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

It was like a bubble under the pressure that penetrated to the bone marrow.

Even an elephant can be chained up for a lifetime by a single iron chain when it is 3 or 4 years old, let alone humans who have a softer and more delicate heart.

In the end, she followed along and left. In the darkness where even the moonlight was barely perceptible, the girl stepped into the remaining moonlight. The two shadows, one in front and one behind, appeared blurry under the silver moon, almost blending into the trees on both sides. The wood-chopping knife hung at her waist. With just a little effort, she could unleash it in the most classic way and complete the iaido slash.

That figure was no longer as tall as I remembered from my childhood; now, my father's shadow was so small that it barely covered my entire body.

Looking down and comparing the front and back, I realized that I was already taller than my father and much stronger.

Just as Jiang Cheng said, he was born different from others, and he could make a mark on the knife handle by pinching it with his fingers.

My father is right in front of me.

No matter what, I couldn't grip the knife handle.

It kept slipping.

With a superhuman physique capable of shattering trees with a single punch, and skills honed since childhood that prevent her from even gripping a sword, she possesses the ability to briefly spar with the inhuman Jiang Cheng, yet now she can't even manage the basics of holding a weapon—a tragedy that even Yae Sakura herself finds laughable.

Ahhh...

I'm so incompetent!

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For a long time, he suppressed everything about himself with a cold exterior—a cold exterior in the eyes of others—and the god, as a father, even had the leisure to chat with his daughter, something he hadn't done in a long time.

Although under this extreme one-sided oppression, he was the one asking questions, asking them at his own discretion, while the girl was forced to answer.

Even this is enough to make one's heart tremble; seemingly insignificant questions require racking one's brains to answer.

For example, what have you been doing lately?

Simply by opening one's mouth, one has to reject countless answers.

Worried that Jiang Cheng's existence would be discovered and that his current life, which he no longer wanted to live in and which he felt disgusted and in pain every moment, would be destroyed.

I clearly don't want to live like this anymore.

All I've ever felt is pain.

Yet, inexplicably, I still don't want it to end like this, I don't want this life to be broken, this cage that has imprisoned me since birth, because it is too long, and it is even mistaken for home, a cage that is confused with the concept of home.

Time passed by in a torturous way, and the outline of home came into view—a house that would never bring warmth or a sense of belonging, no matter how long one lived there. At this moment, its reflection under the pale moonlight was incredibly eerie, and the occasional gust of wind, along with the rustling of the leaves, sounded like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

"Alright, you should get some rest early today. There's still a lot to prepare for tomorrow, and you have a lot of work to do at the festival."

It's probably because it's so easy to use and obedient.

The gods also maintain their weapons to a certain extent.

But—it was completely useless.

The color in those beautiful, piercing eyes remained unchanged, still more like a thin pool of water blown by a gale than a lake, moving with the wind and creating ripples upon ripples. Even its own mass was being lost and disappeared with the wind's plunder.

His pathetic demeanor was beyond imagination, making it impossible to compare this cowardly fellow with the dashing and gentle warrior we had witnessed before, who wore half-body armor, a shawl, and whose every move of flipping his hair behind his ear exuded extraordinary elegance and a powerful aura.

The only response Yae Sakura could offer was continued worry, signifying—

"I see."

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Why on earth is this happening?

Why can't I even muster the thought of resistance?

Even though I already knew beforehand that nightmares weren't insurmountable.

it's wired……

But no matter how incomprehensible it was, I had no choice but to follow along.

It seemed that something was etched into her body, into her heart, into the soul of the individual named Yae Sakura—that was the predetermined fact that she would absolutely participate in the ritual.

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Can Yae Sakura really solve everything with just a few words?

Would that allow her to stand up to her father?

Under the cover of night, the boy lay gently in his room, which had been somewhat repaired by the two of them and could barely be called a home. His head was resting on the soft pillow that the girl had specially brought, and he was covered with a comfortable blanket. He sat on the tatami mat and watched the moonlight streaming in from the window.

At this moment, unable to sleep, what lingers in my mind are questions about this period of time.

impossible.

The answer is simple.

It is absolutely impossible.

Yae Sakura could not possibly regain her courage because of his words.

He—Jiang Cheng—was not a protagonist; he didn't possess the imposing presence to command others' obeisance, nor did he have the superpower to resolve everything with a few words.

He was able to convince Mei because he was truly capable, and he was able to put on airs in front of Gray Serpent because Mei was there, and he also had enough combat power, a Stigmata, and a Divine Key.

What does Yae Sakura have right now?

What does this girl know?

The person standing before her was neither Mei, who had suffered abnormal treatment, nor Gray Snake, who knew many secrets. The person she had to persuade was merely an elephant who had been chained since childhood in a small mountain village, and a country shrine maiden who probably had never even been to a town.

Even if orcas are kept in captivity from a young age, they will not know how to get along with their own kind, how vast the ocean is, or how wondrous and extraordinary the place where they should rule is. At most, their animalistic nature of pursuing freedom will not be able to tolerate the confinement of the aquarium, and they will eventually take the path of self-destruction.

Jiangcheng never believed that people could understand each other.

That's too far-fetched.

Because achieving understanding is impossible in the very first few steps.

First and foremost, people must communicate with each other, not use threats of force, deception through conspiracy, or anything else to bypass equal communication.

Secondly, this equal exchange must be based on the fact that both parties have had similar experiences, such as the one at the Lin Jiuqi Bar, and that having similar experiences allows them to empathize with each other.

Otherwise, those standing on the mountaintop would never consider the view seen by those below. The phrase "not meat paste" is never meant as a sarcastic remark, but rather as a fact that actually happened in history.

Even if all the above points are met, there will still be disputes over positions and interests. Something that both sides need but there is only one of will eventually cause a fight.

In this situation, understanding becomes misunderstanding, and acceptance becomes non-acceptance.

Jiang Cheng said so much simply because he wanted to, and simply because he was willing to.

I have no intention of winning through words.

It's been over since I decided to rewrite the past.

Now all she has to do is close her eyes and wait for the ritual that might take place tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or the day after that—she will kill them all without hesitation, whether Yae Sakura likes it or not.

This young man, who is never good at communicating and is only good at telling the truth, and who can't do any kind of conspiracy, debate, or double standards, just needs to rest quietly.

The body's natural biological clock is set to 3 a.m., and the Jizo spirit, planted in the ground and constantly maintaining its protective stance, prevents any unexpected situations from occurring.

The superhuman physique of the Saint Mark holder was displayed without any restraint by Hao Ling 7* Meng Ming Er Er Si 8, which also announced that he—Jiang Cheng—had completely entered the battle mode.

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what……

Can't they even give us one more day?

When I discussed it with Yae Sakura before, there was still at least a month before the festival. It really is a dynamically balanced hard mode dungeon.

There was hardly any time to close his eyes, because as soon as he did, Jiang Cheng keenly sensed something changing—in this instance built entirely of information, something vague and perceptible was accelerating more violently, like turning the speed of an electric fan from the lowest setting to the highest.

In the end, he had indeed been too lax lately, and had almost taken this place for reality—living here for several months, so he unconsciously resorted to his old crooked ways.

Originally, I planned to solve everything physically immediately, but after seeing Yae Sakura VII Er Yi San 04 Jiu Qi San Shi Ling Meng, I realized that the girl could still be saved, so I unconsciously wanted to save her more comprehensively.

did not expect.

Totally unexpected.

Essentially, it's just a copy—a stigmata, a memory of the past… an unchangeable, established fact. This world doesn't need any corrections, bit by bit.

There's no time for idle thoughts now.

There was no room left for me to lie down.

Anyway, as a stigma holder, it doesn't matter if you don't sleep for several days. Even if you don't develop it properly, as the culmination of the previous civilization, the stigma is enough to make a person act like a superman.

Jiang Cheng instantly got up and stood up, abandoning all the usual morning preparations and instead pulling out the crimson longsword stuck in the ground.

——Jizo Mitama.

Power once again filled my fingertips.

Holding the aggregate of authority contained within the Soul Steel, a highly concentrated Honkai energy crystal, one might even have the illusion that they are also a Herrscher, possessing authority as well.

This idea cannot even be described as entirely unrealistic, because from the moment one can use and wield the Key of God, the boundary between man and god becomes blurred.

Jiang Cheng simply stared at the crimson reflection in the sunlight—the weather that had changed from moonlight to sunlight in just a few minutes of closing his eyes. Even the sun's radiance seemed to be simultaneously tinged with a crimson that, along with the blade, appeared cursed and soaked in blood. When he looked up again, his eyes, which had been turned cherry-colored by the holy mark, were also stained with blood.

gone.

Next, another murder is about to occur.

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Crossing the stream and the dirt road, we finally stepped onto the outskirts of the village, which seemed overly deserted. It was the outskirts of the village that had accompanied Sakura's footsteps before. Perhaps it was because today was the festival. Just yesterday, there was no preparation at all, and life was still lively. But today, the village was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and even the entrance was adorned with messy wooden carvings.

Gazing at the fox sculpture, Jiang Cheng rubbed his hand on the hilt of the Jizo Mitama sword, but ultimately couldn't resist pressing his fingertips against the tsuba.

"Crack——!"

The wooden sculpture shattered into pieces.

They couldn't even preserve a complete corpse.

It won't be as magnificent as in animated movies, where it's cleaved in two and slid diagonally to the ground. Under the power of the Key of Corrosion, even the toughest rock will only crumble into dust the moment it's touched.

Despite using the Key of Erosion to cut through erosion itself—the giant pink fox sculpture is strange.

no way.

He had already tried to hold back, but he couldn't.

There was no need to worry, though, because other blood would soon erase the marks left on the blade—no matter how quiet it was, the sound of something being torn apart had already drawn attention to someone vandalizing the statue of the god at the village entrance, and the villagers had rushed over, pointing at him—

"—Click-clack!"

Only the glint of blades.

There is no sound.

Even time seemed to stand still for a moment—only the deep crimson, like a full moon, tore through the sky above the world.

In an instant, it was as if I had witnessed a magical miracle, tearing apart the real world with special effects straight out of a comic book.

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Chapter 77 Is this your decision?

The villagers who rushed over had barely raised their hands, barely run over, hadn't even uttered a word, hadn't even uttered the first character, when they were reduced to a pile of minced meat on the ground along with the outstretched fingertips. The only thing left in their pupils was that crimson crescent moon.

Only after everything had come to a close did that belated voice finally arrive—

"What are you doing here? Why are you damaging the statue of the god?!"

The dull thud of flesh and blood hitting the ground and the whistling of blades cutting through the air drew another group of people—reflected in those ordinary gray pupils, blood had overflowed to the point that even the soil was stained red, and the neatly cut pieces of flesh on the ground still vaguely revealed what organs they were, and a boy standing at the village entrance, carrying a scarlet longsword whose proportions were indistinguishable as to how much was blood and how much was its natural color, stepping forward step by step over corpses and flesh.

Those who witnessed this went on to find others, like ants calling to their friends. Their brand-new clothes suggested they were preparing to attend a festival, and some of them were carrying large and small bags.

Just like the previous group, they pointed at Jiangcheng, completely unaware of the current situation. The difference was that this time, the expressions on their faces were more akin to anger and arrogance than the previous questioning—several of them had already picked up weapons and knives, angrily threatening to use Jiangcheng as a sacrifice.

"It just so happens that the offerings are only enough for that little girl Rin. I was originally thinking of using the neighbor's offerings to make up the difference."

"Look at this delicate skin and tender flesh, it must be a top-quality sacrificial offering."

"Yeah yeah……"