Honkai Impact 3rd is not considered a small opening

Let's begin with the Battle Qi, Level Three!

Möbius: ...

She nodded in silence. An Yu's overly confident expression left her speechless for a moment, and besides, she really didn't know much about the novel industry.

"Then good luck."

Sister Mei's face was full of distrust. "Hmph, you ignore me today, but tomorrow you'll be begging for my attention."

I wonder if I actually said that.

Never mind, I'll go and get a computer first.

"By the way, Sister Mei, do we have internet at home?"

What do you mean by "our home"? Who's talking to you about "our"?

"Yes, the password is 1 to 8."

Ke An Yu was full of energy all day long, and Mebius didn't dislike the other party's attitude; she liked this positive and uplifting atmosphere.

Of course, it would be even better if there were some distance between them and themselves.

An Yu bought a laptop this morning for about 10,000 yuan. He clearly felt that he had been ripped off, but he didn't think it was a huge rip-off, since he went to a brand store.

Back home, I sat cross-legged on the sofa, and the computer operated in much the same way as my world.

I'm quite familiar with online novel search. It's alright. I looked at the number of fans for a few books on the charts, and it's not much different from my previous life.

Then, An Yu searched for "Battle Through the Heavens" with a devout attitude.

No.

Heh heh, heh heh ha ha ha!

Covering her eyes, leaving only one eye visible, An Yu suppressed her laughter.

Then, Potato God, I will take it upon myself to spread the legend of Battle Through the Heavens in another world.

Chapter One: The Fallen Genius

Battle Qi, Level Three!

Although the cheat is no longer working and the problem is unknown, An Yu, as a congenital artifact spirit, has plenty of ways to cheat.

At noon, Mebius stood behind the other person for a while and found that An Yu's writing was actually quite decent.

Could it be that he really knows this amazing skill?

"By the way, Sister Mei, why are you back at noon? Did you take another day off?"

Technical staff are still in high demand; they can earn 12 a month and take leave whenever they want.

"I resigned, and I'm going to start my own laboratory."

Honestly, her knowledge always attracts all sorts of geniuses, but without money, no one is willing to switch jobs with her.

An Yu was greatly surprised.

"Is this... this the youthful arrogance of a technician?"

"Sister Mei, you are the real strong one. I admire you."

Möbius: ...

My head hurts, but An Yu is quite obedient and doesn't make a fuss most of the time. Even after we bought a computer, she rarely plays music out loud.

Lying in bed, pondering what to do next, she realized she had overestimated her former partners and allies. She figured she would have to take out a loan soon.

She won't lower her standards.

More than a decade ago, the changes in my father are still vivid in my mind. She wanted to change humanity, but what about her own life?

It doesn't matter.

She didn't need companions or anyone's understanding; she was prepared to walk alone to the finish line.

"Sister Mei, it's time to eat. I understand you're very tired right now, but sweetie, have lunch first."

Möbius: ...

Mebius's wandering thoughts were interrupted by the boy's voice beside him. He tilted his head, but didn't seem angry.

"How did you get in?"

Or, to put it another way, why didn't you knock before coming in?

"You didn't close the door."

An Yu was slightly confused, but soon realized what was going on and stepped back to the door to knock.

"I understand, Sister Mei. You're a programmer, right? Your brain won't work without following the program. I'll knock on the door from now on."

"But Sister Mei, your hair is so smooth, you don't look like a programmer."

Möbius: ...

Sigh, that's why she really doesn't feel comfortable having someone else in the house, especially since that person is such a lively character.

The meal was quiet. An Yu wasn't as lively as before; she seemed to be thinking about something, probably something from a novel.

Just like in the lab before, when a group of researchers would eat quietly.

It seems that something is different, but Mebius can't pinpoint the exact difference.

"By the way, Sister Mei, it seems we're running low on groceries. Where's the nearest supermarket? I'll go buy some vegetables."

Chapter 6: Me, a victim of injustice, and him, a chuunibyou (delusional) youth.

Mebius sensed something was amiss; the other person seemed to treat him like family.

Why did he talk about it so naturally at home?

In your opinion, does staying for two days constitute a home?

Mebius eventually came to the conclusion that the child had a problem with his brain.

Oh no, is it possible that they're unwanted and the money they're receiving is severance pay?

Whoops, just kidding.

Over the next few days, the two got along fairly well. Möbius even sadly discovered that he was beginning to get used to An Yu's presence.

Five days later, in the new week, Mebius had just fallen asleep when he heard cheers and jubilation coming from the living room!

"Wind Spirit Moon Shadow, activate!"

Hehe, hahaha!

She was asleep when a sudden "ding" startled An Yu awake.

As expected, another message lit up on the system panel, but this time it locked the health. After several attempts, An Yu found that this was indeed the only thing that could be changed.

What's the point of locking health? Oh well, as long as my brother Feng is willing to move.

As she spoke, An Yu cautiously looked around, and after confirming that Möbius hadn't woken up, she rummaged through her prop bag, which she had been organizing over the past few days, took out bandages, and slipped into the kitchen.

He coughed, holding a kitchen knife, his left arm exposed on the cutting board, gesturing as if to chop, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

What if it's not locked?

Thinking this way, An Yu simply picked up the kitchen knife and sharpened it on her arm. With the sharpness of the knife, even just sharpening it could easily leave a bloody mark on the flesh with a little force.

"Hiss, the invincibility skill doesn't block pain? Who made this cheat program?!"

Muttering a complaint under her breath, An Yu gradually increased the force in her hand. After confirming that there wasn't a single scratch on her arm, she slashed hard.

For a moment, I grimaced in pain, but there were no real wounds, and the pain seemed surreal, disappearing quickly.

Finally, to be on the safe side, An Yu went to the living room and found a needle. She pricked her arm and found that it did indeed lock blood flow, or rather, lock the state. She still needed to figure out the specifics, but for now it seemed to simply prevent her from getting hurt.

"What are you doing?"

Mebius turned on the light expressionlessly, looked at An Yu's blank gaze, and after confirming what she was doing, he ran over with a cold expression and snatched the needle away.

"Is he seeking death? Or is he experiencing a relapse of depression?"

Well, as expected, if we go by her previous assumption that An Yu was abandoned, then he must have some problems, which currently seem to be mental.

"Um, Sister Mei, if I really do have depression, your attitude doesn't seem to be suitable for comforting people."

I'm not going to comfort you.

"Oh."

He was a little sad for a moment, but he soon had no time to be sad.

An Yu was easily subdued, her eyes clear, her doubts obvious.

"Sister Mei, it hurts."

"...I will let go once we get to the hospital."

Subconsciously loosened his grip slightly. Sometimes, Mebius felt that he was quite nosy. Wouldn't it be better if An Yu died like this? Even if the other party harmed herself, as long as she didn't show anything during the day, he could pretend that nothing had happened.

But she is definitely not the cold-blooded monster that the outside world portrays her to be.

"Wait, wait a minute, there seems to be some misunderstanding between us. What are we going to the hospital for? Sister Mei, I'm not sick!"

Unable to resist, An Yu sniffled, feeling a little uncomfortable, but in a good mood.

"Sister Mei, I appreciate your concern, but I'm really not sick. Could you give me two minutes to explain?"

"Two minutes is enough, really, Sister Mei, let me explain."

Seemingly having taken his advice, Mebius released his grip and stood aside with a somewhat aloof air, casually wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Doesn't An Yu get tired? She's been struggling for so long, and there's not a drop of sweat on her forehead. She's not that old, though.

"Ahem, first of all, my time travel is real, and as everyone knows..."

"Wait, wait a minute, let's assume that my time travel is possible, okay? Sister Mei, don't roll up your sleeves!"

I hate Sister Mei for having no boundaries. We've only known each other for a week, yet she doesn't feel any remorse when she bullies me!

Assuming, what a great assumption! Mebius felt her blood pressure rise. She really thought An Yu had some unspeakable secret, but it turned out that the other party's reason was based on the joke of time travel.

"Anyway, I'm not sick, you see."

As she spoke, An Yu rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair arms, which were free of any marks or even sweat.

"..."

"I'm really not sick. Look, there's not a single scar on my arm. It's not like I have a parasitic Mickey Mouse inside me, is it?"

“That’s unrealistic, do you understand, Sister Mei?”

Möbius: ...

You, a delusional person who firmly believes in your own time travel, are telling me this is unrealistic.

But there were no marks on the other person's arm. Mebius looked at the other person suspiciously, while An Yu sat obediently on the sofa with clear, innocent eyes.

"I'm sorry, let's just say I misunderstood."

But she was absolutely certain when she turned on the light that An Yu, that silly boy, was pricking his arm with a needle; he was harming himself.

Where did the problem lie?

Just like a few days ago, the feeling that someone had altered reality became more and more obvious, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"Your apology is really perfunctory, Sister Mei."

"..."

"Oh." Möbius nodded, then glanced at An Yu's condition one last time, as if nothing had happened, and returned to the bedroom.

Then, looking at the needle in his hand with some doubt, he tentatively pricked his arm, and his expression froze instantly.

Ouch!

"The needle is real. I found it in the drawer. It should be the one you bought before, Sister Mei."

Peeking half his head out from the doorway, An Yu looked at Mebius, whose face was tense and who remained silent despite the blood dripping from his arm. He realized that Mebius was quite tolerant.

"Go back to sleep." The voice was somewhat suppressed; Mebius was probably trying to keep his voice normal, An Yu thought.

"Oh."