(T/N): I recently found another hsr fic and its a pretty fun read! But its giving me an absolute headache to translate.. but im planning on releasing that soon after I finish this fic (Or ill release it a bit before this fic ends) And I want some feedback if you all are interested, heres a short summary about the fic if ur curious: The MC was transmigrated into hsr, but the thing is she has no body of her own, but she can change her shape to other characters in hsr (She can only turn into them if she pulls them via gacha banners), she can also form a 'party' (Like when ur making a team in hsr) and the max is four characters, she can summon those characters (They all have their own consciousness). Anyways that's all ill say because id rather you guys find out more about it when you read it! So let me know what you guys think of it and if its worth releasing on webnovel
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Phainon gazed at Cyrene, and in her clear eyes, he saw his own silent reflection.
He instantly guessed the outcome that the so-called "purification" would bring her.
"You stay here."
Phainon's voice was devoid of any ripple, as if stating an established fact.
"The broadcast room is isolated by The Power of Years, making it the safest place right now."
He couldn't bear to lose someone again.
Never.
Not even in this false world.
Since "purifying the world" was the ultimate goal, he would just complete it himself.
Cyrene, hearing this, merely shook her head gently, a knowing, gentle smile still gracing her lips.
"But, Phainon."
Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable penetrating power.
"The key to purifying the world lies in purifying the 'pollution' left by Zandar."
"And that 'pollution' will only pursue you, the biggest 'anomaly'."
She took a step forward, looking directly into Phainon's eyes.
"If I stay here, I will indeed be safe."
"But then, you'll never find the target that needs to be purified, will you?"
Her words were watertight, turning her "following" from a request to be protected into a necessary condition for Phainon to achieve his goal.
Phainon's pupils suddenly contracted.
He knew she was telling the truth.
He also knew that this might be the only path to the end that she had prepared for herself.
"So, shall we look for it together?"
As she spoke, Cyrene clasped her hands behind her back, tilted her head, and playfully winked at Phainon.
Phainon said nothing more.
He spun around abruptly, his gaze falling upon the unconscious Elio.
Since he couldn't refuse, he could only find another possible way to break the situation before the "price" was paid!
"First priority, wake up Elio."
Phainon's voice returned to absolute calm, countless clues colliding and connecting in his mind.
"He is the Scriptwriter of this world, and also the core target of Zandar. Once he wakes up, we can get more crucial information."
Mydei nodded solemnly: "How do we wake him up? I've tried; physical methods don't work."
In Phainon's mind, an elegant yet dangerous figure flashed past.
A woman equally terrifyingly clear-headed.
"Go find Kafka."
He made his decision.
"She should have a way."
With the decision made, the trio no longer delayed.
Cyrene waved her slender hand, and the water curtain isolating the space dissipated.
Mydei once again secured Elio firmly, instinctively moving a step closer to Cyrene, incorporating the protection of this seemingly delicate girl into his duties.
"Don't worry too much about me." Cyrene saw through his thoughts and said with a smile.
"I also have ways to protect myself; you just need to… protect our Mr. Scriptwriter."
Her words carried a hint of lightness, yet made Mydei feel an unignorable confidence.
"Mhm." Mydei nodded slightly, a silent acknowledgment.
Phainon walked at the very front, his greatsword, Invasion Dawn, reappearing in his hand, their golden blade reflecting his cold eyes, ready to face the endless enemies outside the door.
However, the moment they stepped out of the broadcast room, the anticipated ambush did not come.
The entire studio had returned to a deathly silence.
The surging tide of the Heavenly Punishment Legion and the Black Tide creations had vanished without a trace.
"What's going on?" Mydei frowned, "Fleeing without a fight?"
Phainon didn't answer.
His gaze fell on the floor and walls of the hall.
Traces of a battle remained there.
This aura… Phainon furrowed his brows.
Too familiar.
The handiwork of the Antimatter Legion.
The unique mark left by creations embodying "destruction"!
If the Antimatter Legion appeared here… that would mean… "Nanook…" Phainon uttered the name in a low voice.
Cyrene's expression also changed slightly, instantly understanding the implication, "He also 'woke up'?"
"Mhm." Phainon's eyes were grave, "And, he has also entered the game!"
And, he has also entered the game!
If Erudition treated this world as a chessboard, coldly calculating all possibilities.
Then Nanook was the madman who kicked over the chessboard, wanting to see everything burn to ashes!
Phainon suppressed the turbulent thoughts in his mind.
The situation had become unprecedentedly complex.
They not only had to face the indiscriminate attacks of Zandar, who had transformed into the World Will after his mutation.
They also had to guard against a Stellaron of Destruction who could personally intervene at any moment.
However, amidst the crisis, there was not necessarily no turning point.
Phainon recalled the name Elio had uttered.
"Lan…"
If Lan could appear, he would become their strongest ally.
Now, all clues were broken; the only breakthrough lay with the unconscious Elio.
"Let's go."
Phainon cut off all distracting thoughts, his goal becoming incredibly clear.
"First, let's go to Himeko's coffee shop. Kafka is most likely there; that's our only way out right now."
The trio no longer lingered, following the huge hole blasted open by Mydei, leaving the Genesis Vortex Studio and stepping onto the once again silent streets.
This time, they encountered no further resistance.
On the empty street, only the sound of their footsteps echoed, each step like a drumbeat counting down to the apocalypse, suffocatingly oppressive.
— —
At the same time.
In Himeko's coffee shop, the air was filled with the rich aroma of red wine and the smell of gunpowder.
Behind the bar, Kafka's figure leaned languidly, a glass of crimson wine held between her fingers.
"Bodies" piled up like mountains by her high heels.
A "pseudo-human" with a gaping hole in their chest twitched their fingers, struggling to prop up their broken body.
Kafka didn't even bother to look down.
She merely smiled, extending an index finger towards that direction.
"Shh…"
Her voice was soft, carrying a seductive quality, "Naughty children will have nightmares, you know."
The moment her words fell, she deftly flipped her wrist.
A cold MAC-10 submachine gun slid into her palm.
Da da da —!
The rapid burst of gunfire tore through the silence, bringing this solo act to a halt.
Kafka brought the wine glass to her lips, her movements elegant.
Ding-a-ling —
The wind chimes at the door rang crisply, without any wind.
Kafka's movements paused, and she raised her eyes to look at the empty doorway.
She put down her wine glass, the curve of her lips becoming playful.
"Since you're already here, why not come in for a drink? Don't worry, today's drinks… are on me."
The wind chimes suddenly fell silent.
Countless stiff figures surged from the shadows on all sides, converging into a black tide that swallowed everything, frantically rushing towards the small coffee shop.
However, facing this apocalyptic scene, Kafka's face showed no ripple of emotion.
She watched with keen interest, as if awaiting the opening of a good show.
Suddenly.
A deafening roar erupted from outside the coffee shop door!
Golden fist winds and golden sword light intertwined into a field of death, expanding wildly outwards with the coffee shop entrance as their center.
In just a few breaths, the wave, which would have driven an army to despair, was forcibly cleared by the two, creating an absolute "safe zone."
Phainon and Mydei simultaneously retreated into the shop, placing the unconscious Elio and the calm-faced Cyrene in a corner.
Mydei said nothing more, turning to block the doorway, isolating all the chaos outside.
Inside the coffee shop, a strange quietness returned.
Kafka leaned against the bar, watching the scene with interest.
Cyrene's gaze swept over the chaotic battlefield, finally settling on the dangerous and charming woman.
"Miss Kafka." Cyrene spoke first, a gentle smile on her face, "Long time no see, you are still so elegant and charming."
Kafka chuckled at Cyrene's words, her gaze shifting to the unconscious Elio in the corner.
"So, Phainon took him to come find you?"
She asked, feigning ignorance, "But why did he end up like this?"
Cyrene still smiled, her clear eyes already seeing through everything, "Regarding the direction of the script, I think… you should know better than all of us, shouldn't you?"
She put down her red wine glass, the smile on her lips unfathomably deep, "Elio said you are very good at seeing through people's hearts; it seems he wasn't wrong."
Just at the most subtle moment of their clashing auras.
Phainon's figure emerged from the shadows, directly cutting between them.
"You have a way to wake Elio. Don't you?"
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(T/N): Also I forgot to mention but the MC's name IS in chinese (Its Xing Che). And yes I know Xing is 'stelle' but im not sure about the 'Che' part, should I keep her as Xing Che? Or do you guys have any other ideas on what I should call the MC...