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

The ethereal voice gave the final command.

"..."

Grasping the Void Spear in her hand, Sirin unlocked the tightly bound chains.

Farewell, humanity.

......

“Cirin…”

Watching helplessly as Benares soared into the air, his body, now without support, could only be pulled straight down by gravity.

The height is beyond calculation; it has long surpassed the limits of the human body.

It failed...

Those four words were the last message in Mo Mo's mind.

In the raging downpour, Mo Mo lost consciousness; her body, already at its limit, could no longer withstand the strain.

【...】

The black dot falling from the sky gradually became clearer, and it was now only inches away from the ground.

But just before impact, the unconscious body suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if grasped by an invisible hand, transforming from a heavy boulder into a light feather, gradually drifting down onto the snow.

Not far away, a figure gradually approached and then picked him up.

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26. The comatose protagonist, first come, first served.

[As of now, Kamen Rider Momo!]

"I don't want to see innocent people get hurt, but I also don't want to give up... I believe we can understand each other!"

"Adoption, experiments, and the promises made for humanity—it's all a lie!"

"I don't want to be deceived anymore..."

"Humans are simply not trustworthy."

"Farewell, humanity."

[Destroy everything, connect everything!]

[...] The first thing Mo Mo heard upon waking was a strange line from the system: "Why is this suddenly a recap?"

And why does Sirin's dialogue make up the majority? Don't I, the main character, have any dignity? This makes it seem like the main character's role is unclear.

[Just bored... Oh, you're awake.]

Yes, I'm awake...

Although it seemed like I dreamt about something again, it still left no impression as always.

Mo Mo propped himself up, his whole body aching from lying down for so long.

Lowering her head slightly, the two soft protrusions that first caught her eye were particularly noticeable.

[They still haven't deactivated their transformation...] The silver hair hanging down to the side of the bed also confirmed this.

But what we should be more concerned about at this point is that we survived again.

Falling from such a height to the ground, it not only didn't shatter into pieces, but there weren't even any obvious wounds.

What happened?

But where is this place?

"You've finally awakened, my master." The figure that had been swaying by the bedside finally stood still, closed the book in its hands and set it aside, speaking softly, "How are you? Is there anything still bothering you?"

"It's Seven..." Mo Mo sat up, leaning against the bed and supporting his head. He was still not quite clear-headed after just waking up from unconsciousness.

This time, I wasn't surprised at all by Nefit Seven's appearance; I guess I've gotten used to it.

"Um, how long was I unconscious this time?"

A parched throat and a palpable hunger constantly reminded Mo Mo of the passage of time.

"So you've been using your feeling of fullness to keep track of time?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I didn't ask you!" Mo Mo now seemed powerless even when arguing with the system.

"Heh, seeing you like this, Master, I'm quite relieved." Nefit Seven smiled slightly. "As for how long you've been unconscious, it's been about 24 hours."

"One day?!" Mo Mo raised his voice slightly.

“To be precise, it’s 23 hours… Ah, it’s 50 minutes now.” Nefit Seven’s expression didn’t seem to be a joke.

"It must be really impressive that you can be accurate to the minute..."

“As a proper servant, I must stand by my side in case of any unforeseen danger while my master is unconscious.” Nefit Seven then pointed to the book placed to the side. “However, I naturally need something to pass the time, otherwise it would be too boring. I hope my master will not blame me.”

Books? Mo Mo glanced in that direction.

It seems like his name was something like "Emperor"? Because of the angle, Mo Mo couldn't see the full name.

Never mind, that's not the point.

"So, Seven...did you save me?"

"Although I'm very reluctant to admit it... I'm still a step too late." Nefit Seven gave Mo Mo a meaningful look, but didn't say it outright, "The one who saved you at that critical moment was not me."

"Not you?"

Mo Mo really couldn't think of any other possibilities.

It couldn't be Walter, could it? He's almost fallen over himself.

"You might not believe it, Master," Nefit Seven said slowly after building up Mo Mo's suspense. "It was that Herrscher lady who saved your life."

"Cirin?"

Mo Mo's mind was filled with the last fragment of his memory: the image of Xilin coldly throwing him from the air.

They wanted to kill me, but at the same time they saved me.

What kind of operation is this?

"Brother Seven, are you really not kidding me?" Mo Mo's eyes were filled with doubt.

"I think I'm not mistaken, that is indeed the power of the Herrscher of the Void, my master. Is this some kind of hard-to-understand fact?" Nefit seemed not to understand why Mo Mo was surprised. "That's you, isn't this just common sense?"

"I don't understand what you're saying..." Mo Mo's lips twitched.

Is there a causal relationship between these two?

If it really was Celine who saved her, then why did she have to try to kill him in the first place?

"Maybe they're schizophrenic? Maybe they find you interesting and enjoy watching you jump around? It's all possible, what's there to worry about?" The system was completely unconcerned about the matter.

"Schizophrenia?"

Split?

Mo Mo stroked his chin, lost in thought.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Stop arguing, I think I've thought of something, let me sort it out first."

Nefit Seven smiled silently, standing quietly to the side, his memory turning back to the scene from 24 hours earlier.

......

The sound of boots crunching on the snow echoed as Nefit Seven approached Momo, who lay unconscious in the snowdrift.

With his left hand under her armpit and his right hand under her knee, Nefit Seven easily lifted the not-so-heavy body. He looked up and saw several pure white arms gradually dissipating.

"You made the right choice, you unlovable little lady..." Nefit Seven smiled inexplicably and suddenly said, "How does it feel to have been beaten to it by me, my friend hiding in the shadows?"

A figure gradually emerged on the empty snow behind Nefit Seven.

He wore a white tailcoat, a deep blue rose tied at his chest, and a similarly white top hat adorned with two feathers. A clown mask dripping with tears obscured his face, revealing only short, golden hair.

The pure black Nefit Seven contrasted sharply with the pure white snow.

“Hello, Mr. Clown.” Nefit Seven turned around, his face still bearing an impeccable smile. “What can I do for you?”

“Give her…” The Joker put one hand behind his back and pointed his right hand at Momo in Nefit Seven’s arms, “Give her to me.”

The undeniable tone exuded a subtle pressure. Even through the mask, Nefit Seven could clearly sense the blatant hostility.

Although he didn't know what he had done to offend him.

“If…” Nefit Seven’s eyes narrowed, and his smile gradually lost its warmth, “What if I say no?”

Amidst the snow and ice, the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped several degrees.



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27. The Clown and the Butler

The two faced off in the cold wind, but neither of them broke the balance.

[Hey, you lackey, are you even capable? Do you need me to wake Mo Zai up for you?] The system's voice suddenly rang in Nefit Seven's mind. [This guy seems difficult to deal with.]

Mo Zai seemed to have mentioned before when he was explaining things to me that a mysterious clown would appear, but his identity...

Who was it again?

The system, which hadn't been paying attention, fell into deep thought.

[No need to worry, Mr. Belt. Please do not disturb your mistress; she needs plenty of rest now.]

Okay, good luck then. I'll give you my moral support. Go for it, you lackey!

Is this how you usually treat your master?

“I do not wish to be your enemy… If you could back down, it would surely save you a lot of trouble.” The clown suddenly abandoned his hostility and unexpectedly chose to negotiate. “As long as you hand her over to me, she will soon receive the best treatment.”

“My master has no need for such inferior technology.” Although he was fully aware of Mo Mo’s injuries, Nefit Seven remained calm and unhurried. “Give up your unrealistic fantasies.”

"So... there's nothing to talk about?" The Joker's tone grew even colder.