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

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Until the moment when even Erosion turned away out of boredom—(details omitted) The girl knelt there and raised her head, her long pink hair revealing a flowing stream in her eyes.

"coming……"

"he."

"Please let Reimu send me the first one! Let me see the best result."

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What is the proper way to conquer Yae Village?

It's very simple, just wait for Karen, and follow Karen.

Just like the Scarlet Sakura arc in the manga, or following the open-world Sakura Reincarnation strategy, in a sense this should be the easiest stigma to deal with, because it doesn't even require much awareness, willpower, or special characteristics—it just requires a certain amount of goodwill, following the rules, or knowing some things from the past.

The issue is……

May I?

Is it really possible to do this?

Standing outside the window, watching the bullying unfold before him, the boy frowned, his right hand, now replaced by steel, clenching tightly without him even realizing it.

The timing of this arrival is different from the beginning of the Scarlet Cherry Blossom Arc and the Cherry Blossom Cycle. The first thing that appears before her is not Sakura, who has already become a qualified priestess and swordsman. There is also no white figure in her sight. The white-haired girl who should be lying by the river waiting for treatment and thus joining the plot is not there. Kallen's arrival is probably still a very long time away.

Because what appears before us now is a story that only existed in our memories—a girl named Rin, after drinking a medicinal soup, fell into a coma and lay on the bed. Her own father, the one who chose her as a sacrifice, severed her Achilles tendons, rendering her unable to escape. (II) Lingba Mingjiu Sanliujiu

This brief yet cruel event marked the beginning of the tragedy of Yae Village, ultimately leading to the imperfect and cruel end of this damned village.

It was a little different from what I expected, but not by much, because Jiang Cheng could sense that as long as he ignored this part of the plot, it would automatically jump to the next part of the story.

This is probably some instinctive feeling that comes with arriving at this instance, so that you don't wander around like a headless fly, getting lost in the space of the Holy Mark.

Therefore, he doesn't actually have to do anything, doesn't have to do any searching, he just needs to wait until this cutscene ends.

Because no matter what you do, nothing will change.

After they intervened, the dungeons they encountered afterward were exactly the same.

It's hard to describe exactly where I got the information, but something in my heart, what I call intuition, keeps conveying this feeling, like dreaming about the scene I'll be going to later.

It seemed as if someone was saying to him—even if you, as a prophet, already know these things, please witness these events from the past with your own eyes firsthand.

This really looks like a transition animation.

It's just game cutscenes.

Watching the girl, unable to even cry out, have her Achilles tendons severed by her own father while she was unconscious.

Faced with this superfluous move that wouldn't change the future outcome no matter what he did, Jiang Cheng's choice was—

"--kill!"

The Jizo-sama appeared instantly in his hand.

Without a second thought, the disgusting, unworthy father, Yae no Kami, had just raised his blade, lifted his daughter's blanket to reveal her smooth, jade-like legs, and before he could even bring the blade down, he suddenly felt his right hand lose all sensation and feel inexplicably cold, like sleeping without a blanket at night, letting the wind blow on it.

The reason cannot be found.

The reason is unclear.

Until a click sounded.

The moment he turned his head, his eyes, so like those of his children, witnessed the gushing blood, and he belatedly realized that the coldness and loss he felt in that instant meant his right hand had disappeared.

Perhaps because the loss happened so quickly, the pain didn't even come immediately. It wasn't until the moment I realized it that the pain, along with the blood spurting from my eyes, struck me.

Aaaaaaa——!!!

There is absolutely no face to speak of.

He roared like a wild beast.

He was essentially nothing more than a vicious and stupid piece of trash, a piece of garbage without any sense of responsibility. He could even use his own children as sacrificial offerings. How could he possibly have the willpower to endure having his right hand cut off without going insane?

—Click.

Hearing something hit the table, he instinctively turned his head as he continued to scream in agony—the only bit of willpower he had honed during his time as the God Lord.

The window was open, and he noticed that he was standing by the window, bathed in the red glow of the setting sun.

No sound can be made.

Perhaps it was because it hurt too much.

The only thing he could do was make those pupils, already red and wide with fear and pain, even uglier and more insane.

From that mouth that opened wide with a sudden roar, as if its vocal cords were being choked, there was even saliva connecting the impeccably clean teeth that seemed to transcend time.

"It really is disgusting."

The person who slowly walked over said this.

Through crimson pupils, they witnessed the person raise an arm covered in black, steel-like material, and a magnificent crimson longsword appeared out of thin air.

Do not……

I've had it in my hands for a long time.

It's just that its color, almost identical to that of the sunset, was initially overlooked.

And now that the knife has been raised, it can no longer be ignored.

Subconsciously retreat.

Trembling as I backed away.

He was no different from a piece of trash, pampered and spoiled. As a religious leader, his legs trembled as he made a mistake. It was just a normal act of stepping back, but he fell to the ground in extreme fear, like an incompetent protagonist in a horror movie.

"no, do not want……"

He finally uttered his first words.

That was a plea for mercy.

In a disheveled state, 9. Leng Qi, with his scars long and desperate, begged for mercy.

Along with this hoarse, utterly terrifying voice, came a stream of yellow liquid that spilled out from where the person had fallen.

—Urine.

He saw the person in front of him suddenly frown.

Are you feeling nauseous?

Watching the boy, who seemed to have given up on killing himself because of disgust and walked to the side, the man with the surname Yae felt for the first time in his life that he was so incompetent, a piece of trash who couldn't even protect his own daughter.

The moment that followed his barely surviving was filled with anger towards the man who had suddenly appeared before him, and hatred for his youngest daughter.

The latter is even larger.

Because the guy in front of me most likely acted because he witnessed my actions.

Damn money-loser!

If it weren't for you, your father...

Still seething with rage, the anger in the heart of this incompetent good-for-nothing, which had transformed all his fear into fury for his daughter, suddenly stopped for a moment—time seemed to stand still, and the sensation of his fat, flabby legs vanished, as if he had suddenly lost all feeling for them, as if he were paralyzed.

What's wrong……

occur……

What happened?

……

In the first instant, the incompetent brain couldn't even comprehend it. It just looked down blankly and saw its toes suddenly crushed into flesh and blood like powder. The bones, the hardest parts of the human body, along with muscles, meridians, and blood, turned into an indescribable viscous liquid—all of which were pressed down by a huge stone slab.

The good news is that it's not paralyzed.

The bad news is, it was chopped into tiny pieces.

Perhaps it was out of self-defense that he was trying to escape this sudden blow, or perhaps the impact was too much, so much so that the man couldn't even feel the pain immediately.

It's pointless to talk about the coldness of the house, the temple, and the air.

It's utterly ridiculous.

This was ultimately just a temporary escape, because the damage wasn't limited to the feet; the pain had spread along the damaged limbs, gradually shattering the filthy body bit by bit.

——Crack!

He couldn't utter a scream; he could only open and close his mouth, as if even the air was blocked, preventing him from expelling waste gas from his body.

As his body was further crushed, the intense pain completely blocked his breathing, making it almost impossible for him to even make a sound.

——Crack! !

His entire lower body was completely submerged under the pressure of the stone slab, with continuous sounds of bones shattering and rotting flesh flowing out.

All the ribs in his chest cavity were broken, and the broken bones pierced his internal organs. Finally, the shop manager's open mouth was filled with flowing blood.

—Snap! !

His upper body began to be crushed, from his abdomen to his chest. The result of the mixed colors was enough to make someone vomit on the spot, although the reason why people who saw this scene would vomit would not be because of the colors.

The pain of having your body cut with a rusty chainsaw?

The agony of being torn to pieces and subjected to slow slicing?

The pain of countless needles piercing the body?

Waist-cutting, skinning, blood eagle, dismemberment by five horses... all the painful punishments in history pale in comparison at this moment. Faced with such horrific destruction, any other punishment can only be described as a minor inconvenience.

Until this moment, everything that had been still seemed to arrive belatedly, and the frozen time finally seemed to recover and begin to struggle.

"W-what's wrong?!"

"Why...why my feet!"

"Ughh ...

It was impossible to hear any coherent words from that disgusting mouth anymore; all that remained were a bunch of notes that sounded like the grunting of a wild boar. There was no room to escape, because their feet had been crushed into a pulp.

His hands struggled, but he was completely unable to resist. He could only watch helplessly as his body was gradually crushed, crushed bit by bit.

Even if you look up, all you can see is something grayish-brown like a wall hurtling towards you, and a guy whose appearance is unknown, who seems to be standing behind the wall with his hair, forehead, and vague eyes peeking out.

did not leave.

I didn't run away because I felt nauseous.

He—Jiang Cheng—was simply going out temporarily to find a more suitable tool.

This was not a battle, not a punishment, but simply torture and debauchery, crushing him into a disgusting pulp like an ant being crushed.

Help?

I can't bring myself to say it anymore.

He's just a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong, kicking someone when they're down. He's so scared that he hides in the corner of the table and squeals like a pig if someone shows even a little bit of strength.

Something like this has never had the ability to maintain its will in the face of pain; it would probably scream in pain if its little finger hit a wall.

Faced with such excruciating pain that his entire body was being crushed, the fact that his spirit wasn't immediately consumed was already a deliberate act of prolonging the torment by Jiang Cheng.

"vomit--"

He started vomiting.

Unable to control himself, he began to vomit, spewing out pieces of mangled flesh, fragments of organs, and bone fragments all at once.

Like the meat filling of dumplings and wontons, clumps of it were spat out of the shopkeeper's mouth, staining even his yellow teeth with blood. The impact was so strong that the blood seemed to be about to fall off, and the fragments scattered around like toothpaste being squeezed out, slowly spreading.

Until his entire abdomen was crushed by the table, which continued to increase its force in an even more cruel way.

Whether it's the large intestine, small intestine, stomach, liver, kidneys, gallbladder... everything turns into dust.

Until the entire chest cavity was completely shattered, the heart, which had been beating rapidly with excitement due to the wicked thoughts, was reduced to an ultra-thin one-millimeter sheet.

Then comes the neck.

Then it's the head's turn.