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

He could sense someone watching him from behind.

It seems closer now.

What I had only vaguely sensed before, and which was indistinguishable from the cool breeze outside, was now actually quite warm.

Theoretically, it is the temperature that is expressed from the mouth and from the body, because body temperature is a function inherent in the human body itself—the ability to store temperature.

“Very…no.” Jiang Cheng changed his mind again. “It’s not that dangerous for you. There aren’t many people who can compare to you right now. You could even be said to be invincible, although only for this period of time.”

In a place unseen by the boy, the girl named Raiden Mei pondered for a moment, her crimson eyes suddenly flashing again.

Is it possible to be powerful for a short period of time?

It's like a boss whose value will drop quickly.

The girl's gently folded eyelashes concealed her thoughts; the slightest expression was enough to hide all her ideas in the shadows—a tactic she had deliberately developed out of fear of being seen as a target for harm and attack, which at this moment was enough to conceal some of her thoughts.

enough.

This period of time is sufficient.

The girl took a step forward, and the moment her foot touched the ground for the first time, it was enveloped by an inexplicable confidence, as if she had gained enough confidence. With a graceful turn, she stood in front of Jiang Cheng, leaving everything about herself unreservedly imprinted in his seemingly calm eyes.

Before the cherry blossoms could make any move, and while their ears were perked up, barely registering any sound, soft fingertips suddenly pierced their field of vision.

The boy clearly saw a purple hue appear before him, and through his enhanced dynamic vision amplified by the holy mark, he saw that graceful smile.

"Want to pick out clothes together?"

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Even though her fingers were shrouded in the shadows of the city, their slender joints were still clearly visible. The girl's gentle eyes and the light shining in her bright purple pupils made her look like a beautiful dancer on a stage inviting her partner.

The shadows seemed to have vanished.

Do not……

Jiang Cheng rejected the idea—the shadow had truly dissipated.

At that moment, the dark cloud of fairness that had been hanging over the entire city did indeed dissipate a little.

Like stage lights, all brightness is focused on the protagonist, as if the darkness of the world is obscured by this momentary light, giving the sun above the clouds a chance to shine.

The plans he was about to share, the words introducing the new path, were all stuck in his throat—all he could see in his eyes was the girl who had suddenly arrived, approaching step by step, almost within reach. The sunlight outside the window, accompanied by magnificent music, flowed past him, and her long, shimmering purple hair was tinged with a glassy light.

It seemed as if the gods in the sky had calculated it all, and even the halo of light became just right at this moment, as if the aftereffects of yesterday's drizzle had not completely dissipated, and the refracted light was just sprinkled on the girl.

There was no room to look away—no chance to lower one's head, touch one's head, or pretend that one hadn't seen what was happening.

After already refusing once, are you really not going to let the Queen of Thunder take your place?

Bronya?

Are you there?

The boy was already hoping to be saved.

If it were Bronya, she would probably mindlessly ruin the atmosphere.

Even though I know the chances are slim and I'm not that stupid, the lingering sense of wishful thinking still stirs up a tiny, unspoken desire.

Raising his head as high as possible, he glimpsed, out of the corner of his eye, the girl standing in the distance making a phone call. The heavily armed bunny, almost completely destroyed, also floated out of the air, connected to what appeared to be a communication device, and was asking questions with an unabashedly swagger.

He perfectly fulfilled his earlier promise: to have Bronya call her mother Cocolia and ask if the previous threat was true.

“Mother, the plan to capture the Herrscher has ended. Jiang Cheng, who is close to the Herrscher, said that I must stay by their side, or they will kill everyone in the orphanage, including Xing and the others…”

"A sneak attack won't work. The magnetic field surrounding the Herrscher of Thunder is so vast that even the act of getting close is enough to destroy all of Heavy Bunny's weapons..."

“Bronya knows, but Bronya hopes that Mother can be more rational. We can’t… we can’t lose Rosalia and Lilia because of Seele!”

Bronya was indeed having a conversation.

Even on that expressionless face, one could see the changes in emotions.

Although faint, unclear, and even with a level of vision like that of a Saint Mark, it would be difficult to discern the specific changes—in internet parlance, it would be like—a few pixels raised or lowered—but the changes are real, and the emotions, though significantly reduced, have also changed.

Cocolia's expression at this moment must have been quite interesting. If it were any other time, the boy in the skirt $吧IX吴巴磷冷 (五) would definitely feel pleased with the expression that might appear on the face of his enemy, who is also the main source of his oppression and pressure.

Clapping, clapping, laughing like an idiot, or even throwing a banquet for it wouldn't be an exaggeration... just like how he almost couldn't hold back his laughter in front of Raiden Mei after realizing he had obtained Yae Sakura's stigmata.

Unfortunately, even he can't protect himself now.

"Coming?"

Those purple eyes were still fixed on it.

The girl's pupils were still watching.

She—Raiden Mei—was still watching him, without the slightest change or shift in direction, as if she would never give up until she got a result.

"You haven't changed your clothes in a long time either. Your old coats are all worn out, and now you only have ripped trousers and a short-sleeved shirt left."

"These clothes, let alone fighting, would probably break even if Wu Ling 9 and Liu Jiu just ran around in them."

"Even a prophet wouldn't dress like a beggar; at the very least, he should cover his body."

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Chapter 47 Mei: I really want to kill Bronya

Looking at what was on him—which could no longer be called clothes or garments, but rather a pile of tattered rags—even Jiang Cheng could no longer refuse.

Leaving aside the relatively good quality and looser pants, the short-sleeved shirt had several holes punched in it. The flesh inside had healed from the holes, but the shirt wouldn't heal with it, leaving that part of the skin exposed. It was almost connected to the holes on the left and right sides. The entire short-sleeved shirt was almost entirely held together by a few threads at the edges. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to Photoshop a Spider-Man figure onto it.

"Then let's take Bronya with us."

"We can't let her get away."

Jiang Cheng still chose to bring his own tool—the best light bulb to attract attention.

He grabbed Bronya, who was still on the phone with Cocolia, and dragged her daughter into the clothing section, completely ignoring the radical leader's roar on the other end of the communicator.

As for Bronya's weak resistance, it was completely ignored. Anyway, this guy didn't dare to stop or resist too forcefully, at most he would struggle a few words in a low voice.

And yet, I still have to worry about being overheard.

They were worried about the gazes that might come at any time.

"Bronya can walk... she really can walk on her own, her legs aren't completely broken yet."

"Oh."

Instead, Raiden Mei, who had originally extended the invitation, was left isolated outside, helplessly standing aside, staring blankly as the boy she had invited pulled someone else along—reflected in his purple pupils were the two holding hands, the obedient girl who was being held without resistance.

His gaze, belonging to the level of a Herrscher, could see even the contact between fingertips and wrists clearly, and even the fair skin that would unconsciously remind one of a snowfield was slightly reddened by the boy's hand.

"Eh……"

"Is that so?"

Is this how things develop in light novels?

There must be something more important to do...

Almost to comfort herself—in fact, without even realizing it, her fingertips were already intertwined, and the hem of her purple sailor uniform was already crumpled beyond recognition—the girl followed.

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The rest of the story is rather boring: finding clothes, changing clothes... This part, which should be the focus in other stories, connects the search for clothes with someone important in your life, and uses showing different clothes to warm up the relationship, or even some rosy interactions in the changing room.

In short, it should be quite wonderful no matter what, completely devoid of any sense of peace or tranquility. Even without the praise and boasting of the sales staff, there are so many styles of clothes here that you could show them to important people many, many times over.

"Bronya just needs to be suitable."

—The silver-haired girl insisted on simplicity.

Even if it's not necessary, maintaining your best physical condition and being able to exercise in the most efficient way anytime, anywhere is always essential.

Perhaps it can be understood as an attempt to add a sense of security.

Especially after speaking with Cocolia.

I realized—I realized more clearly just how terrifying the girl next to me, whom I had witnessed turning into a monster, truly was.

The girl, who had only been temporarily captured due to violence, had completely given up on the idea of ​​escaping.

Even if she managed to escape, the retaliation she would face would be something she couldn't bear.

That was a Lawyer's revenge.

The revenge of the Herrscher who could fight from the Far East all the way to Siberia.

It wasn't out of obedience, nor out of gratitude, but simply because they were trembling under this violence.

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Raiden Mei was simply engrossed in observing the different styles of clothing, her deep purple eyes never once lingering on the seemingly completely different person. Her slender fingers slid through the air as she tilted her head, merely selecting her own outfit for the young man.

There is no such thing as imposing one's own aesthetic on another person, or forcing a cold, soldier-like girl to wear a princess dress that one thinks is cute.

Unworthy, unqualified—these are such simple reasons.

There is absolutely no room for mercy, nor any limit to tolerance.

Like the gears of an ice wheel coming together, no killing occurred—the absence of any bloodshed was all for Jiang Cheng's sake.

The girl in the story is completely different from the one who was so desperate that she committed suicide in the original story. She is the one who actively triggered the collapse and caused the massacre in Changkong City on a subjective level. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call her a tyrant.

Especially when Raiden Mei finally mustered up the courage to pick up a white dress, turn around, and show off the sleeves by placing them on her shoulders.

What I witnessed was her, stuck in the middle like a third wheel, occupying the position next to Jiang Cheng.

"Jiang Cheng, what do you think of this dress..."

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Along with the sound came the emotions—witnessing the boy and the silver-clad girl beside him almost touching, their shoulders pressed together, their arms touching, their delicate skin slightly red from rubbing against each other, clearly reflected in those eyes that could only be described as overcast.

It should have belonged to me.

They sat together, like lovers, shopping for clothes.

It was taken over by enemies, by adversaries, by villains who had previously tried to harm it, and shamelessly stolen from by someone who had done nothing wrong.

kill her.

kill her.

Such desires are increasingly being fostered.

But the boy and Bronya seemed oblivious to this and continued shopping for clothes.

"This fabric should be quite durable, right?" He rubbed the fabric of the white short-sleeved shirt with his fingers. "The texture is rather rough. Do you know what style this is?"

“According to Bronya’s understanding, this is an amateur-grade outdoor survival fabric. It’s quite suitable if you don’t consider comfort. It doesn’t need any cleaning within half a month. The best match is an oil-waxed jacket,” Bronya answered from a professional perspective.

"Um……"

"In that case, let's choose something more durable."

The boy pinched his chin with his fingertips, nodded slightly, and while his eyes seemed to be focused on the clothes in front of him, he was also silently calculating the time in his mind.

By now, Mei should have finished choosing her clothes by now, according to the average girl's time to do so.

Surely it's not like everyone's been choosing clothes here for so long, he's already taken several sets, and Mei hasn't even finished one.

If we go back now, we probably won't need Bronya as a third wheel, and we probably won't be dragged into a clothing shopping session like something out of a light novel.

Absolutely avoid any deep contact with the starter Pokémon!

All he wanted was a happy life.