic.

Footsteps grew closer, and the woman's voice became clearer.

"A fated ending… isn't it just like ours?"

Transformer, Flame Knight.

"Who are you?" the girl stared at her warily.

But the woman before her merely smiled, as if they were old friends reunited after a long separation.

"Do you believe in fate? People heading in the same direction will eventually meet somewhere… now… we have met."

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Dungeon Meal.

Liuying, Star Core Hunter, Ailiou, entropy loss syndrome, Ruan Mei, company.

Miss Liuying, Miss Ruan Mei, Star Core Hunter Sam, Star Core Hunter.

Miss Ruan Mei, Star Core Hunter, Sam.

Are you treating Ruomei as some omnipotent god‑doctor who can save anyone? How many people in this universe can even contract entropy loss? This precious research sample…… I bet Ruomei will immediately make Liuying her test subject.

Leos wiped his mouth, "Still, Liuying's mech's flame ability looks genuinely handy—it can fight and spit fire anytime; using it for barbecue should taste pretty good, right?"

Using a planet‑burst‑level thermal weapon for barbecue…… uh, aren't you afraid she might slip and burn you to ashes?" Marlsil felt that this guy, whose head is full of food, is hopeless.

No worries, we can revive her later—after all, it's not the first time she's died." Leos wore an eager expression, "Compared to what we eat… really, it's how we eat that matters."

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Chuyun, forging swords.

In the pattering rain, the girl clutched her injured right arm, staggering forward; under a dark‑red sky, her ragged breaths were especially clear. Blood dripped from her clothes…… each drop bloomed in the water into a tiny red flower.

Eight Million Gods, Izumo.

Izumo Kingdom, also maybe the Guardian World Edict Blade.

The girl lifted her face, letting the cold rain strike her vivid red horns. The water ran slowly down the horn's keratin, eventually mixing with the blood on her cheeks and sliding off together.

To save the world, the Chu Yun Kingdom broke seventy thousand thirty-three swords, forged them into a revered object… the 【World-Protecting Imperial Edict Blade】—twelve.