“A few outsiders,” Oleg’s gaze swept slowly over Dan Heng, March 7th, and Stelle, the smile on his face remaining peaceful, but his words precisely pierced through their identities, “Or more accurately, visitors from beyond the sky, right?”
He paused, then continued: “I would like to have a chat with you.”
Dan Heng met Oleg’s gaze.
He could clearly sense a composed demeanor from this middle-aged man that was different from ordinary townspeople—a trait only possessed by someone who had long held a high position, weathered many storms, and wielded a certain amount of power.
This person was very likely the leader of some important organization here.
“You,” Dan Heng took a half-step forward, subtly shielding March 7th and Stelle behind him, his voice calm and distant, “what is your objective?”
Oleg did not mind Dan Heng’s vigilance; in fact, because of this vigilance, there was a bit more approval in his eyes.
He got straight to the point, his tone sincere:
“We, Wildfire—and the entire Underworld, need your help.”
“Wildfire?” March 7th repeated the name curiously.
“Help?” Dan Heng’s brows furrowed slightly, and he retorted, “Why would you think that we, these newcomers from beyond the sky, would definitely help you?”
Oleg did not answer immediately.
He turned slightly, his gaze seeming to pierce through the noisy crowd of the Fight Club, looking toward the deeper, colder, and more desperate Underworld.
Then, he turned his gaze back to Dan Heng, his voice not loud, but carrying a strange sense of certainty:
“Because, someone told us…”
He paused deliberately, swept his gaze over the three, and slowly uttered that title which circulated throughout the universe, yet also carried a sense of fate:
“A few visitors from beyond the sky, who have once liberated and saved countless worlds on the brink of despair—the Trailblazers, have arrived in the Underworld.”
“…!”
Dan Heng’s pupils contracted imperceptibly.
This title, and the degree of “insider knowledge” revealed in the other party’s words, far exceeded his expectations.
Who was it?
Was it that mysterious Sirin?
Or was it someone else?
…
After Sirin brought March 7th and Stelle to the Fight Club, she returned to the clinic.
She stood at the entrance of the treatment room, watching Natasha, who was organizing medicine, and spoke in a flat voice:
“Natasha.”
Natasha looked up upon hearing the sound.
Seeing that it was Sirin, a gentle smile appeared on her face: “Big Sister Sirin, you’re back.
Those few…”
“Those three people,” Sirin interrupted her, saying in a tone as if stating a fact, “are the hope of Belobog.” The source of this chapter is g.com.
Natasha was slightly taken aback; the action in her hand stopped.
A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, but more of it was a realization of “as expected.” She had long guessed that those “visitors from beyond the sky” were not simple, but the evaluation of “hope of Belobog,” spoken from Sirin’s mouth, carried an entirely different weight.
Sirin did not explain the reason, but just continued: “You can let the people from Wildfire go and make contact with them.”
“I am already doing that,” Natasha said.
“Mm, very good.” Sirin nodded.
“Next, take them to find Svarog.” After saying this, Sirin left.
On the player’s side.
(I haven’t written from the player’s perspective for several chapters now; does everyone still remember that this is a gacha-pool-focused novel?)
In the real world, Black Cat’s livestream room.
In the game, Black Cat was controlling the protagonist “Stelle” who had just woken up.
Leaving Natasha’s clinic, she hadn’t walked a few steps before she saw March 7th standing not far away, seemingly talking to someone.
“Eh?
Who is this?” Black Cat maneuvered the character closer.
The camera zoomed in, and she saw the side profile and iconic purple hair of the person talking to March 7th, “Did the Belobog storyline change too?
Are there new NPCs?”
When the other party turned around due to March 7th’s call, revealing her full appearance, Black Cat’s eyes instantly widened, and she blurted out:
“Holy crap!
Sirin?!”
The livestream chat was also instantly flooded with question marks:
“???????”
“It’s our Honkai: Star Rail Sirin!”
“Yay!
It’s the pufferfish!
She came to Belobog; are we going to have some tragedy to eat?”
“Pui pui pui!
Don’t say such ominous things upstairs!
This is our family from the mother’s side!
It’s the aunt!”
“The protagonist is too hilarious; she actually doesn’t recognize her own aunt.” Black Cat watched Stelle in the game circling around Sirin, with a confused expression of “I feel like I’ve seen her somewhere,” and couldn’t help but complain.
Watching the interaction where Stelle curiously wanted to reach out and touch the other person’s joints but was stopped by March 7th, Black Cat analyzed while operating:
“However, Stelle mentioned ‘a puppet similar to Herta,’ and Sirin herself also said she has a connection with Herta…
Tsk tsk, this network of relationships is getting more and more interesting.”
She cleared her throat and, with a “revealing secrets” tone, started to “popularize science” into the microphone: This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
“Ahem, family, according to the ‘unofficial history’ I possess—this Stelle is actually the child of Herta and Kafka!
Think about it, who is Herta?
Member of the Genius Society, mysterious and unpredictable.
Who is Kafka?
Stellaron Hunter, equally mysterious and unpredictable.
These two joining forces to create a child who is a sentient Stellaron—that’s reasonable, right?”
The chat exploded instantly:
“666, this unofficial history is wild enough!”
“Don’t say it, you really shouldn’t say it…”
“Herta: Thanks for the invite, I’m at the Space Station, just finished research, don’t cue me.”
“Kafka: Listen to me, you are making things up.”
“And then,” Black Cat ignored the chat and continued her “deduction,” “After Herta and Kafka sent the child onto the Astral Express, Herta, as the mother, was worried!
But her main body had to do research and couldn’t leave.
What to do?
Hey, doesn’t she know how to make puppets?
So she made a high-level puppet, snuck it onto the train, and secretly protected her child!
This puppet is Sirin!”
“What are you babbling about!” A comment protested, “Stop thinking so much for now, I just want to know when she’ll be on the gacha banner!
This character model is so top-tier, the strength must also be top-tier!”
“Speaking of strength?” Black Cat saw this comment and immediately pulled the topic back, her tone exaggerated, “That has to be our Old Jing—General Jing Yuan!
Although the second half of the gacha banner just opened, as long as we can pull Jing Yuan, we can enjoy playing Honkai: Star Rail from now on and stand right up!
Whatever Simulated Universe, Memory of Chaos, we’ll take them all down!”
“However,” she glanced at Sirin standing quietly on the side of the screen and added, “If Sirin really enters the gacha banner, just for this beauty, this mysterious background, this aunt identity…
isn’t it a must-pull?
Strength?
That’s secondary!
Beauty and plot are the primary productive forces!”
“Alright, alright, let’s ignore the future gacha banners for now.” Black Cat controlled Stelle, following in the footsteps of March 7th and Sirin, heading towards the direction of the Fight Club, “Let’s finish the current Underworld plot first.
Let’s see what other surprises this aunt will bring us, and by the way…
go find our lost Cold-faced Little Azure Dragon.”