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

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Yes, we are indeed concerned.

There was absolutely no attempt to hide it.

No longer are we in a state of vague connection where all our emotions had to be kept hidden, fearing rejection if we expressed them—we are now genuine lovers, so whatever we do is right, whatever we say is reasonable, and all our concerns and questions should be voiced.

This is really troublesome...

Nevertheless, Jiang Cheng had no intention of hiding it.

"Since you want to know, then let me tell you the whole story from beginning to end."

From the story of Yae Sakura.

The story of erosion.

The same, almost identical, fratricidal slaughter continues for fifty thousand years, only the identity of the killer has changed, the identity of the person wielding the butcher's knife has changed, the person watching the self-inflicted tragedy with trembling eyes has changed from the younger sister to the older sister, and the one lying in the pool of blood has changed from the older sister to the younger sister.

As for my own position, what I did, and what I did, there was nothing shameful about it. I didn't try to win over others in a gentle way, but instead, I was so cruel and brutal in denying them.

He slapped the girl's hand away, refusing the rice ball she had made and the expectant look in her eyes that seemed to want to help him.

The gift that was bravely presented only received disdain and contempt from the presenter.

Things like this—there's absolutely no need to hide them.

The only thing to hide is one's own wickedness.

no need.

No one knows herself better than Raiden Mei.

and so--

No need to worry.

There is no need to hide.

This is indeed an anti-heroic and anti-role adventure story. Rather than saving others, it is perhaps closer to the condescending, armchair-talking of a keyboard warrior, or the strategy of a gamer who only cares about gameplay and rewards and has been aiming to reach a certain ending from the beginning.

……

Um...

really?

Gazing at the boy who was speaking eloquently, Mei, who was so frank that she didn't even want to doubt him—a deep-seated unwillingness to doubt him, even in the slightest way—subtly frowned as she listened, her eyelashes already lowered without her realizing it.

There was no reason to be found at all, and it was entirely from some kind of instinctive soul, or rather, a physical sensation that made the body instinctively act in a strange way.

The girl unconsciously bit her soft lower lip, just as she had done countless times in the past when she was bullied, biting her soft and rosy lips.

There is clearly nothing to doubt about this.

They can't even catch someone cheating.

Listening to the story and interactions with the girl who filled him with remorse, he still felt something was off no matter what.

It's indescribable, beyond words, like the wind—unfathomable and intangible. You can only vaguely feel yourself being touched and blown by the wind when it blows, the direction and scale of your clothes and hair fluttering are the shape of the wind.

Just as we perceive it at this moment, it possesses an almost identical, elusive essence, yet it can be sensed through the ripples of emotion, through the ripples that arise in the heart—the strangeness of the story.

"I see……"

She gently nodded her head.

The inexplicable thought was thrown aside without hesitation.

Willing to trust Jiang Cheng—Raiden Mei is willing to place the greatest trust in Jiang Cheng.

"Something like this... must be really unbearable for you. I'm sorry I can't offer you comfort when you need it."

It's alright—I haven't had a chance to explain that yet.

I originally intended to explain it in the usual way.

But not even the most basic room for a response was left for the branch—Jiang Cheng witnessed firsthand the approach of that crimson-purple color reflected in the sky.

She had already stuck her head out, placing her hands on either side of the hibernation pod as if taking a close-up photo, and now the girl was too lazy to even stay outside. Completely disregarding the sense of distance between men and women, she forced herself into the not-so-spacious hibernation pod.

That seemingly slender girl, who looked like she could be blown away by a gust of wind when we first met by the pond, actually felt incredibly fleshy when you touched her.

I've never experienced this softness before—the genuine softness of a real girl.

The feeling pressed against my chest at this moment, perhaps...

No.

There are absolutely no adjectives to describe it.

It's impossible to describe the sensation I'm experiencing right now.

At this moment, they were so oppressed that they couldn't even turn their heads. They could only offer each other their gazes, and their pupils, locked in a gaze, connected the windows of their souls and everything between them in the most extreme way.

"You must be very sad."

"I've learned so many things that I can't change."

"I was in so much pain just knowing the truth about being bullied, so what kind of pressure are you under, with your precognitive abilities?"

Those pupils were so incredibly gentle.

Those eyes shimmered as if they were mirrors.

I can do it, I absolutely can do it, I can absolutely reflect my own posture—the self that is so shocked at this moment that even my mouth is open.

Confess...

That's truly an incredibly extravagant phrase.

Being able to confide everything in others about one's heart, everything one carries, including sorrow, repression, and fear... without worrying about being ridiculed or ignored.

No longer would I feel awkward when a girl gets close, no longer would I subconsciously hold my breath because of the inexplicable fragrance lingering at the tip of my nose, and I would not be at a loss for where to look because of the snow-white skin that almost filled my vision, apart from the girl's face.

Because at this moment, all you need to do is look into those eyes.

Watching.

Watch.

Similarly, one can confide in others—

"The pressure is indeed quite great for me, because I know clearly now that the best outcome has been shattered, and there are some enemies I have to face."

"Even though I really don't want to, I absolutely don't want to, I really don't even want to see him. I wish I could live in the shadows my whole life until the day he dies and never be discovered..."

"Unlike the Cocolia and Gray Serpent you know now, there is a real enemy at this point in time, one who is truly despicable, shameless, filthy, shameless, crazy, and arrogant, and it is absolutely impossible to make deals with him, communicate with him, or make any agreements with him, because he is a monster who will never understand peace and will never be satisfied."

—Otto.

"Is it so scary?"

Mei was seeing him in this state for the first time, a state that seemed to know everything—his face was gloomy, and even his pupils were filled with disgust and vigilance.

"Who is the real enemy? Who can be so insane and so powerful... with no morals whatsoever?"

Although a lack of morality seems to be widespread.

At least none of these things were known to the girl.

Cocolia, Gray Serpent... one destroyed the entire city, and the other seems to have been part of the effort.

Oh dear, is the world really this bad?

Recalling everything that had happened in the past few years, that dark cloud over which there was no light except for the boy—all Mei could do now was press her chest closer to his, making her heartbeats more intense, and making the connection between their body temperatures even stronger.

Instead of the usual harshness that pierced through her hardened eyes, she was greeted by a rare display of tenderness.

"I will definitely protect you."

"Absolutely, absolutely never again will that day happen."

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……

……

It was so hot that it was almost impossible to look directly at it, just like not daring to look up and face the most intense midday sun. Even wearing sunglasses, one's eyes would sting as if they were about to tear up. Even just being exposed to that excessive heat, or even just looking down, made one feel like they were about to suffer from heatstroke. The whole body felt excessively warm.

There was absolutely no attempt to conceal it—even after repeating it several times, I still can't help but have this thought, this feeling of being bathed in unreserved, cloudless light.

If no other methods are used, even if someone is very uncomfortable with contact with the opposite sex and feels completely unfamiliar with everything, they will inevitably be melted into liquid.

Especially the color in those deep purple pupils—those eyes that were constantly staring at him, watching him intently, eyes that could almost only be described as tender and affectionate…

If she were to get injured again while shielding Mei from a bullet, she would probably break down beyond repair.

Mingqun flirts with Wuyi (7) Baoba starts again Yinming has already tried very hard.

It's still something that can't be done.

"There is good news, though. He has personally buried all his loyal subordinates." Jiang Cheng emphasized, bowing his head.

"He was weak—weaker than ever before."

so--

Do not worry.

I won't be like I was before.

These are the thoughts/messages that are now being conveyed through the unreserved glances exchanged between each other.

It doesn't matter if she's not used to it—at least nothing is more important than putting the girl's worries aside.

And how could she—Raiden Mei—not know Jiang Cheng's intention to deliberately change the subject and say these seemingly arrogant and conceited things? What was his reason?

No need to point it out.

Even though this technique seems rather clumsy.

Even if a girl's only experience is reading romance comics, she can be manipulated at will.

"That's it."

"Jiang Cheng is indeed a great prophet!"

Her prismatic eyes lit up instantly, as if reflecting a starry river that only exists in the night, like a sudden flash of lightning in the sky. Mei exclaimed in an exaggerated way, her mature appearance making her look as cute as a child. The bright sunlight danced on her hair, adding a realistic filter to her exaggerated exclamation and making her expression even more vivid.

Seemingly genuinely shocked by the boy's words, which were actually not praiseworthy at all, her cheeks bulged out and her mouth opened in a childish manner.

I don't know if it's genuine or just an act.

Does he really have no acting talent, or is he deliberately acting so badly?

In short, Jiang Cheng's mood inevitably improved, the layers of gloom were peeled away, and even his voice seemed to return to its original state.

"Although I don't actually know a lot, at least I don't know some details, I can still guarantee your safety, just like I told you the first time."

"Although I have been belittling your strength, even if I say you are very strong now, I usually add a time limit. In reality, in this world, it is not so simple to easily threaten a Herrscher. In the worst case, you can even perish together with your opponent."

Such a narrative.

And so I listened.

She nodded occasionally to show that she was listening attentively, until the moment the voice ended, the girl suddenly looked up as if she was somewhat disappointed, her purplish-red eyes gently containing a hint of resentment.

"Jiang Cheng, since you know so much, you should also know that an ordinary high school student like me has never experienced anything like this."

"The World Serpent and this gloomy base... it feels like my father is making me move out of my room."

The girl sighed softly, filled with self-pity and dissatisfaction, her lips slightly pursed, as if she were about to fall into the abyss again as before.

If those eyes weren't fixed intently on Jiang Cheng.

If the dagger in the map hadn't been revealed so quickly—

"Can you walk around here with me?"

"Mei... seems a little shy."

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Chapter 83 Gray Snake: Isn't this too cheesy?

Did I do something wrong?