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

Chapter 27 Miss Xi Lian, you don't want Onfalos to get hurt, do you?

The conference room of the Star Destroyer exudes a cool, high-tech feel, while outside the viewing windows lies a flowing sea of ​​stars.

Toppa pushed a holographic agreement across the table to Xilian with a professional and composed demeanor.

"The Immortal Boat Alliance's position is very clear," Toppa said, lightly tapping the holographic image with his fingertip, and the terms lit up. "They respect Miss Qingyuan's personal wishes and will not make any mandatory demands."

Furthermore, their only additional condition was that if the project succeeded, all final results must be shared with Xianzhou.

She smiled slightly, a smile honed through countless negotiations, one that was hard to refuse. "Therefore, Miss Xi Lian, I sincerely hope that you can personally persuade Miss Qing Yuan to cooperate with the company and deduce future information."

She leaned forward slightly, her voice lower but carrying even more weight: "Please consider this carefully. If the shadow of the 'Gods' War' truly descends as prophesied, even the Star Gods may not be safe."

Every bit of strength adds to our chances of survival. And with the full support of the Interstellar Peace Corporation, the name and memory of 'Onpharos' will shine like starlight across every corner of the galaxy.

She gazed at Xi Lian, her words cutting to the heart of the matter, "I believe you would never want to see Onpharos suffer any more harm, would you?"

Toppa's words, like precisely calculated weights, landed squarely on Xi Lian's heart.

Even after leaving the meeting room, the images and words of that agreement still lingered in her mind.

She herself was unwilling to participate in matters such as consultations, but at this moment she was, in effect, the absolute center of power in Onphalus.

Fortunately, Aglaia and Teacher Naksha were able to help and analyze the situation.

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Xi Lian returned to her quiet room, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the void, and one after another, dazzling cones of light appeared like stars, slowly rotating around her.

However, her gaze eventually settled on the deepest part—where a purple cone of light, tightly sealed by multiple layers of memories, floated silently.

It is so different, so...heavy.

This contains the obsession and emotions surrounding Qingyuan, and it is also the one with the most intense emotions and the deepest obsession in the entire set of light cones.

Xi Lian didn't even dare to touch it easily.

During the last "re-creation," she was shocked by the overwhelming emotional torrent that she sensed from the outside, and was almost overwhelmed by the immense sorrow and resentment.

It was not just a memory, but a kind of almost instinctive, intensely painful vigil.

She was afraid. Not afraid of power, but afraid of being assimilated, afraid that in that overly intense feeling of "otherness," she might lose a part of her "Xi Lian" self.

But with Toppa's words, Onfaros's future, Qingyuan's destiny... pulled by countless thoughts, she could still be sure of one thing: that even if she harbored hatred in the future, her love would remain unchanged.

Thus, in a specially prepared isolated alternate dimension.

Xi Lian was like someone carefully peeling away the seal of the light cone layer by layer, as if dismantling the core of a dangerous star.

Purple light flowed, and a figure gradually materialized.

Her face was exactly the same as Xi Lian's, but it was shrouded in a layer of silent gloom.

She sat quietly on the swing that appeared out of nowhere, swaying gently, her gaze blankly fixed on the nonexistent distance.

Xi Lian's brows furrowed deeply. Something was wrong.

The hatred and twisted emotions that I had anticipated, enough to scorch my soul, did not come. Instead, there was only a kind of almost nihilistic calm.

Moreover, this "light cone" did not show any natural tendency to merge with her "main body" like other similar ones; instead, it conveyed a clear rejection.

"You..." Xi Lian spoke slowly, her voice exceptionally clear in the silent space, "Since you claim to be 'my future self,' why do you refuse to merge with me? We should be one."

Xi Lian on the swing stopped swaying. She turned her head, her eyes as calm as a still pond: "You have arrived at your 'future,' a path completely different from mine."

At this moment, my core has long been eroded by endless anger and hatred.

Merging with me will do you no good.

Her tone was flat, as if she were stating a fact unrelated to herself: "Erase me, and then receive everything I have been guarding in this cone of light."

That was a… paradise worth preserving.

Xi Lian did not respond to this "sacrifice".

The patterns of law in her eyes gleamed slightly. Suddenly, she struck with lightning speed, her fingertips swirling with pure memory power, forcibly extracting a faint trace of aura from the purple figure.

The moment the power entered her hand, Xi Lian's fingertips trembled slightly, and a knowing yet complex expression appeared on her face.

"As you wish," said the purple 'Xi Lian' calmly, "this power is almost consumed by hatred and rage, and is of no benefit to you."

"Is that so?" Xi Lian blinked, taking that wisp of aura into her palm and sensing it carefully. "It's not sincere enough, 'I'."

"That familiar feeling within the power that just merged... no matter how much you disguise it, you can't fool the upgraded me."

The purple figure remained silent.

"Am I right?" Xi Lian stepped forward, her gaze piercing. "Iron Tomb."

Upon hearing this, Xi Lian remained silent for a long time before finally lowering her head.

"Yes... I'm not you." Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. "How I wish I were, but I am... not you."

"Why did you do that?" Xi Lian asked, her voice filled with confusion.

"Trying to deceive someone who has already been promoted has a slim chance of success to begin with. What exactly do you want to achieve?"

Xi Lian raised her head, a ripple finally appearing in her eyes: "I hope... you can take on my responsibility and take care of her for me."

You could have simply wiped out this "suspicious fragment" cleanly and efficiently.

But you just had to... go to all that trouble." She laughed self-deprecatingly. "A despicable tactic, isn't it?"

Even if I'm exposed, I won't lose anything. As your clumsy imitation, these are all the tricks you know.

Her voice lowered, carrying a stubborn plea: "As for her... Qingyuan is a good person."

But I have too many missing memories to provide conclusive evidence to 'prove' anything.

I can only hope... that you're a good person too. So, please, Demogue, check on her for me.

Xi Lian gazed at the soul before her, which called itself "Iron Tomb" but had the same appearance as her and showed such deep concern, and her feelings were complicated.

In fact, if she knew nothing, she might have simply erased the other person from her life.

But Qingyuan mentioned that the nameless savior cone was given to her by someone "very much like you"... She said that person was just my admirer and imitator.

It seems this is the one standing before me. One could say she is my benefactor, but why does the re-creation led by the "Iron Tomb" show no sign of destruction?

The doubts did not disappear, but Xi Lian had a new idea.

"Oh, don't say such discouraging things! Listen to me," Xi Lian's tone became firm and serious, "Under my power, I can ensure that your consciousness continues."

And you seem to be like me, both a human and a memory spirit.

Once you regain your lost memories, you can completely grow and recover.

She paused, her gaze clear and sincere: "I promise you, I will take good care of and protect Miss Qingyuan."

In fact, Xi Lian's words contained some clever thoughts; she had already promised Chang Yeyue.

"But wouldn't it be better if you could be there to take care of her in person?"

Please stop saying things like "a poor imitation."

The person who could create these light cones could not possibly have been driven by pure hatred. The Iron Tomb before her was definitely very different from the Iron Tomb she knew.

"I..." Xi Lian's eyes wavered violently, finally settling into a painful confusion. "I don't remember... those important things..."

"Then let's get them back." Xi Lian reached out her hand, this time not to seize, but to invite. "Come on, come with me. Let's find your memories and uncover the whole truth."

And so, Xi Lian, carrying "Xi Lian", found Qing Yuan, who was adjusting the scene parameters.

"What? What kind of fan-made story did that teacher create? Wasn't it supposed to have a heartwarming and happy ending...?"