Honkai Impact 3rd, what should an ordinary player do at the start?

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The power of erosion flowed silently, stepping lightly across the carpet and through the walls to an untouchable and imperceptible degree, following the flow of breath and the exhalation of a single breath; the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling flickered for a moment, and even the light and shadow coming from the window flickered for a moment, as if it were shrouded by a huge black shadow.

Thoughts are guided, and memories are silently altered. Just like pushing dominoes, a mere touch of the fingertip naturally creates vague memories, following the overly complex yet imprecise design of the human brain.

"Yes, Lord Bishop."

The crowd's response was like a massive torrent.

Like a tsunami rolling in with endless waves, accompanied by the red-tailed music, it was pushed to the limit, as if even the strands of hair were being blown around, facing the towering waves and howling wind head-on.

“That’s fine,” Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, almost gritting his teeth as he forcefully ordered himself not to show any expression other than seriousness. “You all leave now, I’m going to change my clothes. Remember not to look at me. The price of spying on secrets is not something you can afford. The floating island was attacked before, and I can’t confirm whether there are any spies among you.”

"As ordered."

They departed in an orderly fashion, one after another.

The two elderly men bowed, and as the last to leave, their bodies, though aged, moved with unusual nimbleness and discipline.

Only after confirming that there was no one else in sight, and that Ling had confirmed that no one was watching, did Jiang Cheng take a deep breath and relax.

"As expected, an ordinary person like me is no match for being a ruler. I was too optimistic back then."

"Lord Cheng..."

"Jiangcheng?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine," he waved his hand. "I just didn't expect that having so many people would bring so much pressure."

"need me……"

"……I……"

"Can we do something?" — I simply can't say such things, and I can't possibly express such concern.

After taking an unconscious step forward, all that remained was emptiness.

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't form a coherent sentence.

Gazing at the boy who was gently touching his forehead, holding another tray, and preparing to change his clothes, even though he was in a bad mood, he still smiled and said he was fine. His clear eyes, like cherry blossoms falling on water, still held the gentleness and tenderness he had witnessed in the past—his eyes, as bright as purple lightning, reflected a color called such magnanimity.

Her body was stiff as if she were dead, unable to move an inch. The girl named Raiden Mei once again felt the same powerlessness as that day.

"Don't worry……"

A gentle voice entered my ears.

"Don't really treat me like a useless person."

As far as the eye can see, there is a boy turning around.

"People always have to progress and move forward. Just like you have made a lot of progress to get to where you are today, haven't you? Becoming a bishop is something that countless people dream of. I can't just take the benefits and then complain. At worst, I'll finish what I need to do and then give the position to someone I trust."

The light and shadow outside the window remained unchanged, presenting countless dazzling light and shadow through the stained glass. In different areas depicting religious epics, countless light spots were formed, some bright, some dark, some light, some faint, falling on Jiang Cheng not far away. He slightly raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight, but instead cast a shadow.

Light and shadow seem to always be mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining, but at this moment, the shadow, rendered by the sunlight, makes the boy's figure more three-dimensional—on that body that is already excessively shining with dazzling light.

He picked up another elaborate long robe and tried to put it on. As he gently pushed the silk threads aside, a strand of his black hair got caught in the fabric, then fell back to his forehead with the force of gravity. Only that touch of cherry blossom color was the sole dominant element in this natural orange-yellow-purple-blue landscape.

The edges of the platinum-gold gown drooped down, and even the gold threads inlaid with it, regardless of their construction, floated naturally.

Yae Sakura stepped forward to help, her slender fingers pulling open the hem of her clothes and draping them over her shoulders.

yes……

We can't always let Meng Wuyi's clothes be like this.

If things continue like this... it will seem too fragile.

Raiden Mei took the initiative to move forward and approach, until she could look directly at the boy and clearly see his face illuminated by the light and shadow.

"Let me help you. I've done some research on this place before. If you master the electromagnetic force, I can make clothes float without damaging the structure."

"I really don't need to worry about me getting stuck in a rut anymore. I'm not the little kid who used to hide in the bathroom and cry anymore."

Even if I can't solve all of Jiang Cheng's troubles, and I can't rely on my power to make those people who make Jiang Cheng frown disappear.

I……

There are also things that only I can do.

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The next steps simply require following the strategy provided by Misteline step by step.

Those religious figures weren't as rigid as they seemed; in fact, they were quite unusual. Even when Jiang Cheng showed absolutely no understanding of religious culture, almost to the point of zero, they simply reminded him and tried to smooth things over, even using distorted rhetoric to attribute everything to divine will or divine intervention.

Perhaps it's because we've come to the modern era that we're keeping up with the changes of the times.

Or perhaps it's simply a clear understanding of the fact that the world is driven by violence.

Although Otto managed Destiny terribly, at least from beginning to end it was disgusting, with all sorts of human experiments and filth, his control over Destiny was something no one could match.

Under these circumstances, Jiang Cheng could barely relax. Wearing this gorgeous outfit that made walking extremely difficult—one might even suspect that someone who wasn't an Awakened Saint would be out of breath after walking just a hundred meters—he managed to get through one step after another, overcoming one tedious obstacle after another, until he finally reached the final destination with a stiff face.

It was a magnificent church that could not even be described as splendid; it could only be called sacred or miraculous.

It's beyond words; it's probably as good as all the churches in human history combined.

Even in a game, it would be absolutely impossible to build such a statue, even if designed by hundreds or thousands of modelers. It would exhaust all the modelers to the point of baldness and madness, and even leave the designers exhausted and devoid of inspiration. The largest one standing among them, inlaid with countless gorgeous gems and gold, is clearly a magnificent statue of Kallen, and its exquisite detail is beyond imagination.

Rather than calling it a building, it's more accurate to describe it as a super-large stage, a stage for the ultimate idol to be seen by countless people at the same time.

An ordinary person would probably faint from fright just by standing here and looking around at the countless figures and layers upon layers of heads surrounding them.

This reminded Jiang Cheng of some knowledge that he should have theoretically forgotten since his history class.

It is said that Louis XIV of France, also known as the Sun King, ruled the country using the idol of the VII Ling Ba Si Liu Liu Qi.

He demanded that all nobles, dukes and earls, come to his side and observe his waking, eating, sleeping, praying, and all his extravagant behavior every day to establish the concept that he was supreme and noble. This resulted in him being constantly observed, which also made other nobles compare their extravagance... In a sense, it was also the initial wage recovery plan.

In this particular matter, Jiang Cheng greatly admired the king, because even the world's most mentally strong celebrities probably couldn't accept being watched by countless people all the time, with every little action being magnified a thousand times over.

That kind of psychological pressure is just too much.

Really...

At least now he can truly realize how much pressure he is under, and just how terrifying it is.

Especially with the keen senses of a Saint Mark holder, he could clearly feel how many people were watching him, how many eyes were constantly scrutinizing his entire body—from head to toe, as if his body, wrapped in cloth, was being seen through by those microscope-like eyes, greedily swallowed up and taken away.

"Is this the new archbishop?"

"Your skin looks amazing! It reflects light in the sunlight, and it feels several times better than mine."

"Lord Otto was like this, and Lord Jiangcheng is like this now. Is the position of bishop only for super handsome men?"

"Wow, those are rare pink eyes! Lord Jiangcheng's eye color is even more delicate than cherry blossoms. This color is so girlish!"

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What on earth are these Valkyries thinking?

Isn't the rumor that Otto was the first love of all the Valkyries just a rumor? Isn't it just a rumor, like Siegfried patting all the Valkyries' butts?

Jiang Cheng felt his nervousness vanish instantly—although at the cost of almost losing control of his expression. He was only able to maintain that cold demeanor by standing on a high place and holding his speech notes, while his eyes were actually brimming with emotion.

Fortunately, the sounds that could be clearly heard weren't just those that looked completely off-key; there were also many that reflected self-observation and contained ulterior motives.

"So strong!"

"You can tell just by looking at their aura..."

A blonde knight princess, who had rushed to the coronation ceremony, stood below the stage, gazing up at the boy who sat atop the altar like a god. Her azure eyes were fixed on his entire body, her gaze intensely fixed, as if trying to imprint Jiang Cheng into her mind and eyes. From his hair, which seemed to glow with divine holiness in the sunlight, to his fingertips, to his shoes, to his body completely enveloped in the magnificent bishop's robes...

In his mind, he envisioned the body of a perfect stigma holder, a body that could rival the aura that constantly emanated from him—even the railings he gripped with his hands were etched with marks.

"Lord Bianca..."

Even Rita couldn't stop it all.

Unable to stop Durandal from focusing on the true powerhouse—the one who was suspected, or rather, could only have been created by Otto.

Her initial worries and hesitations, stemming from the fact that she was the top assassin under Bishop Otto, responsible for handling dark and illegal activities, yet unaware that he had cultivated powerful individuals, were all dispelled by this genuine, unmistakable sense of superiority.

It's not surprising that her attitude changed. Rita wasn't someone who hadn't seen the world. In fact, it was precisely because she had seen the world and had dealt with Anti-Entropy that she understood better than anyone else that Anti-Entropy, the only organization in the world second only to Schicksal, could never create such perfect and advanced beings.

Let alone the fact that those people didn't even bother with biology, even if they did, they could never create something as perfect as Jiang Cheng.

Limited by her own understanding, the girl could not think of any possibility other than Otto Shin, especially since no one in this era could actually do all of this.

Therefore, she could only put her mind at ease and suppress all her unease in a way that made no sense—just looking worriedly at Bianca Durandal, who was almost leaning on the railing, gazing at Jiang Cheng high up, and occasionally reaching out to pull the girl a little closer so she wouldn't fall.

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At this moment, after a considerable period of time, Bronya, who had just met her master again, had no interest in observing him. All her energy and emotions were focused on worrying about the girl beside her—the girl whose emotional collapse could now be clearly felt.

Kiana Kaslana.

Are those eyes, as clear as the blue sky, now filled with a thick mist, just like the sky about to rain?

In those wide-open pupils, is the light shimmering with glistening tears? Will the slightest blink cause tears to slide down the corners of the eyes and fall into the mouth with a sour taste?

Even without being touched, even standing still and appearing stiff like a puppet, one could still feel the subtle trembling emanating from the depths of the body, spreading to every part of it, as if the nerves and the entire body were spasming and twitching.

There's no need to question something like this, is there?

Bronya didn't feel there was any need to ask about this truth.

"Woo...Woo..."

She stared wide-eyed, her round, azure pupils unable to stop the tears from streaming down her face.

"No...don't cry..."

Even biting my lip, I couldn't help but feel a sour taste flowing out.

Even though I was mentally prepared, even though I had rehearsed the scene of our meeting countless times in my mind, the moment I actually saw it, I still... I still...

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PS: In fact, I can almost call myself a graduate now—as the new bishop.

Although Jiang Cheng is somewhat weak and vulnerable in matters of the heart, he is still proactive in other areas.

There are probably very few books like this where the protagonist becomes a bishop, except for those where the protagonist transmigrates and becomes Otto.

Chapter 129 Kiana: The small town... is so far away.

Why is this so?

Why can't I even hold back my tears?

There's no way to find an answer to something like this; it's just a bittersweet feeling... just a feeling, a simple feeling that makes my heart and nose ache unbearably.

Closing your eyes might provide some relief.

Even though I still shed tears.

But at least once I can't see it, I won't be moved anymore, even if it's just self-deception.

In no mood……

I don't want to do that under any circumstances.

Even knowing that raising my head would only bring pain, I still didn't want to close my eyes, and I didn't want to deceive myself.

The reason she didn't want to was not because she didn't want to deceive herself, but simply because, even if it would hurt and be painful, she wanted to look at him and at Jiangcheng.

Watching the first person in his life since losing his memory express genuine concern and care—without pretense, without crudeness, and without any sense of absence—was truly heartwarming.

The gentleness and respect buried deep in our lives... This is the only thing that can never be forgotten, never ignored, and never overlooked.

Because it is something that has never existed in my previous life, and may never exist in my future life.

Kiana clearly realized that there was probably only one person in the world who would say those words to her.

Having lost control of his body, the only thing he could do was to suddenly raise his head, wanting to see the color on his face more clearly—but because it was too dazzling and he was standing too high, he could only see the light, only see the figure that was blurred in the sunlight as if it were emitting a soft light.

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