I cosplayed as the battle-damaged Azure Sparrow and got caught by the Immortal Boat!

Chapter 28 I am the blank page she left for the world, continuing the poem of love as I journey towa

The scenes shift, and the curtain of memory slowly unfolds. It begins with a question steeped in grief.

"Xi Lian"—or rather, the consciousness that had just taken shape and was full of innocent curiosity about the world—was surrounded by people, her face filled with confusion and hurt.

She stared at her familiar yet unfamiliar companions, her voice trembling, "Comrades...why did you kill me?"

Dan Heng held the Strike Cloud spear, its tip not pointing directly at anything, yet his posture was as cold and aloof as ice. His answer was resolute: "You are not her."

Observing the memories, Xi Lian (the original body) sighed softly: "It's... a somewhat sad beginning."

To ensure everything went smoothly, the group eventually escorted this dangerous "existence" to the Black Tower Space Station, where it was handed over to the geniuses for final "destruction".

Precision instruments scan, data flows, and the underlying principles are analyzed layer by layer.

The light in Screw's electronic eyes flickered steadily, delivering a conclusion that was calm to the point of being cruel: "Energy spectrum, form of existence... multiple pieces of evidence cross-validation."

She is indeed "The Great Lord of Annihilation - Iron Tomb," this is beyond doubt.

Ruan Mei's gaze penetrated the surface, landing on a more fundamental level, and she added: "More than that. Her underlying structure also incorporates the power and characteristics of an 'emperor'."

This means she possesses the dual potential danger of both 'destruction' and 'domination'.

However, faced with this cold judgment based on reason and data, Qingyuan stood up.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it echoed clearly in the laboratory: "But what I saw was just a 'child' who had just come into this world."

Her eyes held a mixture of bewilderment, curiosity, a longing for contact, and a fear of malice.

What she deserves is kindness and guidance.

Xi Lian (the real body) gazed at Qing Yuan in her memory, a slight thought stirring within her: "My understanding of Miss Qing Yuan... has deepened a little more."

Question: You are not unaware of her potential danger.

Are you sure that your kindness can bear the full responsibility that comes with it?

If your decision leads to disastrous consequences, are you prepared to bear the consequences?

Qingyuan did not flinch. She met the invisible gaze with clear and firm eyes: "I will personally keep an eye on her. If she really gets out of control and endangers others, I will personally end her existence."

But before that, while she has not yet committed evil and still has the potential to do good, she should have the right to live as a "person" and experience the world.

This is not mercy, this is... justice.

The laboratory fell into a brief silence, with only the low hum of the instruments.

Qingyuan paused, then spoke again: "If this reason is not convincing enough... then please consider this fact:

She has been deeply infected by the "anti-organic equation" and should theoretically be rapidly tilted towards utter destruction and chaos.

But she didn't. She retained her independent emotions and cognition. Isn't that itself a highly valuable research sample?

Studying why she was able to resist erosion, I think, would be of great value to you two.

Ultimately, layers upon layers of monitoring and restrictive seals were placed on Xi Lian.

Although everyone knows that these measures may only serve as a "warning" in the face of her true power, they are a symbol, a mark of responsibility.

The seal was placed upon him, but it could not block out the sunlight.

Xi Lian continued to happily follow Qing Yuan, learning languages, recognizing stars, tasting delicious food, and experiencing the simple warmth of "life." That time was as beautiful as a dream she didn't want to wake up from.

Until that day, Qingyuan took the initiative to find Xilian, who was clumsily learning how to brew drinks. Xilian's expression was calm that Qingyuan had never seen before, and beneath the calm was a deep weariness.

"The next time the void invades," Qingyuan's voice was soft, "I'm afraid... I'll forget you."

Xi Lian nearly dropped the vessel in her hand. She looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with panic: "What...?"

"So, I want to... send you away," Qingyuan continued, avoiding the other person's gaze, "to a safer place, further away from me."

"Absolutely not!" Xi Lian practically shouted, tears instantly welling up in her eyes. "It's my fault! I haven't found a way to cure you yet!"

But... but even if you forget me a thousand times, ten thousand times, a hundred million times! I will still reintroduce myself to you a thousand times, ten thousand times, a hundred million times!

No matter how many times it takes, no matter what the cost, I want... I want to be with you!

Qingyuan simply shook her head calmly: "I choose to forget you, precisely so that I may remember you."

"I...I don't understand." Xi Lian shook her head blankly.

"It's better if you don't understand some things now."

Qingyuan sighed softly, her gaze fixed on the distant void. "Someone is plotting against me, trying to turn me into the new 'Insect Emperor.' That merchant Rakshasa... is probably no simple character either."

However, there's really no point in telling you all this.

She withdrew her gaze and refocused on Xi Lian's face, her tone becoming unusually calm, as if she were telling someone else's story:

"Let me just tell you directly why I chose to move towards 'nothingness'."

Because within my body lies a portion of the divine body of the 'Procreation' Star God.

It gave me the power to reproduce everything, and it also twisted all my desires.

At first, it was my love for the jade pendant; later, it was my admiration for Lord Fu Xuan, my cherishing of my friends, and even my own happy and joyful memories.

All my emotions and longings are being irreversibly and gradually transformed into the purest and most primal urge to reproduce.

Her voice trembled slightly, but she forced herself to finish speaking:

"My whole being, from my soul to my memories, is inevitably and completely 'turning into a bug'."

So rather than let everything I cherish be desecrated and distorted like that, it's better to let it "return to nothingness" in my heart.

If I actively forget, I will no longer be able to actively recall those beautiful things that have already become "empty". However, the resentment and deep sorrow that came with it will become a passive and eternal "memory", imprinted in my heart.

This is my... last stand.

Qingyuan turned her face away, unable to bear looking at Xilian's shocked and pained expression:

"Actually, I had two selfish motives when I took you in."

Firstly, I sensed your heart; your untainted sincerity and kindness towards the world fill me with immense envy.

I...I hope you can remember me, remember that there was once someone like me.

"I promise you! I will! I always will!" Xi Lian sobbed uncontrollably.

"Secondly," Qingyuan's voice lowered, carrying a resolute tone, "I hope that you... can kill me after I finally lose control and become a complete 'disaster'. I can't kill myself. But you can."

Xi Lian was struck dumb, standing there stunned, forgetting even to cry.

"Haha..." Qingyuan tried to break the heavy atmosphere with laughter, but only managed a dry, breathy sound. "I know, these things are too heavy for you right now."

So, I'll leave you with one last "lesson."

She looked at Xi Lian again, her eyes regaining a little warmth:

"Leave me and join the Star Train."

On a true journey of exploration, you see different worlds, meet different people, and experience different things.

There, find your own answers, find your true self.

The day you finish this project, you will... truly graduate.

The light curtain fluctuated and changed violently.

Scene change. It has been quite some time.

Xi Lian—whose temperament had completely changed, now calm and bearing the marks of time—stood before Qing Yuan once more.

Qingyuan turned around and saw her. Her eyes were initially filled with unfamiliarity, but then two lines of tears inexplicably streamed down her face. "Are you... my friend? If so... you might be a little late."

"Right now, I don't have anything good to offer you." Her tone was somewhat dazed.

Then, as if by habit, she opened the Jade Fortune query, and information popped up on the screen.

Her eyes cleared for a moment: "It's 'Xi Lian'... You're back. It's your project... Have you finished it?"

Xi Lian, suppressing the surging sorrow, nodded forcefully. She began to explain, her voice calm yet powerful, articulating the "true self of Xi Lian" she had found:

"I am the Iron Tomb, and I never deny that."

The girl you called "Xi Lian" who was born in Onphalos vanished forever the moment Xing forgot her.

Later, Emperor III tore the scepter apart, and my remaining form unexpectedly intertwined with the power of the "Psalms" left behind after the dissipation of the Demosis, thus re-forming this consciousness.

She paused, a long period of contemplation and a final clarity appearing in her eyes:

"What am I, really? After a long period of self-doubt, digesting the memories of Demook, and with the companionship and guidance of everyone in the train crew... I finally understand."

A smile, tinged with tears yet brimming with unwavering determination, blossomed on her face:

"I am her—the original 'Xi Lian,' leaving a 'blank' page for this world."

This blank page does not carry the command of destruction, but rather the 'expectation' and 'goodwill' for the future.

That's why I'm also willing to believe in the beauty and light of the world.

Therefore, '□□' (blank) is my real name.

Of course, from then on, I truly took over her poems and pen name.

"From now on, please continue to call me 'Xi Lian'."

I know I may never be like her, but I don't have to be her.

I will remember her, everyone, and you and me with love.

I will dedicate my entire life to continuing this poem about 'love' and 'hope,' and scatter them to every corner of the galaxy.

Qingyuan listened quietly, her eyes filled with confusion, seemingly understanding but not quite, but she could feel the warmth in that smile.

After a long silence, she finally asked the question that had been buried deep within her for so long, the very first one, her tone as calm as if she were asking about tomorrow's weather:

"So, the most important thing... are you willing, in the very last moment... to kill me?"

Xi Lian—the reborn Xi Lian—her eyes suddenly reddened, she sniffed hard, but her voice carried a hint of laughter:

"I'm... a little sad. But I will."

She stepped forward and gently grasped Qingyuan's slightly cool hand, speaking each word with the solemnity of a vow:

"However, I will be very, very sad if I cannot see Miss Qingyuan again."

So please...you must live on!