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

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As mentioned, I am indeed very interested in Jiangcheng.

Strictly speaking, it's not that I'm interested in prophets.

This applies to Jiangcheng itself.

It is Jiangcheng that is most ordinary and most basic after all external things have been removed, and after he has lost his power and the ability to predict the future.

At that time, he seemed worthless and meaningless. Even Jiang Cheng himself thought that he was so lowly that he didn't even dare to see people. He was just an ordinary person who would be thrown a stone and squat by the roadside, hitting countless people. But it was only in that posture that the girl was most interested in and wanted to pay attention to.

Only at that time is one neither good nor bad, neither strong nor weak, extremely hesitant, indecisive, mediocre, wicked, foolish, tongue-tied, lacking emotional intelligence, ordinary, and incompetent. One can feel sadness, guilt, sorrow, happiness, joy, disappointment, and confusion. One can be clever in small ways, make foolish mistakes, be angry, lose rationality, and then condemn oneself after everything. Occasionally, one can act very seriously, but after realizing that one's seriousness has caused trouble, one will unconsciously regret it. Sometimes, even knowing that one is wrong, one will still do it. The final result is sometimes regret, and sometimes no regret... In short, one is a fairly ordinary and incompetent human being.

It's like stitching together all the good and bad sides you've ever seen, turning into a vehicle that, once a button is pressed, will move forward, backward, left, right, up, down—in short, in every direction with no blind spots, making every step unexpected.

The only pity is that Jiang Cheng is very capable—beneath that rich inner world lies an extraordinary ability to speak.

Because of ability, some regrets will not occur, and some wrongdoings will be erased before they happen.

Because Mei and Sakura love him very much, it's sometimes hard to observe what Jiang Cheng would be like when he's truly rejected after he makes a mistake.

Furthermore, because Jiang Cheng possesses the ability to foresee the future, he can know in advance which option is the best, so he doesn't hesitate much before making a choice.

Ahhh...

That's true.

It's such a pity that I only had this thought in mind.

Unfortunately, even Mistelin couldn't help but sigh repeatedly, her hands covering her face, unable to contain her frustration. Even her usually gentle and happy face couldn't help but fall down, and her mouth was so droopy it could hang an oil bottle.

Even though the gray snake looked at her with suspicion, the girl remained unmoved, frowning and her lips curving down, her eyes filled with sadness.

Want to see, want to know

Because these are unfamiliar, they are special.

Even a girl with a vast amount of memories couldn't have predicted it.

This is the first time I've ever wanted to know so much about something—and that's why I'm interested in Jiangcheng.

Essentially, I'm less interested in Jiang Cheng's abilities and more interested in the personality he displays beneath those abilities.

This is the most standard person that this girl, who has only been in the world for a short time since her transcription, and whose lifespan is even shorter than that of Kiana who was created, has ever seen.

It was more concrete than most of the staff I've seen, showing a level of self-respect and a somewhat incomprehensible loyalty to the world snake.

It's not like the raven, which looks swirling and empty, with no clear goal even it can find.

If we add fragments of memories that don't belong to him, such as Siegfried's passionate courage, Otto's seemingly gentle yet ruthless nature, the following of his juniors, and even Alexandra's will to die rather than give up her child, all of these would be incomprehensible.

Everything is in a state of being both understandable and incomprehensible. It is understandable to understand the outward manifestations of personality, such as passion, sadness, and anger, but it is impossible to understand the driving force behind these emotions—including the theoretical self of the past.

Why choose transcription?

Why choose death?

What were his thoughts and feelings after seeing Alexandra?

The individual named Mistelin Shaniat seemed to be separated from everything by something. Perhaps it was because of her short life, perhaps because she had seen too little, or perhaps because she had not experienced it firsthand. In any case, even if she did meet some people, she could only feel them vaguely.

Only Jiangcheng is different.

And it's only when I see Jiangcheng that I feel something different.

Seeing his life with Mei, his every smile and frown with Mei, every emotional shift during their dates... awkwardness, joy, and that sudden seriousness followed by an apology.

Why does this seemingly complex change appear clearer and more obvious than any previous one?

Why is it that even when separated by a screen, one can feel closer to someone than when meeting them in person?

To want, to crave.

I really want it, I really crave it.

If only we could see more and experience more.

If only we could get closer and see his facial expression more clearly.

If such observations—observations of understanding—continue, perhaps even someone like myself could come to understand emotions.

Just like countless normal people in my memory, just like Jiang Cheng, an ordinary person who is more specific and more normal than anyone else.

When exactly did this observation begin to seem so wrong?

From what day will this yearning in my heart become a reality?

It seems to be when Mei and he are hugging each other.

Watching his expression gradually change from blank to surprised.

Even though this change was far more complex than many of the times I remembered, just by looking at it, I could vaguely sense why he was like this.

want to--.

This emotion was surging for the first time.

After witnessing Jiang Cheng's complete emotional shift.

That was the first time I realized that there was an unfillable void in my chest, or rather, it had always been there, but I had never paid attention to it before, nor could I pay attention to it, because no matter how much I cared, I could never truly understand these things that were completely untouchable. On the contrary, now that I understand a little, I can feel the emptiness in my chest—it is the feeling of wanting to understand everything about the only person who can tell me, the only specific person.

For the first time, I felt something vague and indescribable, as if I had a misconception that even I could understand—but these things were definitely not misconceptions. Even if the emotions I felt were vague or excessively faint, they were definitely not misconceptions.

A girl who has experienced countless miscalculations would never fail to distinguish between what is correct and what is wrong, what exists and what does not.

Even this mistaken feeling comes from her—the present Misteline, not from anyone in the past, much less from the distant Cecilia.

Emotions are truly a wondrous thing.

pity……

The young girl could only press her hand to her chest and quietly savor this faint emotion.

"After all... if I approach him now and say it directly, I'll probably scare him away immediately."

"Two people are already too many. For ordinary people, two people are already excessive... With electromagnetic force and the power of light corrosion, even screens can't be installed too many now."

"Would it be possible to have a chance to meet him in person, using the excuse of seeing his injury or attending this celebration?"

"When he attends the festival, does he feel happy because he holds power, or does he feel embarrassed seeing so many people?"

I have no idea.

It remains to be seen how Jiangcheng, with its complex and nuanced nature, will respond.

I wonder where Jiang Cheng will go if he puts all the movement commands (up, down, left, right) into one button?

Just like a perfect and complex high-difficulty game, even if all the past memories were added together, I couldn't know the answer before I even opened my mouth.

That's the real point of playing games—if you know everything, it just gets boring.

"what happened?"

The gray snake, having vaguely heard the sound, looked over.

All he received was a glance from the girl with her hands clasped together.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about the Stigmata Project. I feel like the thirtieth version could be revised a bit more."

Ok……

The surveillance cameras were also banned.

Sixteen screens, sixteen viewing angles—all gone.

I was thinking of increasing it several times over, like making it thirty-two or sixty-four, and then adding more in other places like toilets and dining tables...

If I were to describe this feeling using words from my memory, it might be like the Chinese proverb "dying before achieving one's goal."

The girl now clearly felt the weight of those weightless words that simply existed in her memory.

"Also... I feel it would be a bit difficult for them to handle the registration ceremony, so I'd like to offer them some assistance."

Gray Serpent naturally couldn't refuse such a thing, but left the room after saying, "You decide for yourself, and don't let the Stigmata Project go wrong."

Only the girl remained, pondering the file's format and, most importantly, its storage medium... She felt that against the power of corruption, no amount of technologically advanced surveillance equipment would be of any use.

If that's the case...

Let me do it with my own eyes.

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Meanwhile, Jiang Cheng completely abstained from sex—after Mei and the others finally mercifully let go.

Being female gives them an inherent advantage, and they also possess the characteristics of Herrschers, granting them almost limitless power... The only thing that could possibly end them is the termination of their will.

Is it the will to enjoy that is lost more quickly, or the will to be enjoyed that is lost more quickly?

There's no need to even think about it.

In the early stages, you can still try some fancy tricks, such as changing different positions or having two girls lie down in the most standard taxi seat position, using your fingers to use them at the same time, and then randomly entering one of them, etc. But after five hours, it becomes one-sided exhaustion. Even down there, you feel like your skin is about to be rubbed raw, and you have the illusion that your brain has been turned into liquid.

The speed at which blood flows through the body slows down somewhat.

I don't know exactly how many shots were fired.

It feels like it could already fill several cups. Maybe if I kept it, it could really fill a large Coke cup.

He would never do that again—Jiang Cheng was so exhausted that he wouldn't have the energy for the next few months.

I will never do this again until my body is fully recovered and I have the fighting ability to take on two opponents at once.

I now truly understand why there's a saying that only children choose everything; adults know their bodies can't handle it.

I really can't take it anymore.

Two people!

Two Heralds.

Ling kept stirring things up from the sidelines. With great difficulty, through some self-taught methods, she managed to make Sakura, who was actually quite inexperienced in this area, temporarily lose her fighting ability under the condition of unparalleled obedience and compliance. Now, she only needs to face Mei, and that girl will instantly refresh Sakura's status.

The only thing I'm truly thankful for is that Mei didn't actually use the electricity. She was somewhat dissatisfied with my actions, but it was only to the extent of being somewhat dissatisfied.

Ultimately, the behavior is quite logical, at least in Jiangcheng right now.

They're no longer human.

he.

As an Awakened One of the Holy Marks, he has absolutely no relation to the human being. Beneath that seemingly human-like exterior lies an existence system and genes that... If compared to ordinary people, perhaps even a banana on the roadside is closer to a human.

In comparison, the fully awakened ones of the Stigmata are actually closer to humans and fusion warriors than the Honkai Beasts whose gene fragments have been integrated into them, allowing them to collapse and become almost complete Honkai Beasts—truly monsters in the real sense.

In reality, if you think about it carefully, you'll realize that beings like Bianca, who possess physical defense capable of resisting attacks strong enough to tear apart continents, can summon horses or armor, and whose emitted Honkai energy might be even more powerful than that of a Herrscher, are unlikely to be very human. Not to mention special B-rank Valkyries, like Kiana, who can land in the stratosphere without a parachute.

This behavior, which lasted for such a long time, also helped him improve his imagination in a way.

Having lived as an ordinary person for so long, I've subconsciously developed a sense of self-restraint.

Human concepts are a constraint for monsters.

That's not the case now.

After three hours, he discovered that he could still shoot, even with a little effort. He gritted his teeth and pushed himself to his limits, squeezing out every last drop of strength from his body, which he thought was impossible to break. Surprisingly, he could still fight. He even felt that after breaking through his limits, he wasn't like a normal person who would strain tendons, suffer genetic damage, or experience rhabdomyolysis... Jiang Cheng even felt that he was in pretty good condition.

So much so that after feeling exhausted at the beginning, he unexpectedly had two more erections in between. After that, he was so mentally exhausted that he couldn't continue to have an explosion. Otherwise, he felt that his body could have had another explosion. Even though he was under the influence of drugs, his exhausted body could still have an explosion.

If this happens a few more times, it will probably transform into Tengen.

However—Mei stopped before that.

"I'm so sorry..."

"I really went a bit too far..."

Perhaps because her anger had gradually dissipated during her previous actions, Mei lowered her head and apologized, remembering how many hours she had been doing it. Even in places where it was not visible, hidden by her long, sticky hair, one could still see her fingertips, which were no longer very nimble, poking each other.