I found a belt in the Honkai Impact 3rd world.

Before the guards could catch up, Mo Mo grabbed Shakespeare and dashed into the alley.

The belated guards turned off Mo Mo's route, but lost sight of the figure that kept running.

"Hey you, go look over there. And you over there, come with me! We have to bring that habitual criminal to justice today! And that lunatic too!"

"receive......"

After a weak and feeble response, the scattered guards went their separate ways.

"..."

Mo Mo cautiously peeked out and breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the guards disperse. He then retreated back into the abandoned cart in the alley.

"Thanks to you, I managed to escape. Thank you." Mo Mo slumped to the ground and gave Shakespeare a weary smile.

His once beautiful face was now covered in mud, but Shakespeare didn't care and sat on the ground without any regard for his image.

“You are a strange man… I should be the one thanking you,” Shakespeare said, then suddenly seemed to realize something and began searching his person.

Where is my mask?

A mask? Mo Mo remembered.

It had already fallen into the dust in that square a while ago.

According to the original plot, Karen should have donned that mask and become a righteous ally to save Shakespeare from his predicament.

Why does the script feel off?

This is a bit worrying...

Before the butterfly's wings have even flapped, the plot has already started to veer into incomprehensible territory.

"It must have fallen in that square we were just in. I'm sorry I didn't pick it up..."

“I didn’t blame you, why are you apologizing?” Shakespeare sighed and rubbed his temples. “You’re the one who should be thanking me for saving me from those bastards.”

"It's nothing, just a small favor..." Mo Mo scratched his head sheepishly.

[I must say, well done, Mo Zai. You didn't make me look down on you.]

[Tch, you're just a spectator, shut up.]

"Hmph, that's because I couldn't unleash my full potential. Although you were still a bit impulsive and reckless, we can't nitpick your abilities."

【...】

“Those lackeys of destiny should be far off by now, let’s go outside.” Shakespeare stood up, brushing the dust off his robes. “Although I would very much like to express my gratitude properly, as you can see, I’m just a poor country bumpkin, unable to offer you any reward, otherwise…”

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. I'm not that kind of person, I..." Mo Mo was about to righteously display his noble character when he was interrupted by a discordant voice.

"Goo ...

Mo Mo awkwardly covered her stomach.

At least wait until the lines are finished before making it loud! You useless belly.

I haven't eaten anything since I woke up, and I've also done several rounds of strenuous exercise, so my energy is almost depleted.

“…” Shakespeare’s complicated gaze shifted from Mo Mo’s lower abdomen, and he gestured with his finger toward the mouth, “Let’s go, I can treat you to a meal.”

"Thank you so much!"

Look at how pathetic you are!

So you, who doesn't need to eat, shut up!

......

"Awoo awoo awoo awoo awoo!"

The sounds of vigorous chewing and swallowing mingled together.

Holding the bread in both hands, Mo Mo ate with a blissful expression. Her fierce posture involuntarily reminded people of a ferocious predator, sweeping away everything in its path like a whirlwind.

Shakespeare's gaze toward Mo Mo was completely filled with astonishment; he even forgot to put the bread in his hand into his mouth, his small mouth slightly open in a daze.

"You...you haven't eaten for days, have you?"

This is already enough for three people. Can we still eat?

"To be honest..."

[Wow, are you a pig demon in human form? You can eat so much!] The system was also three parts incredulity and seven parts heartbroken. [Lift your head and catch your breath, don't suffocate.]

"I can't help it, I'm just hungry." Mo Mo replied to the system, her thoughts elsewhere. "I don't know why I've become such a big eater since transmigrating; I guess it's a chain reaction caused by changes in my body."

Mo Mo stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth and licked his fingers with lingering satisfaction.

Although it was just dry white bread, it was an unparalleled delicacy for Momo under these circumstances.

He is not picky.

"Thank you for your hospitality," Momo said sincerely to Shakespeare.

Shakespeare was somewhat taken aback by such a serious reaction. "It's just bread, I'm glad you don't mind..."

Stop staring at this one in my hand; I'm not giving it to you!

Mo Mo regretfully withdrew his gaze, changed his expression, and said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Mo Mo. Mo is the Mo in Mo Mo, and Mo is the Mo in Mo Mo. It is Mo Mo, not Mo Mo or Mo Mo. Please don't get it wrong."

Are you reciting a tongue twister? You can make up so much from just a name.

You don't know anything, I can't be bothered with you.

"Ah, I am William Shakespeare, the greatest playwright of the future. Um, anyway, your name is... Mo Mo, right?" Shakespeare paused for a moment before finally finding the correct answer. "Judging from your appearance, you're from China?"

[This person can actually tell the difference?] The system exclaimed in amazement.

Ignoring the system's complaints, Mo Mo readily admitted, "You guessed right, I am indeed a wanderer from Shenzhou."

That's the absolute truth.

"People from China... you'd better be careful these days, lest you get caught without realizing it."

"What's going on? I'm a law-abiding citizen, I haven't done anything wrong."

"Don't you know? Ever since the Heavenly Mandate's expedition to China failed, the Heavenly Mandate has been targeting the people of China even more deeply." Shakespeare laughed disdainfully. "You've seen it too. Do you think these vipers and hungry rats need a very suitable reason to catch you? They're already like frightened birds, seeing enemies everywhere. It's ridiculous."

Shakespeare's words made perfect sense, and Mo Mo couldn't refute them at all.

I never expected that I would have to worry about being stabbed in the back by my fellow countrymen even after arriving here.

Why can't humans understand each other?

"We've eaten, so it's about time we parted." Shakespeare crumpled the leftover oil paper into a ball and tossed it aside. "May we meet again someday."

[Hey, hey, she's leaving! Mo Zai, aren't you going to call her back? You promised to get me her autograph!]

So much to do!

"Please wait a moment," Mo Mo called out to Shakespeare, who was turning to leave. "Um... you know..."

Mo Mo felt a little embarrassed as he mumbled incoherently.

"???"

"Can I have your autograph?"

"Signature...?" Shakespeare was also stunned.

"To be honest, I'm actually your fan..." Mo Mo said, forcing a smile, trying not to give himself away.

"Since you need an autograph, where's your paper and pen?"

Mo Mo fell silent.

[I actually miscalculated!]

[This is wonderful news! A cause for celebration!]

"It seems there's no way around it, what a pity..." Mo Mo sighed.

It wouldn't be true to say I don't want it; it's Shakespeare's autograph, and it's still precious even after 500 years.

“…” Shakespeare stood there, closed her eyes, and pinched her chin, as if she was thinking about something. Then she opened her eyes and said, “I have a solution.”

"Huh?"

Under Mo Mo's watchful eye, Shakespeare casually tore a piece of cloth from his clothes and extended his right index finger.

Bite it open.

"Shh-"

Her slender fingers moved nimbly across the fabric, as if painting with blood, and in the blink of an eye, the work was completed.

With a flourish, Shakespeare tossed his hand, and the cloth bearing his name fluttered like a butterfly into Mo Mo's hand.

The bright red stains were clearly visible on the still-clean fabric.

"Take good care of it, this is a one-of-a-kind treasure in the world, cherish it very much," Shakespeare turned and left decisively, waving his hand without leaving a trace, "Until we meet again someday, Memo."

The beautiful figure gradually disappeared from sight.

"We still haven't figured it out!"

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6. Have you ever seen the protagonist living a life of hardship and deprivation?

"We still haven't figured it out!"

Under the setting sun, Mo Mo's complaints could be clearly heard. Shakespeare, who had already walked away, waved and disappeared into the distance.

[Oh my god! A genuine Shakespeare signature! And it's written in blood, that's awesome!] The system chattered excitedly in Mo Mo's mind. [We're rich, Mo! This thing is worth way too much money! Let me see it more closely!]

I never imagined that a system would be so interested in external things.

"That's enough for you..." Mo Mo muttered, but still pressed the blood-stained fabric close to his waist...

That sounds so strange.

[Ha~ Hiss~ Ha~ Hiss]

[Hey, hey, hey, you're disgusting! You have no sense of smell at all, don't try to disgust me.] The exaggerated sniffing sound immediately sent a chill down Mo Mo's spine. He quickly pulled off the autograph and poured a bucket of cold water on it. ["So you're rich, huh? I wonder if they'd even accept you at the recycling center."]

Forget about buying and selling; this kind of thing is meant to be collected by yourself.