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

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There were at least hundreds or thousands of diseases that were deadly, although most of them have recovered.

Ordinary symptoms cannot kill a Stigmata holder; probably all the diseases in human history combined wouldn't be enough, but there are still some remnants. At least the body has been excessively exploited, and it is far too close to collapse, even compared to Mei's expectations. It's like a house that is already swaying in the wind and rain.

It would probably require being wrapped in bandages all over and lying in bed for a long time to barely recover. There would be many wounds on the surface, and even the bioelectricity throughout the body would be somewhat disordered.

And the finger marks on her skin, clearly the marks left by a slender young girl's fingers, were enough to conjure up images of Jiang Cheng's struggles, rejections, and everything she was forced into.

A face covered in blood, contorted in a grimace—no matter what, it would make a girl's heart ache.

Her slender, jade-like fingertips unconsciously reached out and gently stroked the boy's face.

There were many wounds on his body and face, all sustained in the fierce battle. Compared to those, even the lipstick mark on his cheek seemed less important.

No... I shouldn't say cheating or anything like that. Compared to Jiang Cheng's current injuries and exhaustion, it's nothing at all.

Anyway, Jiang Cheng wasn't acting on his own initiative. In order to resist Yae Sakura's coercive behavior, he even had many marks on his body.

How could anyone possibly blame their lover just because they were forced into something? Such a foolish act is absolutely impossible.

—That shouldn't be the case.

The girl almost felt like vomiting.

My stomach is excessively acidic.

—Because Jiangcheng shouldn't be like this.

His body shouldn't be so weak, shouldn't have collapsed so badly, his face shouldn't have so many wounds, and he shouldn't be so...weak.

His face was clearly bloodless, his body hadn't recovered, and his eyes were tightly closed...

—Those eyes that have lost their color.

When I gently pried open my eyelids, all I saw was gloom.

It's as if even the highlights have been squeezed out. It used to have a dreamy gradient color under different angles and lighting, and could even reflect a light pink pupil. Now, no matter how you look at it, it's just dull and... it can no longer reflect your face properly like before.

My heart aches so much that I can't bear to look directly at it. Even just a glance at those eyes that have lost all light makes me feel like my heart is being crushed.

—This is my fault.

An unrecoverable error is truly terrifyingly frustrating.

That despair seeped into her bones, that despair repeatedly seeped into her skin, that despair even choked her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe, tearing all her flesh apart, raging in her heart, destroying every nerve and blood vessel. That despair was like an animal that had finally survived the long winter of hibernation, collapsing on the night before spring arrived.

Ahhh...

Even when it opens its mouth, it can only spew out empty words, even distorted notes that cannot form characters.

Mei, whose voice was once enough to be called a school idol, now had a throat that sounded like a weathered and twisted cave cavity, blowing out ghostly howls.

There was no self-pity.

There was no self-blame.

He didn't just break down like a clown when bad things happened, becoming a decadent lose-lose person who only knows how to hide in a corner.

No.

Absolutely not.

The boy is still here.

The problem is still in front of us. Isn't it a form of escapism to avoid facing the problem simply because it's too difficult?

Does closing your eyes make the problem disappear?

Trouble is only left to the young.

There is no other power that can be activated, and even if it were to become something more powerful than a Herrscher, it would be impossible.

The so-called mistake, believing that he is the culprit for this result, is just an argument, stating the most normal and common truth—the reason why Jiangcheng has become so bad is largely due to himself, and after he interrupted the best outcome with his confession, it was entirely his fault.

But thinking about these things is no longer meaningful.

Thinking that there was no point in sending reinforcements earlier would have been of any use.

If Yae Sakura's previous actions of deliberately delaying her actions were due to her own selfish desires to push Jiang Cheng, then it would mean that Otto had already died, and the only liquid next to her that didn't smell so strange was Otto. Jiang Cheng did indeed eliminate the enemy in the fastest way possible, just as expected.

Although I don't know why I didn't call out to myself until the very end, actually... there's no need to think too much about the reason.

When he said he wanted to go through the same pain as Jiang Cheng, the expression on the boy's face made it very clear.

Given the chance, the boy would definitely reject the possibility of getting hurt without hesitation.

Just as he wanted to experience the same pain, it was only so that he could get closer to the boy.

If you can't solve the problem, then engaging in self-destructive behavior is foolish. If you still engage in self-destructive behavior even after solving the problem, then you're simply creating trouble for yourself.

The current dazedness is less about simple sadness and wasting time, and more about cautiously observing the boy's physical condition.

After confirming that the problem was merely an excessive breakdown and exhaustion, the girl turned her head slightly after removing the electromagnetic field barrier.

That girl named Yae Sakura is still despicable.

I wish I could stab him to death.

This is a case of a strong criminal who used Jiangcheng.

But at this moment, she is not the focus—this matter is definitely not as important as the boy's body.

Only Jiangcheng can handle this matter; the perpetrator should, and most importantly, be allowed to resolve it through the victim.

"Let's talk about Qiang after Jiang Cheng recovers... I can give you time to prepare yourself for being kicked out," she gently closed Jiang Cheng's eyes. "I don't have time to talk about those pointless things with you right now. If you really have even a little bit of affection for Jiang Cheng, call Gray Serpent for me right now!"

"Yes."

Yae Sakura nodded immediately.

"And you."

Raiden Mei's gaze remained unwavering—her eyes, flashing like thunder and seemingly imbued with genuine lightning, were fixed on Jizo Mitama, which had been lying quietly on the ground pretending to be dead since the moment it entered, seemingly just an ordinary, emotionless sword, a mere weapon.

How can it be?

The source of Yae Sakura's existence is Jizo Mitama.

Even if they knew nothing at all, they had no idea about Yae Sakura's concern for Jiang Cheng, or when they had met.

But the feeling of that power will not change; the reason for Yae Sakura's existence, even though she was killed long ago, has been clear from the beginning.

Now that Mei has become a Herrscher, she is no longer the person who had no awareness of her own existence. Having been a Herrscher for so long, she now knows just how tenacious and terrifying the life force of the Herrscher Reimu truly is.

The girl could still recall the boomerang she had been hit by—the jealousy she felt on the morning she had slept with the boy, seeing Jiang Cheng carefully wiping the Jizo shrine with his sword. She had dismissed it then by saying it was just a sword anyway, but little did she expect…

Ha ha……

A knife can really become a rival in love.

"In short, no matter what form you take or how you are here, either you demonstrate your intelligence now, or I will pretend you don't exist and you must not be active even once from now on!"

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PS: I clearly didn't want to think about milk buds...

Chapter 103 Can this be considered love?

【Yes. 】

Faced with the Thunder Queen's wrath, even Ling, an elder from 50,000 years ago, unconsciously took a step back in her heart. In those eyes that seemed to glow crimson, the hottest, most extreme, like endless dark clouds, occasionally flashing, enveloped in an aura of endless despair, and descending with the mist along with the blood-stained thunder, the gray shroud was filled with a hazy light.

That's...that's terrifying.

Instead of fighting amongst themselves, they direct their anger at others.

Raiden Mei, who has learned to get angry, is someone even swordsmen/Herrschers dare not face.

[I'll inform Gray Serpent immediately, but I still hope you'll think carefully about Sakura's matter. She and you are very similar, even the reasons for falling in love with Jiang Cheng are similar.]

It was as if he had become a completely different person—this instinctive feeling that he would be blamed if he said it out loud was ultimately kept to himself.

After hesitating for a moment, the shrine maiden couldn't help but look up. She had finally been given a reprieve, but she still wanted to ask.

"Jiang Cheng's health... should be fine, right?"

"That's why my knife didn't strike you."

The only response was an extremely cold tone, filled with impatience to the extreme, as if the voice itself carried electricity, making the body tremble involuntarily. If only one could see those eyes... no, even if one couldn't see Raiden Mei's pupils, one could clearly imagine what color those eyes were.

It's absolutely terrifying.

Even if Yae Sakura is not afraid, she doesn't want to face it.

At least for now, it is a relatively good result—we didn't encounter Raiden Mei's absolute denial at the first moment, nor did we draw the fire to Jiang Cheng. Let's put other things aside and let Jiang Cheng rest first.

Yae Sakura once again managed to straighten up, picked up the discarded spirit sword, Sakura Fubuki, from the side, and stuck the tip of the sword into the wall for support.

However, before he could even prepare to call for medical help with Ling, his lake-blue eyes involuntarily turned to the distance.

I can already feel it.

I sensed the electromagnetic barrier dissipating.

I sense someone/energy approaching.

The girl, who is a pseudo-Herrscher, possesses equally excellent combat skills and sensory abilities.

It is something rational, cold, devoid of any human breath or scent, and at this very moment, it is arriving at an extremely rapid pace—

"Hello everyone, I hope I'm not late."

A nearly pure white girl arrived, adorned with purple ribbons.

The first thing reflected in those dreamlike, beautiful eyes was a girl half-rising and leaning on a knife.

"Eh……"

"Sakura... Setsuna-san?"

……

……

A stranger called out his name, using a gaze that was equally unfamiliar, as if he were looking at another person.

Even with very little knowledge and no understanding of the related matters, after Ling and Jiang Cheng's chaotic exchange, the girl already knew that there was a civilization/era 50,000 years ago, and in that era, Ling/Herrscher of Erosion's older sister looked very much like her and shared the same name—

"I am Yae Sakura."

But that doesn't mean I am her.

Yae Sakura corrected it immediately.

"Huh?! Huh? Huh..." Mistelin, her pupils suddenly dizzy, suppressed her upturned lips and looked at it carefully a few more times—

"Ah..."

"That's it."

Upon closer inspection, there is indeed a hint of fragility in her eyes and brows. The curve of her eyes is quite pitiful, and the color in her eyes is closer to lake water than ice. Even though she is holding a katana, her temperament is much softer than that of the supposedly top assassin, Setsuna.

Are they similar again?

Like Miss Mei and Dr. Mei.

Since that's the case—even though she arrived late, her vigilance was still aroused. Mistelin's fingertips climbed the spear, and with a flick of her wrist, the purple banner drew a perfect arc in the air.

"May I ask why you're here?"

"I'm……"

She bit her lip and swallowed the words "mistress" that she had subconsciously uttered.

"They came to help Jiangcheng."

Although it only helped block one attack.

Even though he was forced to do it again afterwards.

although……

……

"That's it."

The flag was instantly taken back—Mistelin immediately offered her apology, blinking slightly as she clasped her hands together.

"I'm very sorry, my attitude wasn't very good just now. After all, this suicide attempt really needed to be kept secret, and suddenly running into someone unrelated to the plan really gave me a fright... Um, you shouldn't find my emotional change strange, right? Actually, I also have something to see..."