On an August afternoon, sunlight draped over the campus like golden silk, filling the air with a lazy yet fervent warmth.
Meanwhile, the cicadas in Advanced Nurturing High School buzzed tirelessly, their cries echoing across the campus. Inside the library, the occasional sound of pages turning intertwined with the cicadas' relentless calls, forming a unique symphony.
Uesugi Gen rested his head on his hand, feeling drowsy as he gazed out the window.
Maybe I should grab a ...
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“Hahaha~”
Sitting on a chair, watching Horikita Suzune walk around awkwardly with a kettle stuck to her hand, Uesugi Gen couldn’t hold back his laughter again.
“Can you stop laughing already?”
Horikita snapped, clearly embarrassed.
“Sorry, sorry. But this is so like you—getting your hand stuck in a kettle.”
“I was just washing my cup and stuck my hand inside…”
Miss Horikita muttered defensively, her face slightly flushed....
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Since Ichinose and the others had gone shopping, Uesugi Gen was happily spending his time playing video games.
Ding—
A text message popped up on his phone. It was from Horikita Gakushū. Uesugi glanced at it briefly.
To summarize—
The school’s water supply had been cut off, and the student council members were needed to handle the situation.
Tch.
Didn’t see it.
As if he’d go outside in this heat to do manual labor....
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"Surely, you don't just have one ally," Artoria remarked.
The Last King paused, then let out a wry chuckle.
“You’ve noticed…”
A low hum resonated, and a faint shadow resembling a misty cloud appeared beside him, indistinct against the darkened backdrop.
“This is my brother—my subordinate god.”
With a heavy sigh, the Last King explained, “The heretic gods are deities who have deviated from their myths, embodying chaos and disobedience...
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Standing at an imposing height of 1.8 meters, the figure was entirely wrapped in white bandages. A leather cuirass adorned his body, and a red mask covered his entire face, with black markings drawn around the eyes.
Despite his strange appearance, the divine pressure he exuded was so immense that no one would dare comment on how peculiar he looked.
“Your Majesty.”
The bandaged figure spoke in a raspy, guttural tone as he approached the Last King, who remained afloat on t...
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The thick divine thunderbolts roared with a destructive power that shook the void, resembling countless silver-white dragons howling in fury.
This was no ordinary lightning—it was the [Salvation God Thunder], the manifestation of the power of the [Divine Blade of Salvation].
Its wrathful might far surpassed that of the thunder wielded by Indra, Thor, or Zeus. This was the thunder of divine judgment, capable of punishing even the gods themse...
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After Artoria deflected his strike, the Last King offered her genuine praise.
This was not arrogance. The blade he wielded was forged by the gods themselves to ensure his success in vanquishing the Campiones of the earth—a divine weapon unparalleled in its ability to sever all existence, known as the [End-of-Days Blade]. A sword capable of cleaving heavens, earth, and planets alike, there was no weapon on this world that could rival it in performance.
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Before them stood a man who appeared youthful but whose melancholic eyes betrayed the weight of countless ages. His demeanor, calm yet laced with profound fatigue, seemed to speak of a lifetime of battles he wished he could forget.
The man’s appearance could only be described as "strikingly handsome," but the weariness etched into his features lent him an air of solemnity. His pale white hair accentuated the impression of a soul burdened by exhaustion.
He wore a simple blue coat...
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Looking at the pair of "lanterns" he had just finished crafting—lanterns that glowed faintly but weighed enough to crush three Hilichurls—Jia Changjiang completely gave up on the idea of making Xiaodeng Lanterns.
Unlike regular lanterns that floated effortlessly into the sky, his creations seemed better suited for smashing things into the ground. Aside from glowing faintly and being lantern-shaped, they had absolutely no resemblance to their intended purpose.
"Ahahahahaha! Jax...
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"Firecrackers and fireworks… are they really that much fun?" Lumine asked curiously. "I’ve heard that the Lantern Rite ends with a big fireworks display. They’re supposed to be spectacular."
"Hmm…"
Jia Changjiang held a bamboo tube filled with gunpowder, lost in thought. "I don’t know if they’re as beautiful as fireworks, but they’re definitely more fun."
Noticing Lumine and Paimon idling nearby, he decided to indulge in some storytelling.
"Alright, let m...
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"This medicine doesn’t need to completely expel the corruption," Jia Changjiang said, outlining his request. "But I want it to temporarily ease his suffering and ensure that, at least for a short time, he won’t be affected by the karmic energy within him."
"With your expertise, Dr. Baizhu, this should be doable, right?" Jia Changjiang asked, his gaze steady.
He had considered seeking Zhongli’s help for Xiao’s condition. Zhongli might have known ways to temporarily suppress...
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"Then let’s get ready. Time to head back to Liyue Harbor for the festival."
Jia Changjiang smiled, his heart light.
He’d been in this world for half a year now. The Lantern Rite Festival, a time to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, sounded like the perfect celebration.
When Jia Changjiang and Lumine returned to Liyue Harbor, they found the city already adorned with festive decorations.
Though it was only evening, from a vantage point on the nearby hills,...
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Early the next morning, Jia Changjiang and Lumine arrived at Wangshu Inn, only to find that the Celestial Lord of Starcatching had already departed.
However, he left behind a letter addressed to them. In it, he expressed deep remorse for his actions and included the [Sigil of Permission] for safekeeping.
Through the letter, Jia Changjiang and Lumine also learned his real name: Wang Ping’an.
"Excuse me, have you seen Xiao?" Lumine asked the innkeeper, ...
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Gu Sanqiu's eyes lit up—he had grasped the key to everything!
Wait a minute. There was a flaw in his plan.
His role was that of a grief-stricken Perfume Master mourning the fallen Geo Archon. But he refused to believe that the old man’s dragon body didn’t have some way of perceiving the outside world.
If he went through with this, not only would he get caught, but if he actually dared to pose Zhongli’s “corpse” for photos, he might as ...
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"Judging by how smug Childe looked, the Fatui must be close to completing their imitation of the Sigils of Permission."
Gu Sanqiu pondered carefully. If "fate" had arranged for him to run into Childe at this point, then perhaps that meant he was no longer in a position to prevent what was coming.
Everything tied to the Rite of Parting was inevitable.
"I’d better start moving people into position."
There hadn’t been any unusual activity reported from Yunlai Sea rece...
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Break time was over. Everyone went their separate ways, heading back to their respective lodgings—after all, they had jobs to return to. Someone like Xiao probably even had to work overtime, the most diligent of all the workaholics.
Then again, now that he thought about it, he was about to put in some overtime as well. That realization brought a strange sense of melancholy.
Maybe he just wasn’t cut out for this late-night grind.
Looking around, aside from a...
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Splash—
The sound of water rippling echoed around them. Gu Sanqiu squinted as he sank into the water, leaving only his head above the surface.
"So relaxing—"
Xingqiu, also floating with just his head exposed, drifted over.
"Soaking in a hot spring after a full-blown cake war—this is the pinnacle of human enjoyment."
"Can’t argue with that."
Buyu Raimei and Kaedehara Kazuha were more composed, simply stretching their shoulders and resting th...
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Actually, “learning” wasn’t exactly an enjoyable experience for Childe either.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor’s young master pulling her chair closer, whispering non-stop into Gu Sanqiu’s ear. Every so often, her gaze would drift toward him.
Gu Sanqiu nodded along while listening, occasionally glancing his way as well.
This is unbearable.
Childe was aware of this peculiar little girl from Wangsheng Funeral Parlor...
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The Jarilo military parade lasted a full day and night.
From ground forces to atmospheric aviation units, from escort frigates to cruisers, from interstellar combat exercises to planetary bombardment strategies, from scorched-earth clearance to rapid ground deployments, from standard engines to warp engines—
Chen Lin made no effort to conceal anything.
He wanted every civilization present to witness the sheer might of the Interstellar Rift Empire, to feel both the security...
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Military parades were a common and significant event among various civilizations—a grand spectacle meant to showcase national power, bolster military prestige, and project the unwavering strength of a civilization.
Across 365 system days, nearly every day, some civilization would hold a military parade for one reason or another. Any leader who had held power for long enough had likely been invited to attend more than one such event.
However, while parades held on terrestrial pla...
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With a gentle wave of his hand, it was as if the mist before their eyes had been swept away. The sudden shift in their surroundings caused the three observers to halt in their tracks.
Herta, still irritated by the unexpected disruption, stumbled slightly. Screwllum lifted his head in mild curiosity, scanning his surroundings, while Ruan Mei's usually indifferent gaze showed a flicker of astonishment.
Cold, unfeeling steel had transformed into lush, verdant trees. The hard, metalli...
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Star Calendar Year 8101, June 1st.
At the Empire’s invitation, 184 civilization leaders arrived in the Jarilo home system to attend a grand military parade.
At the break of dawn, transport ships lifted off from Belobog’s First Military District, ascending into orbit where several cruisers were maintaining a steady course.
Once these transports docked with the lower bays of the cruisers, the fleet set off toward Skytower Fortress, positioned directly above the Jarilo syst...
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A private visit from government personnel doesn’t represent the official political stance of the government?
Foreign mercenaries? Invaders?
A few question marks slowly appeared above Fia’s head.
She pondered for a moment. The IPC hadn’t openly invaded the Sterbe Autocratic Empire. The turmoil inside was mostly caused by local governors under her jurisdiction rebelling—where were the mercenaries and invaders in that? Simply put, Sterbe was just fighting a civil war.
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A suffocating sense of oppression nearly rendered Saber speechless.
Mana... mana... That insatiable thirst for power clawed at his mind. Servants were spiritual beings, and mana was their lifeblood. Yet, the magical energy flowing into Saber’s body was pitifully scarce—so thin it was barely there at all.
He had once wielded an inexhaustible supply of mana, especially when fueled by the homunculi of the Black Faction. But now, everything had reversed. It was as if...
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In the Russian Far East, there was a modern city called Blanche. To the west of the city lay a peculiar ring-shaped mountain, while to the north, a straight-flowing river cut through the landscape. The river’s waters were crystal clear, and at its eastern estuary, a deep-sea port had been constructed for ocean-going vessels.
On the surface, this port looked no different from any other. Aside from the frequent sight of disheveled sailors downing vodka by the docks and casually tossing ...
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All possibilities unfolded before Zhongli’s eyes.
The history of the world.
The trajectories of countless lives.
The face of Qingyun, her every smile and gesture.
He remained silent for a few moments before coming to a conclusion in his heart.
—Qingyun is Qingyun, the Qingyun of Liyue, the Qingyun of Mt. Tianheng.
—Fu Hua is Fu Hua, the Red Kite Immortal who guards Shenzhou, the warrior who stands against Honkai.
Even if the two shar...
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"Bird woman, have you forgotten your original name from Liyue? Why do you go by this strange name, 'Morax'?"
"Perhaps I remember, perhaps I don’t. It hardly matters. What matters is that you need to cook for me. Oh, and today, I want something with more meat. Zhongli, don’t slack off."
"I’d rather not hear that from someone who spends all day sprawled motionless on a lounge chair. Speaking of which, I made that lounge chair too."
"Hm? Zhongli, wasn’t this chair somet...
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Beyond the World
In the River of Time—
Five thousand years ago, Shenzhou. The Age of Shennong and Xuanyuan.
"Danzhu, Jilin… We might die here today."
Cangxuan let out a bitter laugh as she stared at the colossal Honkai beast roaring before them.
"Until the very last moment, we must not give up."
Ji Xuanyuan, clad in an orange-red robe with flowing sleeves and a golden-winged crown, gri...
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Within the World
Periphery of Schicksal’s Third Airport.
Fu Hua, Durandal, Tohru, and Rita all turned toward the sudden, terrifying surge of Honkai energy erupting in the distance.
Their battles came to an abrupt halt as they instinctively focused on withstanding the aftershocks of the Honkai Fission Bomb’s detonation.
A few breaths later, before the tremors could fully subside—
They saw it.
A pair of colossa...
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Within the World
Aboard the Schicksal warship Brilliant Covenant, Otto Apocalypse gazed expressionlessly at the footage transmitted by the drone—the image of Kiana Kaslana, who had laid waste to everything in her path.
He closed his eyes slightly.
A single tear slid down his cheek.
Then, without hesitation, he waved his hand and gave the order.
"Deploy the Honkai Fission Bomb. Saturation strike on the Third Airport."
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