“How is it, Doctor?
How many days do I have left to live?” In the ward of the Flame-Chasers’ First Research Institute, Gwyn, wearing a hospital gown, waved his arm, which was tinged with a purplish hue, at Mobius as she pushed open the door.
“…” Looking at Gwyn, who was nearing death yet still smiling in a way comparable to a certain annoying fellow, Mobius instinctively stiffened her face.
However, when her gaze fell upon the wounds on his forearm left by long-term treatment under his slipping sleeve, Mobius couldn’t bring herself to say harsh words, so she could only walk to the bedside with a stiff face: “One piece of good news, one piece of bad news.
Which one do you want to hear first?” “I guess the good news is that I shouldn’t be dead yet, and the bad news is that my erosion symptoms are still worsening, and I’m closer to death?” Watching Mobius, whose face was taut, Gwyn smiled and stated his physical condition.
“…” Watching Gwyn state this news, which was tantamount to declaring his own death, so easily, Mobius was silent for a moment.
A charming smile suddenly appeared on her serious face, and her body leaned forward slightly, pressing toward Gwyn on the hospital bed— “You should have lost all physiological responses a week ago, yet you have broken through your physiological limits again and again to live until now.
What exactly makes you persist in living until now?
It really is curious…” It was clearly a bright smile, but on Mobius’s face, it gave a creepy feeling.
Those soft words were like a poisonous snake flicking its tongue, as if she would swallow this weak little white mouse, Gwyn, in the next moment.
“I did sign an organ donation agreement, but you, Doctor, pushed me back from the morgue.
You have to know, I thought I was going to die at that time.” Looking at the posturing Mobius, Gwyn just chuckled.
“I still remember, that day you, Doctor, were busy from dusk until dawn.
In order not to let down your efforts, Doctor, I naturally have to try my best to survive.” “Heh—” Hearing Gwyn mention this, the corners of Mobius’s mouth couldn’t help but curl into a pleasant arc, but the words she spoke carried a tone unique to Mobius— “Little white mouse…
I still prefer the lively ones.” “Don’t always say things that are easy to misunderstand, Doctor.” Even though he was already accustomed to Mobius’s ‘changeable’ temperament, Gwyn still couldn’t help but retort.
However, the gentle gaze, as if looking at a child who hadn’t grown up, made Mobius feel an inexplicable emotion in her heart, making it difficult for her to even maintain the smile on her face.
“Rest well.” Leaving this sentence behind, Mobius turned and left, her footsteps carrying a hint of haste.
“Doctor, you should also take care to rest more.
I’m still waiting for you to cure me.” Gwyn smiled and watched Mobius leave.
“Hmph…” With a light hum that sounded like dissatisfaction or perhaps laughter, Mobius, who had already stepped one leg out of the door, turned her head, her eyes filled with seriousness— “Since I pushed you back from there, I won’t easily send you back again.” The voice was not loud, but it was resonant, as if stating her determination.
The door closed, leaving only Gwyn in the ward, and the smile on his face gradually faded— The worsening of the erosion symptoms in the report was not fake; it manifested as various pains coming from all over his body.
“It’s one thing to inexplicably transmigrate into the Honkai world, but to throw me into the Previous Era, and even have certain people from the Flame-Chasers treat me as an experimental subject, receiving a complimentary honkai sickness package…
I didn’t even win the lottery; I just got a double-yellow in the long night…
Fortunately, it was just a double-yellow draw, and I was rescued before dying in the laboratory, and I even met a relatively normal Mobius, otherwise I’m afraid I wouldn’t have waited for my golden finger to take effect.” Recalling everything he had experienced since transmigrating, Gwyn sighed.
An interface that only he could see appeared in his eyes, and progress bars jumped into his field of vision— Honkai Energy Erosion: 93% Golden Blood: 65% …
Ignoring the numerous entries below, Gwyn’s gaze swept over the Honkai Energy Erosion progress at the top, and fixed on the Golden Blood ranked second.
“I hope it can be faster.
With the Golden Blood that simulates Nanook’s Ember-Destroying Golden Blood, Honkai Energy, as a variant imaginary energy, shouldn’t be an issue in small quantities.” As his thoughts raced, Gwyn closed his eyes and silently chanted in his heart: ‘Link start!’ Instantly, a sense of weightlessness enveloped Gwyn, causing his muscles to tense instinctively.
Familiar with this process, Gwyn calmed his breathing and soon felt the sensation of his feet touching the ground.
When he was caught in the laboratory and soaked in Honkai Energy after transmigrating, Gwyn awakened this progress bar page, but he couldn’t do anything, only watching the Honkai Energy Erosion progress bar, symbolizing his death process, rise rapidly.
It wasn’t until Mobius pushed him back to the ward from the morgue that Gwyn, suspecting he had died again, discovered that his golden finger had loaded a new function— Through some unknown method, hacking into Amphoreus in the neighboring set across who knows how many light-years, sending Gwyn into it, and helping Gwyn accumulate the progress bar by freeloading on Lygus’s data.
The Golden Blood, which was more than halfway through, was obtained by Gwyn being drenched in Golden Blood spewed by a tragically dead Chrysos Heirs several times in Amphoreus.
Once the progress bar was full, the Golden Blood was redeemed, and after some development, Gwyn estimated that he could end this situation of getting a GG right after landing and truly begin to explore this familiar yet unfamiliar world.
Just as Gwyn was preparing to welcome the familiar Golden Blood face-smashing, and then being stabbed to death by a strange soldier, what came head-on was a gust of foul wind mixed with sand.
“Pfft…” Spitting out the sand in his mouth, Gwyn opened his eyes and saw that he was on a barren slope, the foul wind whipping up sand and stones.
“Hmm?” The scene before him made Gwyn a little stunned— “Where are the people?
Where is my big Chrysos Heirs?” This is like Stelle not starting at the space station, or the Tarnished not starting at the Chapel of Anticipation; it’s really confusing.
However, Gwyn is not Louis XVI after all, so he quickly recognized the reality and turned to run— “Awooo—” Shadows flickered in the withered forest, and a few skin-and-bone starving wolves rushed out, running toward Gwyn.
“This time there are no soldiers besieging the Chrysos Heirs, changed to starving wolves, right?
Even Little Gao next door knows to teach an attack/defense, and give a wooden club as a gesture…” Venting his surging emotions with his inner monologue, Gwyn ran with all his might.
His current body is a one-to-one replica of reality.
With severe honkai sickness symptoms, he only has a hospital gown on, so he cannot be a match for the starving wolves.
He can only hope to encounter a team of hunters after crossing the slope in front of him.
Soon, Gwyn climbed to the top of the slope and looked out.
There were no hunter squads, and no sturdy soldiers, only a thin, small figure walking alone on the road up the slope— “Run!
There are wolves!”