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

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Mistelin tilted her head, feigning innocence.

—I'm quite interested to see what happens to you if you make such a declaration in public.

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Chapter 113 Mistelin has reached her limit

"Yes……"

"Is that so?"

Witnessing her standing gently beside me, the way she turned her head to the side made her look like the class monitor or female classmate who used to sit next to me and help me with my homework in school—the silver bangs hanging on her forehead just happened to cover her eyes for a moment, or perhaps occasionally they would obstruct her vision... Her occasional head shaking caused her slightly curly, light silver, backless hair to sway back and forth with her movements, and the bright sunlight projected onto her hair flowed with it.

Her slightly taller stature allowed her to see the proud outline of her chest. Her movements made her arms almost touch the soft flesh in front of her, causing large swaths of snowy, warm flesh to spill out from the edge of her bodice, barely restrained by the thin straps of her black and white dress.

Refusing to look at that place, his upward gaze met her eyes beneath the flowing hair. Looking directly at her again, he couldn't help but think—Mistelin…is it really not right that you don't feel any scent at all?

--How can it be?

Lost in thought about interesting things, Mistelin silently suppressed her instinctive urge to leave, her desire to cover her nose in protest and disgust, as she silently contemplated the possible ways Jiang Cheng might display.

The ideal form will not be retained, nor will it possess those inferior side effects or defects.

They will not lose their sense of taste at all; on the contrary, all their sense of touch will be more acute than that of humans.

Yes.

It smells really bad.

It felt like my brain was being harmed by some kind of device.

A strong, pungent odor emanated from every part of the body, permeating the skin, burning the eyes, and even seeping in through the mouth, ears, and any point of connection to the outside world. It seemed as if the brain was being constantly persecuted, polluting the mind, the organ of thought, along the nervous system... In short, everything externally exposed was destroyed/damaged.

Even so, she gritted her teeth and stayed here, pretending not to see or care, and stayed by Jiang Cheng's side as if she didn't feel anything. She even pressed her body against his shoulder, which was visibly wet even though he was dressed, so that her skin could feel something sticking to it.

uncomfortable.

Nausea.

Even without the obsession with cleanliness left by a certain past self or a certain ideal.

Just being here makes me feel utterly nauseous, like I've taken some kind of drug. If I stayed any longer, my brain would be ruined.

Her brain was already trembling; those bizarre, chaotic things were ruthlessly ravaging her fragile, delicate nerves. She was enduring the horrific torture that seemed to be tearing her brains apart—if she weren't non-human, essentially a being of reason, any hygienic person would undoubtedly have screamed in terror.

My fingers and toes were involuntarily contracting and relaxing, and I only appeared calm because of my extreme self-control. In fact, every time I rotated my fingers to change position, they were twitching slightly.

In a way, this is actually a problem of being a rational type.

They possess senses that surpass those of humans.

They possess sensitivity far exceeding that of humans.

Therefore, he was able to perceive all of this with unparalleled clarity—especially when he was observing Jiang Cheng with all his heart, observing this real gamer who was beyond his database, someone he could almost never have had the chance to be so close to and watch over—a player equal to himself, or perhaps someone from an extremely difficult game where cheating was strictly prohibited.

In this way, we can indeed get a good look at this sensitive person who we could only observe through videos in the past.

However, the extreme amplification of the senses also makes taste and touch so clearly perceived.

The overwhelming, pungent stench, largely emanating from Jiang Cheng, began to violently assault and ravage Li Xing's delicate and vulnerable body the moment it entered her nostrils. The thick, murky odor relentlessly suffocated the girl's already somewhat poisoned body.

This feeling of spiritual energy was completely unprecedented. The only thing comparable to it was the part of Cecilia's memory that was experimented on by Otto—even that was just the pain of losing her sense of taste.

The experience now belongs entirely to Misterlin, to Misterlin Shaniat who is standing here and has only been in this world for a very short time.

"here……"

The girl reached out again, gently pointing to the other side, using the movement to suppress the twitching of her fingertips—

Do you feel it's necessary to elaborate further?

"Don't!"

"It's pretty cool, but this is just too..."

Jiang Cheng, who's practically a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur), loves cool things, but if he were to actually say it so readily in public...

Ahhh...

It would be better to just give a quick and decisive answer.

……

……

……

In reality, Jiang Cheng had lost count of how he had kept the girl company for so long. Finally, Mei, unable to bear it any longer, took the initiative to suggest they part ways.

"We should go take a shower."

"I feel like giving a speech..."

The girl, who wanted to make some more effort, was stopped without hesitation.

"—That's not important."

The girl barely suppressed the spittle on her forehead, speaking in the calmest and gentlest voice possible—in reality, the lightning in her eyes had been suppressed to the point of being uncontrollable. Just looking into her eyes felt like being struck dead, giving the illusion that she would be electrocuted by lightning the next moment without any surprise.

The faint, almost imperceptible, smell in the air was like something burning, excessively stimulating and clear. Compared to the smell permeating the room, it was far too pungent, proving that this was no illusion.

Even if she is completely inhuman, all the accumulated memories are warning Mistelin.

This is the limit.

—We cannot go any further.

If they were to take another step forward, get a little closer to Jiangcheng, and continue in a scenario where the two of them, as the legitimate lovers, can only stand by and watch, with both Sakura and Mei only able to observe as bystanders watching their lovers chat happily with others... it would probably end in the most desperate, tragic, and in a way that no one would want to see.

She had no choice but to accept it, and then calmly took a step back, handing over the boy beside her, along with the seats on both sides, to the two girls who had already been suppressed to their limits.

It was faster than light, faster than the fleeting traces that sight can retain; in less than the blink of an eye, both sides were once again occupied by pink and purple girls.

Mei, Jiangcheng, Cherry Blossom.

Everything fits together perfectly.

Since that's the case, it's impossible to stay here shamelessly any longer. Fortunately, there are other solutions.

"—Your right hand is also being prepared. You can talk to me about it when you have time."

Finally, a completely new topic was left to discuss.

Leave behind entirely new reasons to get closer.

Mistelin maintained the persona she had initially presented—just a kind-hearted person who came to help. She left quickly without looking back, and finally turned back at the gate, waving her hand in a gesture she remembered Cecilia making before leaving—an overly gentle smile as she waved, her long silver hair swaying.

Goodbye, and I hope your wish can be fulfilled.

"Also, you must read those documents carefully and keep them with you at all times."

"of course."

Jiang Cheng was happy to leave a good impression when they parted.

In fact, at least it seems a bit strange, and this girl really is there to help him.

It's hard to understand why I need to carry the documents with me. If it's just about memorizing them, it should be quite simple with the abilities of a Stigmata Awakener.

I guess I still don't quite believe in myself.

Since that's the case, it doesn't matter if you carry it with you at any time.

It's just a reminder anyway, and it's fine to follow it; it's a small thing and it can make a good impression.

With this in mind, Jiang Cheng carefully placed the documents aside—using his relatively clean hand. He was still thinking about how to preserve these things, and even considered asking Mei or Sakura if they had any space to store them. The next moment, he saw that the things that were originally paper, or at least probably paper, suddenly glowed, like data or other things, and instantly mixed together to form a small, dreamlike box.

"What kind of technology is this?" Mei immediately used her authority to examine the spirit and dream! "I didn't sense any electromagnetic-like fluctuations... It doesn't seem to be a conventional technological creation."

“The power of erosion can spread across it, and it’s surprisingly efficient,” Yae Sakura said, trying to make her assessment.

Well……

Jiang Cheng frowned.

He vaguely remembered this thing.

If it's just a matter of displaying these gestures, then it's indeed difficult to judge. But if it was done by Mistelin... there's an ability in the story that's very similar to this.

Ideal type...

It can be used to build bridges, or it can be used to make other things.

Essentially, it's a kind of manifestation of stigmata, a strange kind of informational thing. In short, it's very complicated, and we don't know if the setting has been affected.

The reason why this actually uncommon setting was so memorable to him was because after he drew this character, he heard a line on the bridge.

Are you curious about how this outfit is made? It's not part of my body, you know.

The physical structure isn't that special. Being overly curious about other people's bodies can be a bit impolite.

I'm already trying to record you completely. Some scenes... I'll keep them a secret.

……

Just recalling these things unconsciously brings to mind a girl who at least looked like a young girl, half-bent over, sticking out her index finger and acting cute. The color in her eyes and the expression on her face were inhuman, as if devoid of humanity, a gentle expression simply imitated by an alien.

And that posture, compared to what I've witnessed now... compared to the condescending perspective I saw before, looking up like a girl next door patiently helping me with my homework, the color in her eyes, rather than a fleeting gentleness, actually possessed a certain human substance, her voice was so attentive it was almost soft, her bangs swayed like a bright sky, like an inverted ocean with a dreamlike gradient of light, her pupils slightly hazy from blue to purple.

The only slightly odd thing is that it seems to be inexplicably intoxicated by some kind of color... Otherwise, everything is too normal, so normal that it even feels human.

It shouldn't be a document created using one's own body/idea, as one might imagine... It's probably just a document created using similar technology.

Anyway, I have no need to record it, nor is it meaningful for me to be recorded all the time.

It's unimaginable and utterly meaningless to take a part of yourself and keep it by your side.

This is something that, if not for rational beings, could even be considered bizarre... How could it possibly be just for oneself, for monitoring oneself?

People.

We still can't be too arrogant or self-righteous.

If you let your true self shine through too much, you'll be seen as a clown.

How can so many people be watching you all day long, and how can so many people read your story every day?

In fact, even if you do something embarrassing, no one will remember it. Even if you do something shameful on the street, no one will see it. Not to mention that you are quite inhuman in your behavior. You simply have memories and a rich past, but you have only been in the world for a short time. You are like another version of Mistelin who can say that she can go to the toilet in a good mood. You are also an inhuman alien with knowledge but no common sense and no experience.

“Let’s go…” Jiang Cheng deliberately skipped over this part of the question, while holding the hands of the two girls on either side, looking at their purple eyes and lake-blue pupils respectively.

"It's time to take a shower and take care of other things while we're at it. Even if we get the speech draft, there are still many other issues to resolve."

"Violence is the best and simplest way to solve problems, but it is not the most suitable way."

"At least in this matter, I hope to avoid trouble and make them more willing to trust me."

Mei's eyes flickered, and the way she unconsciously bit her lower lip seemed to reveal some worry, making her flowing hair seem to dim.

Sakura's posture was almost exactly the same, the only difference being that her emotions were inexplicably calmer.

of course.

It's not like I still can't understand my partner's thoughts.

Even if you don't know what they're worried about, you just need to know that Mei and Sakura both have this kind of worrying behavior.

He chuckled softly, tightening his grip on the girl's fingertips, as if to reassure her, "You don't need to be too nervous. At worst, we can just cross the line and use Jizo's Soul to make them submit completely. Anyway, I'm already a big bad guy by now."

"Anyway, I don't know anything about politics. The only thing I know is violence. I don't have any political or moral fastidiousness. As long as you think you can use Jizo's Soul for hypnosis, I'm pretty happy with it... Otto uses it too."

Faced with the boy's gentle words of comfort, the girl would only give one response—no matter which girl it was, she would only give the same response.

Wife Er Sanling 罒玖（七）. Sansi “I will stand with you until the very last moment.”

"I am your priestess."

With her fingertips gently pressed against her chest, Mei, like a samurai making a vow, had an expression on her face that was perhaps more resolute and radiant than lightning.

Yae Sakura's actions were even more direct. She pressed the boy's hand directly against her chest, feeling through the fabric the incredibly soft skin that had been touched and even roughly touched countless times, along with the sound of his heartbeat—the thumping sound from the closest point to her heart was something that even the thick softness couldn't completely block out.

"If that's the case, what is there to worry about?"

Now, Jiang Cheng has nothing left but happiness.

It was as if he wanted to imprint the figures of the two girls into his eyes and into his memory. Reflected in his cherry-colored eyes, which he opened as wide as he could, were girls who could only be described as beautiful. Even though they were a little disheveled and messy, they were still so bright that they seemed to be shining. Even without the reflection of sunlight, they were still beautiful and passionate.

The purple flashes were like lightning, and the thunder in the sky at this moment only cast down a love for one person. The flowing cherry blossom hair was no less beautiful than the most delicate petals of spring, blown by the wind.