“Honestly, seeing these Voidrangers actually puts me at ease.”
Mr.
Yang swung his cane.
Pale golden Imaginary energy swirled along the metal shaft.
A golden rift tore through the void, and the last Voidranger was executed on the spot.
Ye Cang’s eyes lit up.
Isn’t this exactly what I was waiting for?
Although it wasn’t an ultimate move, temporarily replicating a few small skills for self-defense was still very necessary.
So he quietly raised his palm and lightly grasped toward Mr.
Yang’s back.
Imagination: Right Hand of Memory, activate!
Ding
A light sound rang in his mind.
Invisible Imaginary energy surged into his body.
Ye Cang’s lips curled slightly.
Got it.
–+–
[Void Breaker (Replica)]
Description: Deal Imaginary DMG to a single enemy and deal 2 additional instances of DMG.
When the attack hits, there is a chance to reduce the speed of the attacked enemy target for 2 turns.
Owner: Welt Yang.
–+–
Suppressing the urge to immediately test it out, he coughed lightly and picked up Mr.
Yang’s topic: “Since there are so many goons here, it means the danger on the space station hasn’t reached an uncontrollable level.
What we mainly need to guard against is still the [Folly] meme.”
March raised her eyebrows and complained: “I’ve been wanting to say this for a while.
Wouldn’t it be better to just call it the idiot meme…
cough!
Never mind.”
“It’s just a name.” Dan Heng was relatively supportive of Ye Cang on this point.
He said calmly: “Since Ye Cang discovered the nature of this meme, according to academic convention, he has the right to name it first.
Even calling it the [Ye Cang] meme wouldn’t be unreasonable.”
“Don’t.
I don’t want to use my own name to name something like this.”
Ye Cang smiled slightly and spread his hands: “The name [Folly] actually has a basis.
In my hometown, legend speaks of a supreme Outer God.
Their essence is chaos, blindness, folly, and indescribability.
They are forever in slumber, and the world we live in, along with every creature in it, is nothing more than a dream of this Outer God.”
(T/N: Talking about Azathoth here.)
“Once They awaken, the world will be destroyed.”
“Yikes!” March shrank her neck like a frightened kitten.
“That sounds terrifying!”
Mr.
Yang, walking at the front of the group, slowed his pace and fell in beside Ye Cang.
He turned his head: “Your description of that Outer God…
sounds somewhat like a derivative work based on the Aeon of Nihility [IX].
And as far as I know, no Aeon in the galaxy has authority powerful enough to view the world as a dream.”
Himeko smiled and teased: “Perhaps it’s a fusion of the [Nihility] and [Remembrance] Aeons.
And ‘indescribable’ relates to [Enigmata].”
Dan Heng gave a concise summary: “An Aeon hotpot.”
Ye Cang’s mouth twitched.
So the original sounds like a copy of the thing that copied it.
What kind of nonsense is this?
Before he had come into contact with Honkai: Star Rail, he had always felt that the concept of Aeons was quite similar to the Outer Gods of Lovecraftian myth.
He had just mentioned it casually, partly to ease the group’s tense atmosphere.
Human beings, once they start chatting, really do tend to toss aside worries, tension, and fear.
“Next, we…” March started but hesitated.
Himeko closed the holographic map on her watch and nodded: “Let’s go to the master control cabin.
If there are any survivors, they should be there.”
She said, turning to look at the fork at the end of the corridor bridge.
“If I remember correctly, it’s…
this direction.”
The group of five began moving toward the master control cabin under the Navigator’s lead.
In an unnoticed corner, a pitch-black figure emerged from the shadows.
Her face was blurred, as if erased by some supreme power.
She wore an ordinary researcher’s coat.
Her gaze calmly swept over the backs of the Nameless, then drifted toward the distant starry sky.
After a long moment, she murmured, “Genius Society #83, Herta.
Where…
exactly are you hiding?”
Click
A crisp sound interrupted the woman’s thoughts.
She slowly turned.
Her gaze landed on a humanoid Intellitron that had appeared on the platform at some unknown time.
The humanoid Intellitron wore a brown gentleman’s suit and a matching bowler hat.
Dressed impeccably, his metallic, matte-finished face bore a monocle beside a pair of high-tech bionic electronic eyes, serving as a purely optional classical ornament.
“Genius Society #76, Screwllum.” The woman spun the gleaming silver scalpel in her hand, casually twirling a graceful flourish.
She spoke calmly, “You are not my target.
Do not seek your own death.”
“Lady Polka.” Screwllum placed his metal arm across his chest and bowed slightly, performing a standard gentleman’s salute.
“I believe there must be a misunderstanding.
Although Lady Herta’s transgression brought ‘contamination,’ it also made us aware of Nous’s current state.”
“The Genius Society should not be enemies.
We should explore a solution to the ‘contamination’ together.”
“You are wrong, Screwllum.” The woman’s gaze passed over the Intellitron’s body, looking toward a flickering red star in the starry sky behind him.
She slowly said, “The eldritch calamity cannot be eradicated, nor is it reversible.
This is the answer Nous gave me.”
Screwllum’s form trembled.
The gears inside his torso emitted a low creaking sound.
“So that ‘contamination’ is called the ‘eldritch calamity.'”
He repeated the name.
The computing units within his body spun at high speed.
In the end, he still blocked the woman’s path.
He said in a low voice, “Thank you for the intelligence, Lady.
But please forgive me.
Whether as Genius Society #76 or as Lady Herta’s friend, I must stop you from going further.”
The woman, half-hidden in darkness, seemed unsurprised.
Her lips curled slightly.
Instead, she became unexpectedly excited, like a fanatical rioter.
“Come on then.
If you can!”
“Once I pry open your mechanical head, your memory units will naturally tell me where #83 is!”
Before the woman could act, the Intellitron gentleman raised his palm first and snapped his fingers crisply.
“Negotiations have broken down.
How regrettable, Lady.”
“Next, please taste a greeting from Planet Screwllum.”
In the woman’s deep, dark eyes, the crimson dot shining in the night sky rapidly expanded, transforming into a blazing pillar of light spanning the stars.
It instantly occupied her entire vision, swallowing her body in red light!
Silent and soundless.