To create Honkai Impact 3rd in a world where Kallen exists.

Creating Honkai Impact 3rd in a world where Kallen exists. (Author: 随意why)

Summary:

"Kallen, live on." A blond man descended from the sky and saved her... Karen had this dream countless times.

Let the world completely forget Otto.

From then on, Luo Mo's Honkai Impact 3rd was born with the support of Destiny.

The opening promotional PV – Footprints, Unprecedented Dreams – Paradise of the Past

"Welcome, noble and pure soul." The pink-haired girl turned around and smiled, just like the first time they met.

Theresa was shot with several arrows. Who was it that was persecuting the dignified headmistress?

Despite her setback, Duck's aura remains undiminished; Rita, though defeated, is ready to rise to glory once more!

Golden Courtyard vs. St. Freya: Fu Hua tops the voting list.

Who is persecuting whom? And who is being called inhuman?

Luo Mo pointed to the bump on her head and cried out, "I'm the victim!"

A moonlit embrace, the Stargazing Prince... the game is full of regrets.

In the end, the audience realized that the world is truly wonderful, except for that game, Honkai Impact 3.

P.S.: The early chapters are weak; I suggest starting from Chapter 10.

PS: Honkai Impact 3rd universe, the protagonist is a game enthusiast, no Otto, but has a mother-in-law.

Preface: A letter to Otto

"Karen, live on—"

A blond man descended from the boundless sky, wielding a greatsword engulfed in flames. The sword's edge was aimed directly at the Honkai Beast attacking from the front. As the two collided, a dazzling burst of light erupted, and then both turned to ashes.

She seemed to be frightened by the Honkai Beast, staring blankly at the scene, her people in her arms, watching everything that suddenly happened.

In the minimalist room, the light was dim, and a crescent moon hung at the edge of the sky, its flame-like outline heralding the arrival of dawn...

"Sigh, I've lost count of how many times I've had this similar dream."

On the bed, Karen's long white hair cascaded down her back. She was wearing a white T-shirt with a Houmu logo on it. She looked somewhat groggy, as if she had just woken up.

He reached his hands out from under the covers, pushed aside the layers of clothes, and rubbed his eyes.

The moonlight had faded, but she didn't want to turn on the light; darkness fostered deeper thought. She fell into insomnia once more, similar dreams having occurred many times over the course of five hundred years.

"I might as well get up and write something," she thought to herself.

Who was it then? Could the person who fell be Otto? He sat up abruptly, picked up his pen, and sat down at the table.

At this moment, she inexplicably felt the urge to write a long letter to an old friend.

[To my dearest friend—Otto]

Many years have passed since we last met, yet it feels like we met just yesterday. I wonder how you are doing these days.

Looking back, on that day before the execution platform, a greatsword engulfed in flames descended from the sky, severing the Honkai Beasts and the faint remnants of my past. Could it be you? I'm not sure…

[But it can only be you. I'm sorry, time is truly terrifying... I can hardly remember you anymore. History, acquaintances, confidants—there are no records of you left.]

Karen pondered for a long time, her pen twitching slightly above the paper, her fingers moving but not writing.

I haven't seen Otto since then, 500 years... almost 500 years have passed...

Perhaps it would be better if he were to take charge of destiny, after all, he had shown such intelligence since childhood, while I could only watch as destiny crumbled after the second collapse. But I still don't understand why the whole world has forgotten him... If he were here, things wouldn't be so bad.

Now, he has no old friends by his side, Sakura is gone, and his granddaughter and Cecilia have gone to St. Freya Island, determined to fulfill their vision.

Perhaps the Crimson Phoenix Immortal could be considered an old acquaintance? But their relationship was merely one of cooperation, with him assisting her in protecting the Divine Land. Neither of them mentioned that Eastern Expedition back then, each simply doing what they were supposed to do.

[Otto, perhaps it would be better if you were the Archbishop of Destiny... Circumstances shape people, and I was also pushed to the position of bishop by the people, but I know that I have not done enough, and there are some things I cannot choose to give up... If you were in the era 500 years from now, I wonder if you could make this world a better place and fulfill our wishes.]

[Do you remember the Sage who caused our expedition to fail? Back then, destiny betrayed its original purpose, abandoned the people, its hands stained with sin, and it fooled the people who supported it… I cannot accept that the Sage directly caused the failure of that eastern expedition, and the Kaslana family declined at that time… But I cannot judge who was right or wrong. Perhaps the Sage shouldn't be considered an enemy. By the way, her name is Fu Hua, and now we are allies on the same side!]

As she wrote this, a smile appeared on Karen's face, but when she thought about what would happen next, her expression inevitably darkened.

After his execution, he emerged from his grief and survived, only to discover that people in various places were still living in dire straits, enduring hardship, hunger, and cold.

The Black Death did not defeat them, the Indulgences squeezed out their last drop of blood and sweat, and they were powerless to resist the tide of collapse, yet they continued to bleed the people dry. Is this the same destiny they once had? When protectors become bullies, should destiny... still exist?

A voice inside her seemed to say, "I should do something."

And so she rose up, the Holy Maiden of Destiny and the strongest Valkyrie, raising the banner of rebellion against Destiny to rally the people. Fortune smiled upon her, and the war against Destiny crumbled with overwhelming force, and within a year, the entire nation was brought under Destiny's banner.

Her survival after her execution further solidified people's belief in divine mandate! A confluence of fortunes made it seem as if she represented true destiny!

The campaign against the old Mandate of Heaven proceeded with unexpected ease; at crucial junctures, some even defected, making the outcome of the battle a foregone conclusion. When dealing with the last remaining members of the Mandate of Heaven, as they knelt, weeping and pleading for their lives, she remained silent. If only she had known this would happen, why had she acted in the first place? Only by killing them one by one could she prevail; none of them were innocent.

Only when you calmly ask Marcel and Lisa about the whereabouts of their brother, Otto, do you...

“Brother? What brother?” A hint of doubt appeared on Lisa’s face, which had been struggling to maintain its composure, before she quickly forced a smile. “Oh, you mean my brother, yes, it’s Otto, he’s very good, of course.”

She was lying, a voice inside her whispered. The circumstances at the time were inconvenient to discuss further.

And then, based on the large amount of information you have gathered, Otto may have really lost all traces of himself in the world. All those who should have known him, those who might have known him, and those who corresponded with him no longer remember him.

Apart from themselves and Karen, no one else remembered Otto, nor any trace of his existence in the world.

[Otto, do you know how scared I was back then? I was afraid you really didn't exist. Our experiences together, from childhood to the expedition, from treating the Black Death to being a chivalrous phantom thief, every single detail is etched in my mind, yet no one in the world can confirm it.]

I will never forget you, Otto, my former comrade. Just as a person dies three times, the last and grandest death is when no one in the world remembers him… Though I don’t understand why only I remember you, and I don’t know what else I can do for you, I will never forget you, I promise you. Kaslana will never forget her comrade!

Having reorganized the new destiny, he has no intention of becoming the bishop of the new destiny; he only wants to remain a warrior on the front lines.

But the world doesn't always work the way you expect; the human heart cannot be tested, measured, or anticipated.

After a period of feigned innocence, the newly appointed Bishop of Destiny quickly resumed her attacks on humanity, exploiting wealth even more ruthlessly than her predecessors. Bribery, assassinations, and other schemes unfolded, and her despair deepened... Forced to overthrow the regime once more, she seized power with the support of the people.

The people trusted her, the saint, more than the bishop of Destiny. From then on, the saint of Destiny and the bishop were one and the same.

The era of Apocalypse's dominion over destiny is over, and the rule of others has brought even more rampant exploitation. As a saintess, I... have an inescapable responsibility. Otto, I've lived for 500 years... Can you imagine what it's like to live for 500 years?

[Throughout this process, I've repeatedly realized how insignificant one's power is when one truly wants to change the world, and how naive our actions as Robin Hood-like figures were. It's laughable that our past efforts to rob the rich and help the poor have ultimately been less effective than a piece of paper we casually sign now.]

[It's been a long time since I've been deployed. The strongest Valkyrie hasn't been on the battlefield for a very, very long time. I gave my weapon to Theresa. Oh, by the way, speaking of Theresa, she's from the Apocalypse family, though she's the only one left in the main branch. But surprisingly, I feel an indescribable sense of familiarity with her.]

So, while my initial intention was to raise the last of my friend's bloodline, I ultimately decided to adopt this child as my granddaughter, and at the same time, to stop others from gossiping about her.

Every time I see her, it's like seeing my younger self. Still so kind, so innocent, so... whimsical... She founded St. Freya, probably influenced by the former strongest Valkyrie, Cecilia. Naive, innocent... harboring a dreamlike expectation for the world.

But...who hasn't gone through a phase like that?

Thinking of this, Kallen gave a bitter smile. Yes, everyone in the Kaslana family was a warrior, which sounded wonderful, but it brought about a decline in numbers. Many died without leaving offspring or being able to raise them, including Siegfried of this generation.

Perhaps I'm no longer the impulsive, hot-blooded Kaslana I used to be. I need to learn to prioritize the bigger picture, to make choices, and to exercise judgment.

Growing up is truly a painful thing.

But a smile appeared on Kallen's face, for more Valkyries had inherited her ideas, and she believed that the world would become a better place in their hands.

As for herself... it's nothing; making the world revolve around you always comes at a price.

However, the entropy, the Oceania branch, and the enormous shadow lurking in the dark... Karen had a headache.

[...I look forward to seeing your message again...]

Finally, to my friend Otto.

[Signature: Karen Kaslana]

Karen skillfully wrote the letter, sealed it with glue, and put it in the drawer, but did not write an address on it.

The letter will not reach the person she wants to send it to.

The letter-writing process was brief, but it stirred up some memories of the past. Before she knew it, the first rays of sunlight had appeared on the horizon, warm and bright, ushering in a new day for the world.

Time always moves forward.

'I need to start working now.' Karen slowly stretched, her pajamas outlining her beautiful curves.

“Your Excellency, there is a novel I believe you should read yourself; it contains the names of friends you have repeatedly mentioned to us,” the secretary outside the door replied.

In Schicksal's database, Otto's name was marked with a red line by Kallen, though it was only a hopeless expectation...

"Oh? Which friend's name?" Kallen asked unconsciously as she changed her clothes. Fu Hua? Welt? Einstein? ...

"Otto."

"Huh? Otto???" A surprised voice rang out, filled with disbelief.

Chapter 1: How Will I Survive After My Inexplicable Fall From Grace?

I woke up to find myself in an unfamiliar room. What should I do? I need help urgently.

Luo Mo tapped his phone expressionlessly and posted a message on a certain forum. Who would have thought that he would wake up to find that his bed had changed and the room layout had changed so much that he didn't recognize it at all?

Is the time travel department getting less and less dedicated? They're even skipping the dump truck fare, are they? They're just going straight to the next world at light speed.

'OP, I suggest you check if your hands are tied, and whether you know a pink-haired girl (make sure it's her face)?'

'Quickly check if there are any large orbs of light nearby, and if there's anyone nearby who can conjure guns out of thin air and claim to be a veteran.'

"What are you all thinking upstairs? That's so irresponsible! Look at mine! Think about whether you've offended a rich heiress. The Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King is coming to settle scores with you!"

.......

In short, while playing Honkai Impact 3, Luo Mo was transported to another world. Strangely, his phone also appeared in the game, but it was of no use. Some apps were simply replaced without his knowledge.

With his phone right in front of him, he didn't immediately look in the mirror. Instead, he calmly opened a certain forum and started posting. The comments proved more, and they confirmed that the situation seemed to be not much different from the original world.

Seeing these familiar, silly comments from netizens brought back a sense of familiarity in this cold world.

Luo Mo's face relaxed; at least there was no problem with language.

Next, Luo Mo observed his room. The curtains were light green, and judging from the light filtering through, it was dusk outside, making it rather dim and drowsy. The bed was placed against the window; it was a single bed, and next to the bed was a desk with a thin layer of dust on it.

The computer on the table didn't look much different from others; it was a bit more high-tech, but nothing out of the ordinary. Opposite the bed was a cabinet; through the glass, I could see some figurines and books, but I didn't recognize any of them.

But since he couldn't find a mirror, Luo Mo turned off his phone, wiped it, and looked at his reflection on the screen.