Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"Is that so? Then let me give it a try. I've fought with Sirin before, so I know her pretty well."

Surtr volunteered.

She was quite curious about this kind of thing.

"Alright, Himeko and I will observe Sirin's condition from outside. If there are any unusual movements, we can just withdraw. However, she might be listless for a few days."

Theresa gave a reminder.

Although she actually wanted to go in too, someone had to keep watch outside.

"I see."

Nodding, Surtr lay down on another bed and put on a hood.

There were no sharp edges; she had already concealed them with Gaia foundation beforehand.

At the same time, Theresa also put the hood over Sirin's head.

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Meanwhile, inside the Valkyrie's dormitory.

Fu Hua, an unremarkable A-rank Valkyrie, raised her hand to press her red-rimmed glasses and connected to an encrypted communication.

A moment later, a handsome blond youth appeared on the mirror, smiling, and spoke in an unpleasant voice.

"My old friend would actually contact me at this time. It seems that something extraordinary has happened in Changkong City."

"Cirin has woken up."

Fu Hua spoke simply.

"...Is that so? But since you can report to me so calmly, I suppose the matter should be resolved by now."

There was a hint of surprise in his tone, but he quickly regained his composure.

"It's only a temporary suppression. Dean Theresa is looking for a way to suppress the Herrscher personality."

As she spoke, Fu Hua's tone became low and somber.

“Otto, is your plan really reliable? Just one collapse is enough to awaken her. If someone hadn’t subdued her beforehand, we wouldn’t be able to guarantee how much harm she would cause.”

She agreed to help the other party when everything was under control, but that's clearly not the case now.

"Don't get excited, old friend. She has already arrived safely in St. Freya, so with you watching over her, how could anything unexpected happen?"

Otto didn't seem to notice the other person's cold tone.

"My dear granddaughter still intends to save the Second Herrscher even though she knows he is the Second Herrscher. That's good. The plan can proceed steadily. However, speaking of unexpected events, an unexpected person has appeared in Changkong City."

"As expected, you have other spies here."

Fu Hua was not surprised by this; a man with such a meticulous mind would not send only her to infiltrate the area.

"Just a necessary precaution, old friend. Keep an eye on them while you're observing K423, I think their names are Surtr and Yae Sakura."

For some reason, Otto's emotions showed a barely perceptible fluctuation when he said the second name.

"Just paying attention?"

"I'm not going to dwell on this trivial matter," Fu Hua asked.

Even if it's just a preliminary guess, the opponent's strength is definitely not inferior to that of the strongest S-rank in Destiny, which is enough to have a significant impact on the opponent's plans.

The same goes for Yae Sakura; a pseudo-Herrscher is definitely worth an ordinary S-rank.

"It is indeed an unexpected variable, but it doesn't affect the plan for now. The focus is still on K423. Keep a close eye on Theresa's movements and don't let them do anything too outrageous."

With that final reminder, silence and darkness once again enveloped the dormitory.

The Third Collapse: Chapter Thirty-Two - The Useless Feather Crossing the Dust

"What a fool to actually deliver himself to our doorstep."

I vaguely heard such a sound.

I opened my eyes again.

What came into view was a cold, pitch-black expanse.

The red-haired girl curled up on the ground, the thin fabric unable to shield her from the hard touch beneath her.

Her body felt as if her soul had been drained, and a rootless pain kept welling up from the bottom of her heart, trying to erode her brain.

"Oops, what am I doing...?"

Slightly regaining his senses, Surtr sat up from the ground, rubbed his forehead, and turned to look around.

The room was surrounded by walls made of black metal, and a heavy iron door separated the inside from the outside. The room was filled with a cold and oppressive atmosphere.

Several pieces of cloth were also laid on the floor around them, but the owner of those cloths was nowhere to be seen.

It looks like a prison.

She lowered her head, noticing that her formal attire had been replaced with a thin white dress, her shoes were gone, and her bare arms and calves were wrapped in bandages.

Some information inexplicably appeared in my mind: Tower of Babel, experimental subject.

Ugh, so this was all Sirin's doing?

That's the only possibility; for someone like her who possesses the Feather of Dust, achieving this would be incredibly easy.

She clenched her fist, and a wave of exhaustion and pain welled up from the bottom of her heart, telling her that she couldn't muster any strength.

It was like a suggestion, but it had limited effect on her; she could overcome the state with just a little concentration.

However, since it is a spiritual world, physical skills such as clairvoyance and sage-level numerical manipulation are also unusable.

Fortunately, she was unaffected by the flames.

Squeak.

Before she could continue checking the status, a harsh metallic scraping sound rang in her ears. Surtr turned her head and saw a man wearing glasses and a white lab coat, who looked like a researcher, looking at her from outside the door.

"It's your turn, come out quickly."

His words were concise, and his tone carried an air of superiority. You couldn't sense any emotion in his gaze behind the glasses, as if he were looking at a lab rat rather than a person.

I don't know why Xilin showed her these things. Was she trying to make her experience the pain she went through back then?

But where is she?

Surtr was puzzled, but out of curiosity, she did not refuse. As "usually," she stood up, left the room, and silently followed behind the other person.

Walking barefoot down the cold corridor, Surtr's gaze fell on a room on one side.

Inside the room, surrounded by iron bars, girls like her huddled together or huddled in corners, looking in her direction with fear after hearing the noise outside the door.

This entire floor appears to be a prison used to hold experimental subjects.

Surtr frowned.

Even though I knew it was fake, seeing such a scene still made me feel uneasy.

A moment later, Surtr was led to a stark white room, the dry air thick with the unpleasant smell of disinfectant, and cold light shining from the ceiling onto a chair in the center.

Directly opposite the chair was a huge glass window, behind which stood several well-dressed researchers, seemingly discussing something. As she entered, they all turned their gazes toward her.

The safety measures are quite comprehensive.

Surtr thought to himself.

That's understandable, considering it's an experiment; it's not impossible for the test subject to accidentally turn into a Honkai Beast. Those frail researchers certainly wouldn't put themselves in danger.

"This test subject is of very good quality; this time, increase the dosage."

In the very center, a man who looked like a manager was speaking.

Obediently strapped to a chair, wearing a mask, the guy who looked like a medical worker inserted a syringe into Surtr's arm.

As a high concentration of Honkai energy was injected into her body, purple patterns spread across her body, and a pain as if lava were flowing into her blood vessels spread from the needle marks throughout her body.

Her body seemed to be disintegrating from the inside out, and the shadow of death loomed over her.

The brain made this response on its own.

Is this also the effect of Feather Crossing Dust?

Surtr roughly knew what the other party wanted to do.

This method of infiltrating consciousness is not absolutely safe. If you are simply killed or forcibly withdrawn, you will only experience a period of mental exhaustion. However, if you believe you are dead in the consciousness space, you may actually die.

Perhaps Celine felt that letting her die directly would be too easy for her, so she planned to torture her in this way.

Unfortunately, it's not very useful.

Her mind was no longer susceptible to illusions of this level.

Sirin doesn't seem to be here either. She hasn't seen the purple-haired girl along the way, nor has she sensed any Herrscher-like figures.

Is it somewhere else?

Or is it that it's not even in this illusion at all?

Seemingly surprised by Surtr's unmoved reaction, the researchers' faces lit up with fervor, eager to increase the dosage further.

But this feeling didn't last long in my mind.

Since Celine isn't here, there's no need to waste any more time.

The crimson flames invaded their vision, and the defense system, which could only be briefly resisted by an Emperor-level Honkai Beast, collapsed in an instant, turning the experimental personnel present into ashes.

Surtr stood up from her chair as if nothing had happened, looked around, and only then did she feel regret that this was an illusion.

She shook her head, as if talking to herself, and asked the air.

"Cirin, are you there?"

"Tsk, is this thing fake? Why is this guy completely unaffected?"

In the dark space, Sirin sat on the ground, biting her fingers. In front of her was a television-like screen in which Surtr stood in a sea of ​​fire, clicking his tongue in displeasure.

Looking down at the black feather in her hand, she wondered for a moment if it was broken.

Apart from Siegfried, it has never controlled a single person.

Well, she hasn't actually used it on many people. The last time it didn't work was on that woman who was full of lies.

Unpleasant memories flooded her mind, making Celine even more agitated.

The original plan was to let the other person die in agony, but now it seems there's no way to do that.

Should I get involved myself?

With Yu Duchen around, she should be invincible in the spiritual world, but after being roasted by the other party, she became somewhat intimidated by Surtr's flames.

Why not just hide like this? The Queen has already hidden herself several times and is no longer averse to this method. As long as she hides, that guy can't do anything to her.

Xilin learned a steady playing style, but the situation has changed again.

A sharp pain shot through my palm as I held the feather.

"It's so hot!"

The sudden stimulation made her instinctively throw the feather. The jet-black feather floated in the air, and in the next moment, it burst into flames.

The flames gradually expanded, and their crimson light illuminated the dark space.

Then, a voice that shouldn't have been heard was heard.

"I've found you, Sirin."

Why can't Chapter 33 of the Third Honkai Impact 3rd be female?

In the empty space of consciousness, Surtr bent down and picked up the black feather that was almost burned to charcoal on the ground.

The realm of the mind has never been her domain, but fortunately, for her, a single fire is enough to solve most problems. But not all.

Looking up, Celine was nowhere to be seen; only a few illusory feathers drifted down. The creature had vanished without a trace at the mere sound of her voice, like a startled rabbit.

"It seems I've left quite a psychological scar on her."

Surtr shook his head helplessly.

Sirin seemed to have given up on direct confrontation and had probably hidden in some corner. Surtr tried to sense her presence but to no avail. Although he couldn't influence her with Feather of Dust, he could still deceive her by simply hiding.

This is indeed a tricky situation.