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

In an extremely brutal way, those moist eyes, like a lightning bolt in a clear sky after rain, were transformed into eyes purely imprinted with lightning.

Perhaps due to excessive anxiety, the act of blocking was to some extent equivalent to pressing down, and her round, full, creamy white side instantly spread over her lotus-like arm, outlining two arcs that were clearly visible even from the side.

The already form-fitting purplish-black school uniform became even more form-fitting, highlighting her exceptionally slender and delicate waist along her perfectly contoured lower body.

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Chapter 4 Mei: Why do you trust me so much?

"Now you should be able to believe that I know a lot, right?"

Faced with the threat of death, all other needs had to take a backseat. Jiang Cheng simply spread his hands, also expressing his harmlessness, so that his reflection in those purple eyes wouldn't be too terrifying.

Although this seems like a drop in the ocean.

Even useless magical artifacts and spirit objects are left lying around.

Even without a mirror, Jiang Cheng could probably see his own faint reflection in those clear purple eyes—the expression on that face, no matter how relaxed, was frighteningly stiff, as if he were constantly enduring unimaginable pain, his face contorted in agony, his neck always taut.

Not to mention that at this moment, his sleeves were rolled up, revealing hands covered in rot and purple patterns, hands that would make anyone want to vomit just by looking at them.

This made it impossible for Raiden Mei to feel at ease. She only took a step back, driven by gratitude for the help she had received from the other party.

This gaze is probably enough to break the heart of any veteran player who has ever played Honkai Impact.

Jiangcheng doesn't care.

His body was in so much pain that he couldn't care less.

As long as the gaze directed at you no longer carries suspicion or mockery as if you were a fool, then trust, disgust, or even simple fear are all acceptable.

"Relax. I know you hate me right now, and I don't care what you think of me. If I could, I would hope I would never meet you and your friends in my life, but right now I need your help, and you need mine too—if you don't want to unknowingly become someone else's toy and be manipulated to destroy the city that gave you birth."

"Let me give you a few pieces of valuable information that are equivalent to the offense I just committed, in order to gain your trust and prove my abilities."

“Your father, Raiden Ryoma, was imprisoned by Cocolia, who was also an Executor.”

"Cocolia...you mean the new president?" Raiden Mei almost couldn't help but say it aloud as well.

This is a name that will inevitably be remembered even if one has been bullied and hurt for many years.

In other words, no one could possibly be unaware of the new president of their father's family business; even a fool would be curious about it.

"The bomb on your body, strictly speaking, should be called a gem. In essence, it is a cheat that can give you superpowers, but it also has side effects, just like the special power of the protagonist in those hot-blooded manga. You can also think of me as a kind-hearted mentor for beginners."

This is something like saying you have a bomb on you without any reason or basis.

Jiang Cheng understands that no one will believe it, and now he can only prove himself through various means.

"it is good……"

“I know all of this is hard for you to accept, because it’s hard for me to accept either. There’s nothing I can do about it; life is just that strange.”

"To be honest, there's so much about you that it would take me several hours to sort it all out, but I don't have that much time. If you have any further questions, please ask as soon as possible..."

Jiang Cheng was tirelessly trying to add weight to his words, but he didn't need to be sophisticated, nor did he have any. It was already shameful of him not to beg for mercy on the spot when he was about to die.

The third sentence, the fourth sentence... until suddenly realizing that it seemed that he had already received a response from Raiden Mei.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look at the person he should have avoided to prevent being frightened.

It wasn't like in my previous memories, when I was so frightened by my own terrifying posture and the fact that I had exposed the other person's privacy that I took a step back.

It seems that the terror, the fear and retreat of that moment were nothing more than a vague and illusory fantasy.

What he witnessed was a girl who was so close that he could easily catch her breath, and who was almost pressed against him without him noticing. That purple color that almost filled his vision was like a moment of clarity when looking up at the sky at night, with thunder rumbling in the clear sky.

—It's the eyes.

Purple eyes are looking at me.

Raiden Mei is looking at me.

The color that had just reflected his blurry figure like a mirror, a color that existed only in his imagination, was now staring at him without any concealment—not a coincidental collision, but a tacit understanding as they turned their heads at the same time. This calm expression, as still as water, could only be conceived in complete stillness.

Even the expression on one's face can waver in the instant one turns their head.

The shaking leaves cannot be calmed instantly.

It could only be her—Raiden Mei seems to have been watching her for some time now.

Her gaze was so soft and quiet that one could not even perceive her presence until one actively sought her out.

"What do you need me to do."

"I……"

"Can I help you?"

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The delicate voice was deep and resonant, like a misty drizzle, almost a conceptualization of the emotions of fragility and inferiority. It gave Jiang Cheng a strange feeling that no matter what strange request he made, he would not be harshly rejected in the end.

Without roots or origin, yet reason, emotion... all sorts of things remind us of the reality of this idea.

"Let's make a deal."

"I can tell you everything you want to know."

"In return, I hope you can help me with some experiments, some experiments that might allow me to survive and see more of this little world."

Making unreasonable demands—this is not something he would do; it's just the initial request.

Perhaps it's because the infected area is the dominant hand.

The hand that was already rotting was reached out instinctively.

Ahhh...

How could you do that?

Jiang Cheng composed himself, his eyes contorted with pain, and instinctively wanted to apologize for his disrespect. He prepared to withdraw his right hand—at that moment, an incredibly soft touch came from his right hand, which was so rotten that even the nerve endings were almost atrophied. As he subconsciously raised his head, a bright purple light, as clear as thunder in a clear sky, entered his vision.

—It's Raiden Mei.

The once noble young lady grasped his right hand.

Unlike the skin that was eroded to the point of being nothing but a pile of rotten flesh, which was disgusting to look at, the delicate, white fingertips that could only be described as silk and gauze, perhaps never having experienced anything more bitter or heavy than a sword in their lives, were touching their ugly, crippled hands, gently holding them as if to feel them.

"That……"

The mouth that had just opened was stuffed back in.

Instead, the pain continues to serve as a stark reminder.

There is absolutely no time for wild thoughts now.

"First, come with me to the shrine—the prototype village of the ancient city of Changkong, which was built 500 years ago. The shrine ruins are buried on the mountain next to it."

"Don't worry about the campus. Trust me, they'll soon be living in a completely different world from you."

Raiden Mei watched as the boy's eyes flickered. Those ordinary, perfectly normal black eyes were distorted to a frightening degree by pain, yet there was not a trace of worry in them. Instead, there was the purple worry reflected in them, which belonged to her. Flowing within them was an astonishingly absolute confidence—a confidence that she herself had never had before.

The rise and fall of the corners of his mouth, the upturn of his eyes, and even the unrestrained fluttering of his eyelashes—a stark contrast to the pain—reflected only confidence in his deep purple pupils.

"You are the protagonist who wields violence, you can be either black or white, and you can do most things according to your own will. Even if you do bad things, others must cater to you and try to win you over. You are an important person."

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Chapter 5 Mei, the Bullied

There is no system, no cheat codes, no Honkai energy resistance, and no time to choose, so it cannot arrive at the right time.

Upon landing, Mei was severely infected with Honkai energy, and her fate was to suffer painful decay within weeks or days.

The only way to save themselves, according to the wisdom of ordinary people, is to take the risk of fishing.

They devised a plan to obtain the only thing they could get their hands on within a day, something that would allow ordinary people to survive.

—Stigmata.

In fact, when Jiang Cheng realized that he had been infected and was terminally ill, he had already forcibly squeezed his brain in a very short time, using his memories as a veteran player to search for the magic pills in the Honkai Impact 3rd world, special supplies and equipment that could save him from his predicament.

I've considered various methods, including fusion surgery, abandoning the forest 8V (IV), peeling off V)I:I, black-painted skirts, artificial stigmata, machine modification, generic surgery extensions, Herrscher transformation, and even the potions from the Moon Shadow arc of the manga.

But in the end, the only thing Jiang Cheng could choose, or rather the only thing he could choose, was the Stigmata, Yae Sakura's Stigmata.

Jiang Cheng knew this was foolish. He was completely blind to his own abilities, trying to obtain a pseudo-Herrscher plus an unfinished Divine Key with the body and wisdom of an ordinary person. It was simply overestimating himself. Even if he died here, he would become a laughing stock in other people's mouths, a synonym for arrogance, ignorance and foolishness.

In fact, if there were even the slightest other possibility, he would never have chosen this as his target.

The problem is that this is the only option available, and this is the only thing that's incredibly difficult to try.

The Stigmata are something rooted in genes. For an outsider like him with a little Honkai energy resistance, the only way to obtain them is through demanding. This ordinary person's bloodline contains no power at all. At most, because his body is in a sub-healthy state, he has been exposed to some gutter oil and smelly kimchi.

The success rate of the fusion warrior surgery is extremely low, even for locals, let alone outsiders or time travelers.

Even if there were a so-called safe version of the Fusion Warrior surgery, it wouldn't be something an ordinary person like him could try.

The surgery was in the hands of Grey Serpent, who, while not as shameless as Otto, was equally merciless.

Even if he wasn't without leverage, possessing the ability to know the future and having a wealth of information, the first thing the Gray Serpent would do would definitely not be to treat him well, but to mentally manipulate his memories in the exact same way, and then he could die after copying them—because he possessed too much important knowledge that a Venerable-level being couldn't share.

Jiang Cheng's composure so far, at least on the surface, is based on the fact that no one has yet been able to access his memories.

If consciousness can be hacked and memories can be viewed, then those people will only find an ordinary person.

He is not a prophet, has no superpowers, and is just an ordinary mortal.

Once others discover his true nature, all the value belonging to him—Jiangcheng—will be nothing more than a pile of replicable memories.

As for Dr. Magee, he's still a crazy experimenter, with one test subject after another, easily sending the young Valkyrie to the operating table. He only felt the pain years later when his own granddaughter was gone.

Other surgeries to prolong life can be sought with the help of anti-entropy, but there is currently no way to contact the conservatives of anti-entropy. Contacting the radicals would have the same result as with Otto the Grey Snake.

Not entirely. Perhaps we can gamble that Cocolia isn't that crazy and doesn't have any memories of the surgery.

Although nothing will change in the end, as long as others see through the truth, I will still die.

As for becoming a Herrscher, it's because his resistance is too low. It's estimated that he would die before the surrounding Honkai energy concentration was even less than one-thousandth of the concentration required for the birth of a Herrscher. He could only gamble on it when he was about to die, and that was the only way to use it.

After calculating everything and eliminating the impossible options, Yae Sakura's stigmata surprisingly became the most likely one.

At least if they can get out, there will be a chance to communicate. Corruption can have Aponia's psychological weaknesses, and Yae Sakura also has problems with Kallen.

"call……"

After thinking it all through, Jiang Cheng walked down the street, raising his already decaying right hand with a touch of sadness.

Would any time traveler end up in such a miserable state?

Probably not.

As a transmigrator, he didn't even know the way to the sealing location of Yae Sakura, who could grant stigmata to ordinary people. He could only provide some relevant information and then rely on Mei, a local, to lead the way.

I don't ask for much anymore, I just want things to go smoothly along the way, at least until I die.

If you're really going to die, at least be quiet.

But even this wish cannot be fulfilled.

Having only taken a couple of steps, calmly walking alongside the girl, several figures suddenly appeared at the edge of this quiet area where no one should be allowed to enter, walking arrogantly and searching, seemingly looking for a girl who was trying to escape and bury herself in the shadows.

Perhaps they had walked long enough that many wrinkles could be clearly seen on the skirt, but as soon as they saw Mei from afar, their eyes lit up and they rushed over immediately.

"Raiden Mei? So you were here..."

"Perfect."

"We're getting bored."

Those guys, who were clearly being instructed by someone, were venting their evil without restraint. Just because they encountered this on the road, they threw their half-finished drinks at it, the orange-yellow liquid flying into the air in a curved motion.

It was definitely not an accidental action.

Because the direction it points to is too precise.

Even a fool could clearly realize that if the bottle of beverage that was being scattered in the air continued to fly, it would definitely hit the girl.

Meanwhile, Raiden Mei, the victim who was hurt and bullied and had water splashed on her while walking down the street, just stood there dumbfounded, watching the drink fly towards her and the sugar water spill out in the air, forming a messy parabola.

They dared not resist.

Unable to resist.