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

Raiden Mei shouldn't be like that.

Before transforming into the Queen of Thunder, and before making the resolute choice to beat Kiana on the rooftop, such cruel things should not have happened to the gentle Mei.

Not even a little bit, not even the slightest bit, not even the slightest impact caused by the transmission of ideas is unacceptable.

This is a huge disruption to the storyline, and could even be said to fundamentally negate the experiences of the three starter families.

Therefore, Jiang Cheng couldn't even use verbal sparring to interrogate those guys and achieve the greatest satisfaction.

Revenge is too boring if it's just simple torture. Unless the torture is extremely severe, in most cases it's more appropriate to kill the person and destroy their spirit. Relying on only one method is too extreme, too bloody, and too disgusting.

Although this is actually better, it can also impact Raiden Mei's mindset. After all, it was just out of gratitude that she made that impulsive confession.

Now is the perfect time to show off my cruelty and ruthlessness, which might make the girl realize her emotional immaturity more quickly and bring her relationship back to normal.

This is something that even a young lady like Raiden Mei would never have seen or accept.

right?

Definitely.

Jiang Cheng tilted his head, his lips curling into an unusually cold smile. His blood-stained face, shrouded in shadow, resembled that of a demon from an indiscriminate massacre.

Do not……

That's not how you should say it.

He is a demon who indiscriminately slaughters people, who has killed hundreds of people in an entire building with a single knife, countless students and teachers, and he actually used one hand to kill them, not just watching from the sidelines and issuing orders from a distance of thousands of miles.

The feeling of killing someone directly with a knife is completely opposite to accidentally killing someone from the aftereffects of one's ability.

It's like watching a horror movie and actually traveling into a horror world to fight ghosts.

"But this is mine..."

The girl's expression seemed somewhat suppressed. Her eyes, which usually sparkled with a misty, watery quality, appeared slightly dimmed, as if obscured by dark, rainy clouds. The curve of her lips also faded imperceptibly.

"Letting these guys live will only drive up rice prices and continue to trample on others. Besides, I killed them, not you. Let's see if everyone's here yet?"

Jiang Cheng doesn't dislike Raiden Mei—the only thing he doesn't dislike is that Raiden Mei lost favor because of his cruelty.

His gloomy expression and deep eyes... whatever the girl was thinking at that moment was irrelevant to him.

He merely gestured with the knife in the air, getting a feel for the best one-handed technique through the continuous slashing, before walking out of the classroom alone. With a swift downward slash, he pinned the girl, whose body was already severed, to the spot as she crawled forward like an earthworm.

The lingering resentment towards Raiden Mei for being safe, the blame for why the girl resisted, why she wasn't killed, and the regret of having bullied her even more—the elation on his face, which had been on the verge of escaping and reaching the classroom door, instantly turned into an extreme distortion.

The light at the doorway seemed within reach, yet it was precisely that short distance that no matter how much she twisted her body, she could never reach it.

Because the body was pinned to the spot and unable to move, even breathing would irritate the dissected internal organs.

Everything that had been before turned pale and faded, and in that instant, the girl was left with only pure fear—the fear of death.

"Sorry……"

"sorry!"

"Save me, Mei! Save me! You're so kind and gentle, you wouldn't just let me die like this, would you? I regret it, I really regret it. Give me another chance, I promise I will never bully you with them. They forced me to do it, I didn't want to do it either."

Desperate cries for help, desperate screams of desperation—in the face of death, all dignity and principles can be easily abandoned.

The mouth that had been clenching suddenly opened, and several teeth that had been bitten off fell out along with it.

——She is crying.

She cried and wailed desperately.

The student, pinned to the ground, spoke while feeling the effects of his breathing on his body. His body rubbed against the blade, bringing even more pain. In the endless torment, he cried out and begged for mercy frantically. Even though he was the bullied person he once looked down upon, he abandoned all dignity and begged for mercy.

—It's meaningless.

Begging for mercy is pointless.

Jiang Cheng's gaze remained unwavering throughout, and upon hearing the pleas for mercy, he frowned, becoming even more repressed.

He roughly twisted the knife inside the student's body, and as the guard pointed towards the head, he swung the blade upwards.

The physical swords drew crimson semicircles in the air, as if from a movie or anime, with residual sword light rising from the girl's chin.

The crying stopped instantly.

A new 2.5 has emerged.

To prevent Mei from actually speaking up for the other person, she acted faster than usual.

Staring at the girl who was split in two, Jiang Cheng stepped over the corpse, not even bothering to look at it again, and continued to walk forward with his head held high and chest out, the sole of his shoe crushing the flesh, once again stirring up red ripples.

In the terrified gaze of eyes already pressed against the ground, the last remaining sentence didn't appear until even the figure disappeared from the classroom doorway.

"You don't feel like you did anything wrong, you just know you're going to die."

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Jiang Cheng walked out of the classroom, temporarily crouching between the door frame and the window. After looking around to make sure he wouldn't be discovered, he couldn't help but bend down and forcefully cover his mouth with one hand.

Well……

Ugh...so disgusting...

The feeling of killing a human being with your own hands is just as unpleasant as it appears in novels.

To witness firsthand the killing of a living, breathing individual with its own thoughts, watching the colorful entrails slide out of its body...

what……

It's so painful...

If given the chance, Jiang Cheng would never want to encounter such a mess in his life.

It wasn't just a mental blow; even my stomach was churning. Recalling the flesh and blood I had trampled under my feet, the lingering smells in the air, the various bodily fluids and bile, and the undigested food in my stomach... even now, I have an urge to gouge my throat out.

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Chapter 26 I might have gone mad.

How could anyone possibly find killing enjoyable?

Most people would faint from fright at the sight of a chicken being killed, and feel pity even at the slaughter of a monkey.

Not to mention killing one's own kind, killing a person, killing a living person who once screamed and begged for mercy in front of her, telling her about her past, telling her that she also had her own family, and who could empathize with her fear and sorrow.

—It has to be this way.

If he didn't even have the awareness to kill, as an ordinary person, he would never have been able to survive in those three forces, each more despicable than the last.

Apart from the Conservative Party, which now has almost no presence, none of the other three dominant forces have ever cared about casualties. The more they care about, the more weaknesses they have. The more weaknesses they have, the more easily they can be exploited. Once exploited, they will only become pawns or suffer an even more miserable fate.

Therefore, Jiang Cheng had to force himself to endure all of this.

Endure murder, endure slaughter, endure bloodshed.

Endure the process of going from ordinary to insane. Let's explore together +8$ craftsmanship.

With the back of his hand—the only one he had left to grip the knife—his right hand had long since disappeared, and now he could only use the back of his hand to cover his mouth after grasping the weapon, he suppressed and swallowed the nausea that was boiling and churning in his stomach.

Only when the waves of emotion that had been crashing over him were about to subside and dissipate, and even his instinctive aversion was forcibly suppressed, could Jiang Cheng barely straighten up.

Perhaps we should also thank the Honkai energy erosion; that feeling is extremely painful. Otherwise, if we hadn't endured that long period of pain that day, we might not be able to withstand such torment now.

Suffering and torment can indeed force people to become stronger.

Of course, it's not some kind of test or trial.

—Because those who couldn't become stronger all died.

The boy sighed with a hint of irony.

The hand covering her mouth was moved away, along with a few thin strands of saliva hanging from it, indicating that she wanted to vomit but couldn't.

I recovered considerably in a very short time. Having been subjected to such a brutal massacre and such an experiment, I am now…

Ah……

He might have gone mad.

With its sole left hand, it gripped the longsword and swung it to the right, as if from a fantasy novel or story, a crimson sword light appearing from the blade.

The crimson crescent moon, in an instant, tore the right-side load-bearing pillar apart. The solidly constructed building was so fragile under a casual blow that it was no more than a block of tofu. Along with the diagonal line that severed the pillar, blood gushed out like an explosion.

Someone was hiding in the back, thinking they could evade the pursuit of a fake Stigmata holder.

Her life wasn't much tougher than tofu; perhaps it could be considered like roadside chives.

This time, Jiang Cheng did not turn his gaze away, forcing himself to look at the place he had cut open. From the collapsed load-bearing pillars and the crumbling ceiling and walls he had severed, he could see through the rubble a human body that had been directly split in two. The lower half of the body seemed unaware that it was dead and was still standing in the same spot, only revealing a top view of the internal organs that were a mixture of red and green.

His upper body was already lying on the ground, his organs slicing out from the tear in his body, adding a new decoration to the layer of blood on the ground.

It was really disgusting...

I still feel nauseous.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but cover his mouth again. This time, the feeling of nausea only lasted for less than ten seconds before it disappeared completely. (VII) Er Ling Si Zhou Qi Si Qun Liao.

Using a forced allergy can indeed help one adapt and accept being a crazy and despicable person in a crazy and terrible world more quickly.

"Let's go."

"Thunder and Lightning Meiyi."

"Whether you like it or not, from this moment on, your past has been severed, so just move forward."

The boy waved towards the classroom, "Now we're going to the outskirts to help you level up. We need to be quick. By the way, I can't drive."

…帬留笼尔（二）氵飼; 芭扒（四）…

past……

Was it severed?

The bloodstains on the ground were nauseating, and the terrified faces were vaguely recognizable as those of classmates who had bullied him.

Seeing one face after another, entering one classroom after another, committing one killing after another, the girl could no longer remember which of the people who had bullied her were still alive.

There will be no more resentment, no more hatred, because all hatred has been severed by physical means.

Even when they recall past incidents of being ridiculed, they only associate them with their current miserable state.

But ah...

Who will pay the price?

And who can pay someone to sever ties with the past?

In the shadows, Raiden Mei's somber expression remained unchanged—her emotional shifts never seemed to stem from the bloodshed before her. In the end, however, she could only grit her teeth, sigh at her powerlessness, and leave the classroom.

The perception power belonging to the Herrscher's authority... the perception power of electromagnetic fields can see everything clearly.

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After coming out of a small opening at the back gate of the school, Jiang Cheng ran into a person getting into a car on the roadside. Without hesitation, he punched the person unconscious, snatched the car keys, and climbed into the passenger seat.

With just one punch, the somewhat obese body collapsed to the ground. The man was fast asleep, not even snoring, his head lolling to one side on the curb.

Whether they were killed or not is irrelevant, since they would all die eventually anyway.

He's currently focused on achieving immortality, so he has no time to concern himself with the affairs of others who can't even manage to try.

Raiden Mei followed closely behind and sat in the driver's seat. As the eldest daughter of the Raiden family, she naturally possessed driving skills due to her highly educated background. However, with an excellent driver accompanying her, this ability, along with countless other abilities, was buried in the dust.

The screen lit up, and a cold blue light flashed on the dashboard. I didn't know which model it was, but it must be a very powerful engine, which started its self-check. I couldn't feel any vibration in the car, and the deep roar of the engine was also isolated from the outside.

The girl shifted gears and accelerated with a crisp, clean motion. The unknown luxury car roared to life, slicing through the silence at the rear door like a blade, and sped away from Qianyu's vicinity. The gatekeeper, still unaware of everything and his complete dereliction of duty, stood ramrod straight in his booth, chest puffed out, showing respect for the ultra-luxury car and the wealth it symbolized.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"While we're on the road and don't have to do anything, I can still answer some of your questions."

"The time was too tight and too rushed before, especially since I woke up the next day. We have definitely been discovered by now."

Out of the corner of her eye, the girl could see the boy sitting there, who was always taut, like a rope about to break. He had a red knife between his legs, with three fingers lightly pressing on it, like a samurai who was about to fight to the death and had taken the lead in calming himself down.