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

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In this way, they embarked on a different path from Yae Sakura and Raiden Mei, in a completely different manner.

This will prevent congestion, blockages, and any other trouble.

The only victim was Jiang Cheng, who was in a state of extreme shock.

Well……

It looks like someone's coming.

Some guys got on the island through irregular means.

……

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I don't even know how I got back.

Jiang Cheng felt as if he was simply dragging along a body that was so stiff it was practically dead.

向前

In short, it's about sending such commands to the body.

Praying that he wouldn't run into anyone, he trudged back home with unsteady steps.

His unsteady, trembling steps seemed to carry some unspeakable weight.

Only the artificial light path was still guiding the boy; he was like a sleepless night owl who hadn't slept for three days, dragging his body forward with a dazed and uncertain will...

One step, one step, and another.

About half an hour later, Jiang Cheng passed through the ineffective roadblocks and arrived at the ruins that, in his daytime memory, still looked somewhat magnificent under the sunlight.

This is a manifestation of the scenes where Raiden Mei fought, a materialization of the destruction caused by the Herrscher of Thunder.

Even if the vast majority of their power is used for other things—including sealing off floating islands and conducting large-scale observations—a casual strike would be beyond human comprehension. After all, if we don't consider the advanced technologies in this world, even the most destructive nuclear bombs possessed by humanity rely entirely on radiation for damage. Their actual destructive power, in the context of debate, probably wouldn't even amount to a street-level explosion.

Even those advanced technologies are no match for the power of the Herrschers, amounting to nothing more than firewood, thus bestowing upon those almost insurmountable beings the title of natural disasters.

He leaned against the broken concrete, the piercing, bent steel bars his only support.

Compared to the surrounding steps made of rubble and debris, Jiangcheng was like a speck of dust walking on the Giant's Path. This was an abyss with only one path: "Forward." Although it was a game even young children could easily pick up, if you actually lured an innocent child into playing this game, wouldn't they cry when they realized there was no going back?

...That's a bit too harsh on the child.

Jiang Cheng gently exhaled a breath of cold air and smashed a rock that was not stable and was blocking his way with a punch of his left hand.

It possessed destructive power comparable to that of a super-massive rock; even the force of its punch caused the massive boulder, large enough to serve as building material for the floating island that served as the headquarters of Destiny, to crack open.

Even though she really wanted to use her recovered right hand, the thought of what she was holding in her right hand made it impossible for her to use it to attack, even though she knew it wouldn't require any effort and wouldn't hurt the eyeball.

He simply felt the smoothness in his palm.

I never imagined that the first time I would use my right hand would be on this.

I thought that even if it was of the worst quality, it would at least be used as a girlfriend—even though that reason was even less likely.

Taking deep breaths, Jiang Cheng finally felt his body regain some strength and his mood improved slightly. He didn't want to stay outside for even a second longer.

He drew the Jizo Mitama from his waist and casually swung it forward, simultaneously using the power of erosion to shrink the concept of space.

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What are you holding in your hand?!

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Chapter 121 Jiang Cheng's Emotional Intelligence is as Vast as the Sea

Previously, she had been asked not to be too nervous or cautious and to give Misteline some trust. So, in the same way she had resisted the seal that had lasted for 50,000 years, she chose to completely silence her mind, leaving only some automatic behaviors that were enough to perfectly protect Jiang Cheng and the instinct that would immediately wake her up if triggered. Only now, after being pulled out of her sheath, has Ling opened her eyes and looked at the world again.

Before the girl, who had just given Jiang Cheng complete control over her authority, could even make a joke, she immediately sensed a circular object in Jiang Cheng's right palm that exuded a strong presence and overflowed with a vast amount of information.

That seems to be...

Eye?

While I was asleep, did Jiang Cheng fight with that guy and gouge out my eyes?

Thinking carefully about the bloody scenes of fighting in Jiangcheng in the past, the girl felt that such a thing was not impossible.

"Don't think so much."

Jiang Cheng, wielding the Jizo Mitama, let out a soft sigh.

“What I have in my hand is a gift from Mistelin; she gouged out her own eyes and gave them to me.”

【What? 】

Clearly, none of this could resolve Ling's doubts.

"She gave me her eyes as a gift from a friend, it's that simple," Jiang Cheng, who had already seen the door to the ward, slowly put the knife back into his waistband.

"She said this could help me in critical moments. If I carried it with me, she could detect any accident that happened to me immediately. At the same time, it could help me mitigate any potential problems during the upcoming coronation ceremony."

Why use this method? Isn't it a bit too gory? There's still blood on the eyeballs.

"She said she could clean them when she gave them to me, but I refused... I didn't want to see her clean her eyes for me."

【…】

"I really don't understand her thinking. From the beginning of this morning until now, I really don't understand it at all, I can't comprehend it at all."

Jiang Cheng finally couldn't hold back and started complaining. Looking back, although only a dozen hours had passed, it felt like a jumbled mess of things had piled up inside—

"Whether it's Mistelin from the past or the one I see before me now, whether it was when she first appeared in front of me or when she was strolling around the streets before she got her arm reattached, including her speech about dandelions and her ever-changing treatment of me... I can only understand a very small part of it, and I can only empathize with a portion of it."

Perhaps you sometimes don't understand the problem; after all, your emotional intelligence... I don't know what to call something you don't have.

"Maybe," Jiang Cheng sighed. "But I feel my emotional intelligence is much higher now; I'm not the same as before."

【puff……】

Endure, endure with great effort, endure with even greater effort.

How could I possibly hold back something so funny?

This person, who has absolutely no emotional intelligence from the very beginning, even from just living with Mei, is the absolute king of dancing in the minefield.

If it weren't for the genuine help that came from the heart, without a single lie, and the willingness to stand on the same level as the victims, listening attentively and sharing their grievances, with complete empathy and understanding—this absolute killer move—it wouldn't be surprising if Jiang Cheng were locked in a basement now, being exploited to the point of glazed over by Raiden Mei.

As for the later parts with Sakura... ahh, those were even more explosive, it was both romantic and business-like.

I suggest you...

Do not……

It seems that it is precisely because of a lack of emotional intelligence that one possesses emotional intelligence.

The less emotional intelligence one has, the more straightforward and honest one is, and the more empathetic one is, rather than spending all day thinking about those messy things like exploitation, scheming, and control... Jiang Cheng is able to win the hearts of so many people with his talent, wisdom, appearance, and fighting ability, which are not actually outstanding. Otherwise, he would just be a self-righteous dog.

Honestly, you're doing pretty well as you are now. You don't need to change anything. After all, I'm here for you. So what if you lack emotional intelligence? As long as those bad guys use me, that's enough.

"that's true……"

Jiang Cheng squeezed the hilt of the Jizo Mitama sword.

Anyway, those who follow you, admire you, and like you will continue to like you even if you lack emotional intelligence. Even things like Mistylin's physical gestures towards you—weren't they the most precious and useful things she could give you?

As he spoke, he thought, and he also recalled things he hadn't seen but had captured and recorded through Jizo's Soul.

Based on her observations of Mistelin, Ling declared without the slightest hesitation—

[Anyway, for Ryougi, this isn't some inexhaustible resource. From what I've observed, she can create things by consuming her own existence. Digging it out herself is essentially just a ritual, like when she held your hand and asked you to walk in together to maintain a solemn atmosphere.]

"Um……"

Jiang Cheng also recalled what had happened before, following the voice.

That's why I've never really been able to grasp the specifics of those feelings; I've only relied on what I remember. That's why I say certain places need a sense of ritual. True rituals are naturally brought out in the hearts of those who can feel them, just like how someone who doesn't drink alcohol or get drunk can become intoxicated by the atmosphere. It's not the alcohol that intoxicates, but the heart.

[Actually, what she did made me feel like she was being a little too kind to you, because the pain was real. You closed your eyes quickly enough so you didn't see it, but now I can check the old records and see that she gritted her teeth to hold back a scream, her body trembled, and she tensed up instantly... This wasn't something she created casually; it was something that was roughly dug out.]

It's hard to understand why they have to be so direct.

It's hard to understand why they had to be so brutal.

She was using these words to comfort people, but in reality, the girl herself couldn't understand them.

I can't understand why I searched for the things recorded by Jizo Mitama when I was in a state of self-silence in the past—it's like my mind was temporarily in a coma, but my body firmly remembered the feelings.

Too gory.

Too cruel.

Especially this kind of behavior, which is entirely voluntary, can still send chills down your spine, even after you've become accustomed to seeing bizarre scenes.

Mistelin initially used her fingers, but then found it difficult to work with, so she created a spoon. This process was genuinely painful, extremely painful, and the blood she shed was frightening to even look at. It's truly unbelievable how she managed to persevere to the end.

But these are all secondary issues, problems that belong to Mistelin herself, problems that she herself will think.

In reality, there is only one thing to tell—Ling stares at the eerie scene she sees.

For Mistelin, this real pain is definitely not as important as giving you a gift.

That's why it feels so heavy...

—This gift.

The young man bit his lower lip, his eyes filled with an inscrutable light. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the Jizo Mitama, almost leaving a mark on the hilt made of soul steel.

[Your emotional intelligence is absolutely fine; it's just that everyone's personality is different. At least the fact that the people around you value you proves that you have exceptional emotional intelligence... Also, could you please not be so forceful? After all, it's my body doing this, so I can still feel something.]

"Sorry sorry."

Jiang Cheng immediately let go and put his hands together in prayer position—strictly speaking, one palm and the other loosely clenched hand were joined together with their knuckles aligned.

Using this explanation, it does become somewhat more acceptable.

At least I have some amazing emotional intelligence.

If it's because of Mistelin, then even if it's just this eye in her hand...

what……

this……

—Let's forget about it.

Feeling the spherical object in his hand, which was still slippery, completely dry, and undamaged from being exposed to the elements, he almost swallowed the word "tolerance" that had just crossed his mind. The veins on his neck bulged as he forced himself to press it down.

It's best to avoid giving gifts like this, as it's a way to hurt yourself...

Even knowing it's a rational type, I still can't accept it.

After all, he's just an ordinary person at heart... Even if he's a bit crazy, even if he's been tortured to the point of madness, he's still just someone who can wield a knife against enemies. He can't even refuse a confession from someone else. The boy, who can't push away the forced advances, is completely unable to accept such a stimulating thing.

Absolutely, absolutely...

I will definitely remember it.

What happened on this day.

She'll probably never forget the gift Mistelin gave her today.

Not the previous generation before transcription, nor the possibility of the future, but the Mistelin who is right in front of me, the one who gave me the gift, is someone I can never forget.

Even now, I've arrived at the door of the room I was in before, even though it's a hospital, I don't know why it's being used as a temporary residence, even though I'm about to see my lover, the important girl who's coming home after a long day of work.

The chest, the head, even the toes, the fingers, the stomach, and the nerves throughout the body were all thinking, remembering, and recalling that person who could never be forgotten.

Every thump of the heart, every thought that resonates deep within the soul, even the ripples that reach the boundaries, exist for this purpose.

Everything was so perfect that even placing a finger on the door couldn't possibly cause it to dissipate—

"Ling, can we use the Honkai energy to separate the eyeballs from the surrounding dirt? I don't really want anyone to find out about this."

"Perhaps it can be understood that I am too hesitant and indecisive, but I really don't know how to deal with it."

【it is good】

The girl's voice was drawn out inexplicably.

I knew you'd do this.

When faced with something that isn't urgent enough to be resolved, I deliberately procrastinate, unwilling to deal with it or face the problem—this state is essentially the same as when I almost fell into a trap in Changkong City, though I haven't actually gotten out of it yet.