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

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"Sakura, hurry up and do it!"

"This monster has definitely... definitely set its sights on you! Now is your chance to strike, kill him quickly!"

It was a scream almost like that of a groundhog that had been stepped on—the god, whose ugly side was exposed in the face of life and death, had nothing left but to bare his teeth and claws.

The only thing still useful is the residual power.

The commands and instructions regarding offspring accumulated over more than a decade.

Even the most incompetent person can bind a young elephant and then bind an elephant more than ten years later. This kind of control when the elephant is at its weakest can be easily achieved even by the most mediocre and useless person.

Trembling—even if the mind and will are unresponsive, the body, accustomed to the situation, begins to tremble first.

The girl dressed as a shrine maiden was almost instantly and forcibly awakened from her deepest nightmare.

But—Jiangcheng took a step forward.

Completely crossing over the trembling, peeling, and deleting the cage, the long-lived Ling's wife, the dancing shrimp?

Facing the Yae no Kami, who had huddled at the very back of the platform, only managing to maintain an arrogant demeanor with a heart full of anger and fear.

It's like a tiger climbing a tree, while you, helplessly huddled on a slender sapling, let out a final, sharp roar—

"Aren't you going to obey my orders?!"

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This guy is definitely not the final boss of the dungeon—Jiang Cheng confirmed this the moment he witnessed this disgraceful scene.

There was no intention to belittle him, because in the end, the other party was just an ordinary person dressed up as a god.

Those fooled commoners may not know whether God really exists, but as a high-ranking official, as the god, he definitely knows whether God exists in this world, and at least he should know whether his own God is real and whether he will respond.

It's normal for humans to show their ugly side when faced with dire circumstances—in fact, back in Qianyu Academy, what he did to survive was no different from what this guy did, and even much worse.

Loyalty, courage, perseverance... most virtues are largely manifested because of a belief in something.

For example, believing in the existence of heaven, believing that the future will be bright, believing that one's ideals will be realized, and believing that one will leave a mark on history.

It is precisely because they want to go to heaven, because they are thinking about the future and their ideals, and because they hope to be remembered in history, that they act so bravely and so greatly. For ordinary people who have nothing, it is already too much to ask that they don't die like a fly.

Therefore, this is just a simple description.

The eighth level god.

They are absolutely not qualified to become the final enemy of the Stigmata Space.

In terms of both strength and power, he was someone who could be easily defeated by someone who was just starting out in this world. In fact, if it weren't for Yae Sakura, he would have found a way to sneak into this guy's house on the very first day and stabbed him to death.

It's even possible that the black box isn't the real thing, because he'll find a way to kill Kallen on the way here before she even gets here.

The black box can be buried on the spot or thrown away somewhere nobody knows, as long as it doesn't affect the storyline of this instance.

Even if those methods fail, he will absolutely use his understanding of the plot—what others perceive as prophetic ability—to do everything in his power to nip any potential problems in the bud, ensuring that they don't develop into a disaster.

It must be admitted that Jiang Cheng knows his thinking is completely opposite to that of people who want to see exciting stories—he will never let those original threats continue to develop, whether it is assassination, sneak attack or various conspiracies and tricks... In short, as long as any threat is confirmed to be potentially harmful to him, he will kill it directly and try to nip it in the bud.

If this were a book, then most of the stories in it would probably be about a person trying their best to survive, an ugly struggle for survival, but regardless of whether anyone likes it or not, they would never change their behavior.

He was destined to be just an ordinary person, not someone who sought to be the best in the world by finding rivals or someone who looked forward to more unexpected changes.

It's fine if you don't know the plot, but now that you do know it, the first thing you should do is eliminate any potential future threats.

The reason he's here and doing all this is simply to provide insurance for the assassination of Otto. He plans to take advantage of Otto's great comeback in the early to mid-game, before he knows anything about Otto or Jizo's Soul, and kill him completely, leaving no hidden dangers.

So—that's how it is.

Now there's only one thing left to do.

"Yae Sakura, come and end all your nightmares."

His fingertips gently rested on the girl's smooth, fragrant shoulders, suppressing her trembling with a strong sense of presence.

Jiang Cheng glanced sideways at the girl whose head was bowed, her profile obscured by her long pink hair, her lake-like blue eyes seemingly rippling slightly—

"Whether you kill him or not, where you hurt him or how badly he hurts him, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that from this moment on, you should realize that you are living for yourself."

"Your swordsmanship skills must have helped your father a lot, so I don't think you owe him anything now."

"Stop being afraid. You have never been anyone's possession. You are a living person named Yae Sakura."

Yes.

I am a human being.

But ah...

I can be a human being.

It's entirely because you treat me like a human being.

I'm still just as cowardly and incompetent as before...

Just thinking back on what she had done during this time, the girl was still stuck in the shadows and the mire, just like in the past, no matter how much she tried to dissuade or help her. In the end, she had to force the boy who wanted to save her to step into the mire himself to peel away the mud.

The word "living person"—even if it were applied to myself, even if it were related to my name Yae Sakura in any way, I would feel an instinctive nausea, a nausea that makes me want to vomit, a nausea for complacent and useless people, a nausea for things that only enjoy the fruits of others' labor after everything is over.

the most important is……

Unable to take action.

No matter what you say, you can't take action.

Even though I had already gripped the knife handle, I couldn't move a single finger.

In the end, all I could do was clench my fists tightly, letting my untrimmed nails, long enough to pierce my palms.

because……

"All of this is useless!"

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At first glance, Jiang Cheng couldn't understand.

why?

Why was Yae Sakura yelling at him, saying things like it was all useless? This wasn't like the girl at all. No matter how cowardly or incompetent she was, she couldn't possibly stop him now. Even if she really wanted to stop him, and was willing to spare his life for her father's sake, this wasn't how she should act.

Is it being controlled by someone? For example, through erosion.

There clearly isn't.

There wasn't even a chance to shift the blame to a bystander.

The color in those eyes remained the same as always, a lake-like blue, never tainted with even a trace of the alluring cherry blossom pink. That color, which always seemed overly calm and melancholic in my memory, transformed from a stagnant pool into another extreme at this moment—the lake, occasionally dotted with raindrops, rippled violently as if a giant boulder had been smashed into its center.

I wanted to ask—why did the girl say that? Why did she do that?

However, the opportunity was lost the moment their lips parted.

Space is distorted.

The literal meaning of space is distorted.

Everything in sight seemed to have gone wrong, beginning a distortion that would never occur in the normal world. Subconsciously turning his head, he glanced at the god who had just been yelling like a groundhog, but was now standing there blankly, his eyes devoid of any brilliance.

In an instant—the world turned upside down.

Everything returns to its origin; only time continues.

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The blood flowing from those who were hacked to death, the bits of flesh falling to the ground, the broken bones, and even the strange, multicolored liquids, all seemed to rewind time, gathering and rising from the ground to form human figures in the air. Even their clothes seemed to reassemble themselves as if time had reversed.

Surprised, screaming, and even some fanatical individuals preparing to rush towards the platform, the running villagers fell silent—the whole world had descended into a near-mad frenzy in an incomprehensible way.

Time only began to flow again when all the dead returned, standing in place as if they had never been torn apart.

Everything was going on, everything was continuing to develop, except for the boy who remained frozen in place.

Cannot move...

He couldn't even move his eyes.

They could only stand there, only able to look at Yae no Kami and Yae Sakura from the same perspective they had just seen.

Watching the supreme deity once again issue commands, brandishing the strange and wondrous magical artifacts in his hand, raising them high into the air—

"It's time to start."

“Sakura, it’s time to offer the sacrifice.”

"May the gods bless our village with good weather and abundant harvests."

It was almost like a continuation of what had happened before, continuing the story that had been broken and interrupted. The shrine maiden lowered her head once again and drew her family's exquisitely crafted, dazzlingly patterned sword from her waist. The sword, radiating a crimson light, reflected an eerie color in the sunlight.

Reflected in it was the girl's face at this moment—after a brief moment of excitement, she was once again driven to despair and collapse. Her beautiful eyes could no longer be found to show the slightest ripple. Even the occasional raindrops that once fell, the shadows cast by the sadness in her heart, and the ripples that fell had all disappeared without a trace, leaving only a deathly silence.

If Yae Sakura weren't breathing right now, her chest rising and falling despite being mechanical and stiff, it wouldn't be surprising to mistake her for a dead person.

At this moment, the witch, who was even more inhuman than the puppets and scarecrows, raised her head and stepped forward, raising her sword towards the girl lying quietly in the middle.

--Do not!

You were not being controlled.

Jiang Cheng could clearly see that the deathly stillness in those eyes was an addition made later.

Yae Sakura was definitely not like everyone else—when she stepped past you, there was a faint, almost invisible fluctuation that could only be barely seen by the physical abilities of a stigma holder. This unique demeanor proved that the girl was free at this moment.

However, they were unable to move or shout.

Then, all we could do was watch this scene repeat itself.

No matter how unwilling or resentful they were, they could only witness the story, which they had already known more than once from reading manga and playing Sakura no Rinne, repeating itself again, watching the stiff and lifeless Yae Sakura wield her butcher's knife towards her most important and only younger sister.

Blood was flowing—on that pale skin, on that excessively thin, petite body.

"Click——"

Despite having the body of a martial artist, she couldn't even hold her weapon. Her slender, delicate yet powerful fingertips could only helplessly let go, causing the girl to fall to the ground. Her legs went weak, and she awkwardly knelt on the platform like a duck.

This is something that has already happened once before, a story that has become a legend five hundred years ago, and it is only being reproduced again at this moment through information within the Sacred Mark Space.

The cycle of reincarnation is predetermined and cannot be rewritten. There is no chance to regret what has already happened. No matter how much you struggle, you cannot change the final outcome.

yes……

This is something I've already done.

I've already killed it with my own hands... killed it...

He couldn't even utter those two words—he didn't dare to even think of those two bloody characters deep in his heart.

Amidst the laughter of countless villagers, the cheers of countless people, and even the applause of Yae no Shinto, who showed no pity whatsoever as a father, only the girl kneeling blankly in place wept silently.

The spotless blade of the fallen spirit sword, Cherry Blossom Blizzard, clearly reflected the girl's current state—tears streamed down her heavy makeup, smearing the colors and making her face look like a clown in a circus. What should have been a pitiful sight, like glistening pearls dripping from her chin, was instead distorted into something repulsive in her blue pupils.

Unable to bear it any longer, he could only let his tears soak the blade, distorting and magnifying the reflected scenery, making his current state even uglier, as if some wicked god was taking pleasure in this, deliberately displaying the ugliness and cowardice beneath his seemingly perfect heart—everything that the boy had once tried to save was actually like this…

Ahhh...

The cheers continued.

People clapped and rushed to celebrate.

We wish that this year's ritual will proceed as smoothly as ever, we praise the priestess's loyalty to the gods, and we also look forward to a year of favorable weather.

"The offerings this time are so good, the gods will surely be satisfied." — That's what people thought and said.

How disgusting.

Even bystanders felt disgusted.

As a victim killed by people's folly, every time I witness this scene, all I feel is pure disgust, a disgust that makes me want to destroy it all.