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

Jiang Cheng never considered himself a gentleman, or even a good person, nor did he consider himself—at least for now—to be an ordinary person.

He's already a reckless villain, so since he's already acting so recklessly, why can't he just enjoy himself to the fullest?

Coming here is essentially like casually starting a side quest; there are other ways to become stronger as well.

If they truly desired the power of the Stigmata, if they were truly so thirsty for it, they wouldn't have killed the God Lord in the first place.

Ultimately, killing Otto by personal means at this stage is pointless. Nobody knows how many bodies this coward has buried around the world, or how many resurrection points are available. His eagerness might even force him to continue making deals with the Honkai Will, wanting a complete and permanent solution. In reality, the bulk of the effort lies in the Key of Corruption.

so--

Kill it.

Even if it means falling into depravity, we must kill.

Even if it turns them into completely different people, they still have to kill them.

Since we've already come into this world—if we can't learn to be ruthless, then we'll only be treated as playthings by others.

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...r印兒《零山児另棋司爸

I have lost track of how much time has passed.

ten minutes?

Three 22 Dad Cha Lin (Nine) Three ten minutes?

Still one hour?

The girl didn't know how long she had been watching, nor how long the killing had taken place in the boy's reflection in those pupils.

The beginning and the start seemed to become hazy and indistinct, until even the wailing could no longer be heard, and then she suddenly broke free from the dream, from that dreamlike trance, and was greeted by the sight of her once again swinging her blade and tossing her hair. She turned around and looked up at the cherry-colored eyes of the boy from below the platform.

Is it finally my turn?

Is it finally time to examine my mistakes?

Despite being stared at by the same gaze that had just killed countless people, no matter what, he couldn't muster any negative emotions.

Even though Jiang Cheng was sheathing his blade and walking towards him step by step, he couldn't help but feel dissatisfied.

The thought that a coward like me should have been taught a lesson long ago is now filling my mind.

They simply watched, simply observed, simply watched quietly as the boy climbed the platform step by step, walked step by step, approached step by step, until his shadow, cast by the sunlight that had already drifted to the other side, enveloped his entire body, shielding him from everything.

Her delicate swan neck trembled slightly, without uttering a sound, only bowing humbly, her long eyelashes drooping down, silently proclaiming—whatever you do, I will accept it now.

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All the expected possibilities did not exist—there was no anticipation of the cowardly and incompetent behavior that was supposed to be met with constant negative words that bothered others, and the incessant trash talk that made people feel bad. Despite being incompetent, the person kept saying that others couldn't do it either, which was a useless form of punishment.

There was no blame.

There was no contempt.

There was no insult.

He couldn't find any of the expected self-deprecation in those eyes, so he simply bowed down quietly.

Do not……

Qishanlong 4 Qi Sansi is not.

At this moment, the boy was definitely not in such a condescending posture—he simply squatted down, keeping his gaze level with the boy's, so that neither of them had to look down on the other, and they were looking at each other as equals, just like two people standing at the same height.

The little wish buried deep in my heart—the hope that the boy would see more of me—was once fantasized about being fully fulfilled at this moment.

It's not about offering salvation from a superior position.

It's not a condescending denigration.

Instead, he just squatted there quietly, and you could clearly see his hair, now stained red with blood. His face, which wasn't particularly handsome to begin with, was just average-looking, but now, stained with all sorts of messy liquid, it looked even more grotesque and terrifying.

Even her pupils were so clear, no longer obscured by sunlight or anything else. Even her messy hair was straightened, stuck together with blood, so clearly visible like a mirror, allowing the girl to see her own reflection in it, that clown-like, tear-streaked, ugly state of standing blankly in place.

He was looking at me—that had never been clearer.

They didn't even reach out their hands.

There was no intention to demonstrate any initiative.

He spoke so calmly, in a casual tone, as if they were chatting together in the forest yesterday—

"Don't be afraid anymore. You've done a great job. I've wiped them all out. I'll kill them as many times as they come."

"So stop worrying. It's all over now. Not just Rin, but all your nightmares are over too."

"They are all dead men, dead men who can no longer utter a word in front of you, no longer threaten you."

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in silence……

It was as if I were facing a stagnant pool of water.

There was no response; it only sensed the direction of the force applied when touched, and ripples spread out from the fingertips.

Even the most childlike person, faced with such a lifeless place, would probably only throw down a few stones before getting bored.

No one would try to save someone who has given up on themselves, especially when that person has no connection to them at all. Who would be so free, so energetic, so time-consuming, so willing to endure the influence of negative emotions, to walk step by step to that position of empathy, to walk into that abyss, to squat down and stand at the same height as the girl who has given up on herself, to quietly watch over her and embrace her?

The city of Jiangcheng remains here.

—He is still alive.

You can feel that gentle gaze.

Even someone as incompetent and useless as me is being watched by him at this moment.

Despite possessing the ability to foresee the future, and knowing my true nature, I still steadfastly choose my path.

I will only try to make amends later, only help later, only after everything is over—after I have made a complete mess of everything—will I kneel down and comfort myself, who has no right to be comforted and no right to be saved.

Just looking at the boy's gaze was enough to make her heart break down to the point of wanting to give up. That tolerance was not even the end. His eyes blinked, carrying the empathy and understanding that only Raiden Mei should be able to enjoy, the empathy and understanding that comes from knowing everything.

It wasn't out of ignorance that she was deceived by this seemingly glamorous exterior. Jiang Cheng already knew everything about her, all her personality traits, all her preferences, her inner and outer self, even so...

Ahhh...

Why……

Why are you looking at me like that?

Why use such a gentle tone?

“I understand your hesitation. I know it’s hard for someone like you, who is so deeply mired in this situation, to make a choice. So I won’t say that it’s cowardly of you not to fight back when you clearly have the ability to do so. The solution I’ve given is indeed the best way to resolve the issue, but that doesn’t mean that what you’re doing is necessarily wrong.”

"Because at that time you were trapped in a situation where no one believed you, you were a real victim, a victim who could be blamed by no one no matter what choice you made."

“Go hate the victims who were deliberately molded into this kind of person. Those kinds of people are the real bastards. Even if it takes two to tango, they can still slap someone in the face.”

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but……

What you did was correct.

I could have done that too.

There was no room to utter such self-deprecating words—Jiang Cheng, who had already experienced Mei's situation and witnessed the extreme self-destructiveness of a girl, immediately rejected them.

“I know what to do;.9 (five). It seems cold-. Noon. It’s because I was an outsider from the beginning. I have a broader perspective and can see more things. But you are different. You can’t see so many things and don’t know so many things. So you shouldn’t blame yourself. You really did the best you could.”

So stop crying and smile.

"Rin will definitely be proud of you."

"You really did survive, and surviving is a wonderful thing in itself. If I had gone through what you went through, if I had experienced what you went through, I might not be as strong as you. So don't worry anymore. If you're still unhappy, just kill those bastard villagers a few more times."

That forced smile was utterly clumsy—and the consolation it offered was equally clichéd.

Ultimately, the solutions they offered were of little use.

It's probably not even as good as cheesy pickup lines.

Presumably, only a shut-in who has the lowest emotional intelligence, the least self-awareness, and the worst interpersonal skills—who probably doesn't even have many friends of the same sex, let alone friends of the opposite sex—would do something like this, uttering such boring concerns that would be considered boring even in the last century.

Let alone beautiful young girls, even ordinary people on the street would find such words of comfort annoying and utterly jarring. They'd want to turn away from these inarticulate guys immediately, and it would be perfectly normal to mutter "plain guy" behind their backs.

Ahhh...

Those azure pupils trembled suddenly.

It was as if a clear lake was rippling with waves.

The beautiful girl's long, delicate eyelashes fluttered gently, and the glistening tears still clinging to her eyes reflected a face that could by no means be called handsome—the boy's face, which was even stained with blood.

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"--Thanks."

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Perhaps it's the typical reserved nature of the Far East.

After a serious look, the girl still only gave a brief thank you. She even realized that she was doing something unconventional - wearing a shrine maiden outfit and looking at Jiang Chengqun 9·Chat (7) with such directness and affection that she lowered her head and even her ears turned pink.

strangeness……

Incomprehensible.

She never used to be like this. A few weeks ago, she would even hand me a rice ball and stare at it if I didn't eat it. Why is she now shy and lowers her head just because we look at each other?

Unable to comprehend all of this, the boy also erased the word "reserved" from his mind—recalling Mei's previous act of tearing the plane apart to save herself.

They stopped staring at each other and got up again.

The fact that Yae Sakura can be shy means that she has recovered.

Now that things have recovered, there's no need to continue like this. After all, staring at others all the time can easily be seen as indecent behavior, and Jiang Cheng doesn't want to have any more intimate contact with any other women besides Mei, since he hasn't even figured out who he is yet.

He turned his head and looked down.

Are there no other enemies coming?

Jiang Cheng originally thought that the Herrscher of Corruption would personally take the stage and compete with the big fox, but after waiting for several minutes, the smell of blood on his body became so strong that it stank. Even Yae Sakura tried to get up from the ground and gripped her spirit sword, Sakura Blizzard. The expected enemy still hadn't arrived.

Occasionally, a breeze would blow through the empty mountain and sea of ​​corpses, carrying a stench. Looking down from above, all that could be seen were piles of flesh and blood, internal organs, and gruesome human remains. Only the terror on those faces at the last moment remained vivid in one's memory.

Is this the end?

Are there no other enemies?

Isn't this a bit too hasty?

Looking down at everything in front of him, he couldn't find any changes. The occasional fluctuations were just the result of the wind blowing by. On the contrary, Yae Sakura stood up completely, supporting herself with her sword, as if she had come over again.

You can faintly hear footsteps, the sound of the wind, and that overly seductive question—

"if not?"

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The voice that suddenly erupted was definitely not that of a young girl.

Jiang Cheng instinctively turned around at first, but as he gripped the Jizo Soul tightly, he felt a twitch in his fingertips—his right hand, made of machine, was twitching. The weapon he had held countless times and knew like the back of his hand was now completely unresponsive. The seemingly reliable machine revealed its incompetent nature at this moment.

It was clearly a creation of Vilvi.

Something that the gray snake had boasted about countless times.

The system now encountered a potentially fatal error after less than three months of use.