Honkai Impact 3rd, but I have too many mods.

"Huh? You're here!"

"Today, let's experience the life of a little sheep."

"……Eh?"

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"It seems you're not very good at close combat, Miss Raven."

"..."

Rita's scythe barely grazed the raven's eyebrow.

...What do you mean by not being good at close combat?

She found it extremely difficult to get close to a long weapon like a sickle.

Moreover, Rita is not some pushover who can be easily manipulated.

what?

You say that narrow alleys restrict the use of sickles—why not just cut the walls down along with them?

Rita's scythe didn't aim to attack; instead, it maintained a safe distance and wore her down.

"twenty minutes."

Rita wore a smile that annoyed the raven.

"In twenty minutes, the reinforcements from Destiny will arrive. At that time... I will give Miss Raven some special treatment in the prison."

That annoying smile instantly turned into something nauseating.

Raven immediately jumped back, escaping Rita's attack range.

Raven had to admit that if the main force of Destiny came, she might really have a disaster.

"...Anyway, the extraterrestrial visitor has disappeared without a trace. You're lucky this time. I hope this luck will stay with you for the rest of your life."

"I really admire your indomitable spirit, Miss Raven—for example, your mouth was still hard even after cremation?"

The raven retreated, and Rita didn't pursue it, instead smilingly entering the trash-talking phase.

For Rita, all she had to do was scare the ravens away and get the strange teapot.

"Humph!"

Raven clearly had no interest in chatting with others while at a disadvantage. With a cold face, she waved her raven-feather-like cloak and, like a real raven, leaped high into the air, disappearing from Rita's sight in a few bounds.

"Phew... World Serpent, what a big problem."

Rita looked into the distance and sighed.

The original World City was always the stage for destiny and anti-entropy, but at some point, an organization called World Serpent emerged.

Destiny, anti-entropy, the World Serpent... and now, the extraterrestrial visitors whose whereabouts are unknown.

A storm is brewing.

Rita sighed as she used her sickle to pick up a piece of brick from the corner of the alley... or rather, the ruins of the alley.

"...?"

Rita's wine-red pupils narrowed slightly as she looked at the empty ground beneath the bricks and tiles.

"Where's my teapot!?"

Chapter Four: Now that things have come to this, let's draw a card first.

“There’s such a big teapot over there, I’m not blind.”

The raven, back at the World Serpent stronghold, fiddled with the tan-colored teapot in its hand.

This teapot has a very delicate feel to it; judging from the craftsmanship, it seems to be a product from the Liyue Merchant Guild.

But if we're talking about something unique... Raven didn't really find anything special about it.

She took the thing simply because it didn't fit in with the alleyway.

When I held it in my hand, it looked no different from the teapot that cost 100 yuan at the Liyue Merchant Guild.

The raven even opened the lid to take a look, and found it to be completely empty.

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Natasha Ciola requests entry into your Dust Song Jar.

"?"

Liu Bai, who was feeding fireflies grass, was taken aback when he saw this notification.

What the heck? How did my perfectly good Yichen Gehu end up in a relationship with Natasha?

Refuse!

With the situation unclear, how could we let a "stranger" in?

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Raven held the pot up, its eyes practically shoving into it, and finally confirmed—this thing was just an ordinary teapot.

It's over.

Surely no one would be so stupid as to leave this brand-new teapot in some kind of alleyway?

Doesn't this make both her and Rita look like clowns?

Tread...tread...

"Ah, good afternoon, Gray Snake."

Despite feeling utterly disgusted, Raven still tried to maintain a nonchalant and calm demeanor as she looked at the newcomer.

Gray Serpent, the intelligence chief of the World Serpents.

"How was the mission, Raven?" Gray Serpent's hoarse, unpleasant voice rang out.

"As you can see, it failed." Raven spread his hands, making no attempt to hide anything. "But destiny also failed; the person disappeared without a trace. The only thing we gained was this teapot."

Upon hearing this, Grey Serpent pondered for a moment before looking at the teapot in Raven's hand. His mechanical eyes rotated and contracted: "After all, the other party is an extraterrestrial visitor, so it's understandable that they made a mistake. I will continue to follow up on this information... As for this teapot, it looks like it's an artifact from the Liyue Merchant Guild."

"A craft item? Valuable?"

A slight ripple finally appeared in the raven's tone.

"...The craftsmanship is excellent, it should be worth several thousand without a problem." The gray snake had no intention of getting entangled with the raven on this matter. "Take this pot with you, the snake lord has something to ask you."

"...I really don't want to see the Snake Lord."

Upon hearing the words "Snake Lord," Raven's lips twitched noticeably.

Although Raven works for the World Serpent, he finds it hard to say whether he and the Serpent Lord will get along.

After saying goodbye to the gray snake, the raven walked along the corridor with mixed feelings.

That Serpent Lord... even from the Raven's perspective, is far too dangerous.

咚咚

With a heavy heart, the raven knocked on the door of the snake master's room.

Snake Lord.

As its name suggests, it is the ruler of the world serpent.

The woman who created the gray snake and indirectly created the world snake.

"The door is unlocked, come in."

His name is Mebius.

A tall woman in a black dress with cascading green hair fiddled with a test tube containing an unknown liquid while staring at the raven as it entered the room with her snake-like eyes.

Ah... pressure...

With his face hidden by the hood, and his eyes meeting those snake-like pupils, Raven always felt a guilty sense of being caught slacking off by his boss.

"What was the outcome of the mission?"

A mysterious smile appeared on Mebius's exquisite face as he sat in the main seat.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Serpent, the mission has failed."

Raven knelt on one knee and repeated what he had said to Gray Snake.

After listening to Raven's story, Möbius put away his smile and nodded slightly: "It's alright, you've done a very good job."

—Although this serpent lord always puts pressure on the raven, objectively speaking, as long as no fundamental mistakes are made, this lord is always very tolerant of his own people.

"As for that teapot, you can keep it and deal with it yourself."

Mebius showed little interest in an ordinary teapot.

"Yes."

The raven bowed its head respectfully.

It's decided! I'm selling this thing!

Then I'll take Xiaokong and the others out for a big meal!

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"I... I really can't eat anymore, Mr. Liu Bai."

After eating more than a pound of roasted weeds, Firefly finally couldn't help but raise her hands in surrender.

He looked like he was about to cry.

Looking at Liu Ying's expression, Liu Bai silently put down the plate of freshly roasted weeds in his hand.

Yeah, what kind of person would constantly feed grass to pretty girls like me?

Liu Bai checked Liu Ying's status again.

Fireflies

Current health condition: Mild entropy loss, minor internal bleeding.

[No immediate danger to life]

Having recovered to this level, it seems I really don't need to continue taking it.

"Then you should lie down and rest for a while. I'll go and find some water."

Liu Bai pressed Liu Ying onto the bed.

What they lack most right now is water.

Get water from outside?

Raven just popped up a request to join!

This means that the Dust Song Pot was found by the raven.

Sure enough, someone was following them.

The most fatal flaw of the extraterrestrial visitors at the start is that "it is impossible to judge the attitude of any force towards you".

As aliens, anyone could see themselves and the fireflies as enemies.

Of course, he wasn't entirely without advantages; his innate, maxed-out charm gave him the leverage to sit down and negotiate.

Moreover, with the current water shortage, food will also become scarce in the future.

Water can transform the map of Chenge Pot into Emerald Peak, allowing us to fetch some spring water, but what about food?

Neither Qingqiong Island nor Cuidai Peak has a single fish in the water.

You can't really expect roasted weeds and weed soup to feed two people, can you?

After a brief silence, Liu Bai realized that this was an opportunity.

An opportunity to join an organization and start afresh.

Bet!