Extra 1: The eve of a cosplay transmigration (?) 1

"Boo-hoo, why did you have to hurt me with so much angst?"

Bai Tang had just stepped out of the changing room, the hem of her outfit still deliberately left a little disheveled, when a slender figure suddenly lunged at her.

She was a gorgeous woman wearing a white wig streaked with blue, red contact lenses, and a short skirt packed with details.

She bent her knees into a half-crouch and wrapped both arms tightly around Bai Tang's right leg, pressing her cheek against her smooth thigh. She let out a series of soft, utterly fake sobs, deliberately making them sound sweet and pitiful, but not a single tear fell.

"OOC."

Bai Tang could barely stand to look. The cosplayer had such a beautiful face, and her Jingliu cosplay was quite accurate, yet here she was hugging Bai Tang's leg and sobbing. It was unbelievably out of character, and truly painful to watch.

It was like your stern homeroom teacher suddenly hugging your leg and fake-crying one day. Seriously horrifying!

The Jingliu cosplayer turned serious in an instant and asked solemnly:

"Baiheng, what happened to you?"

Bai Tang replied coldly with a single word: "You."

The Jingliu cosplayer seemed used to Bai Tang giving one- or two-word answers, and she understood what Bai Tang meant. She spun around in front of her:

"Hehe, I'm cosplaying Jingliu going mad after Baiheng died and becoming a Lord Ravager. The official IF storyline spells it all out."

Bai Tang stayed silent, with no telling what she was thinking. The Jingliu cosplayer ignored her coldness and continued chattering:

"Speaking of which, you really fit your version of Baiheng. The sunny, cheerful Baiheng has gone quiet, her clothes are all torn up, and she has wounds that won't heal. The others are definitely going to cry their hearts out when they see you. Haha, I can't wait to see their faces!"

"What can't you wait for, senior sister?"

A Dan Feng cosplayer carrying a broken horn walked over and greeted them both with a smile. When he saw Bai Tang's outfit, he was stunned.

"Junior sister, you went even harder than I did. Careful, or you might transmigrate as your cosplay!"

The Dan Feng cosplayer's outfit was straightforward too: Dan Feng in the middle of his Scale-Shedding Art punishment, with only a few scales left on his tail. He had added a few personal headcanons to make Dan Feng look even more pitiful and appealing to dote on.

But even that was nothing compared to Bai Tang's Baiheng. Just look at her: blood and dust covered her hair and tail. Honestly, Bai Tang had really gone hard on herself. Wasn't she afraid security would stop her?

When Bai Tang heard the words "transmigrate as your cosplay," nobody noticed the ears on her head twitch unnaturally, like those of a living creature. They quickly went still again, as though it had been an illusion.

"Senior brother, senior sister, junior sister, I brought junior brother."

The Yingxing cosplayer and the Jing Yuan cosplayer arrived together. Of the five, the Yingxing cosplayer ranked third, with one man and one woman above him and another man and woman below him.

All five were students of the same teacher, and when they asked around, they discovered they all played Honkai: Star Rail (?). Today, they had hit it off and decided to cosplay the High-Cloud Quintet for fun.

The Yingxing cosplayer's outfit was normal: white hair, purple eyes, the proud and arrogant genius Hundred Forgers Yingxing—the disciple of General Huaiyan who had never experienced Baiheng's death and could do as he pleased at the Artisanship Commission.

The Jing Yuan cosplayer had dressed as General Jing Yuan. He absolutely loved Yanqing, so he had cosplayed Yanqing's master, General Jing Yuan, just so he could catch Yanqing cosplayers at the convention.

"My youngest junior sister will be an adult in a few days, right? Boo-hoo, is this the world of geniuses? When I was her age, I was still preparing for the college entrance exam, but she's already been taken on by our teacher as a graduate student."

The Jingliu cosplayer was at it again. This senior sister had a strange personality, but it had to be said, she was pretty fun.

"Aren't you afraid someone will post you on a callout account?"

The Yingxing cosplayer took one look at Bai Tang and asked in shock. Even they didn't dare do anything so outlandish, for fear of being called out for being OOC. Actually, even if their cosplays were accurate, those idiots would still nitpick.

But Bai Tang's was so conspicuous that she could easily be called out.

"Oh."

Bai Tang was indifferent.

What a joke. Nobody could cosplay someone perfectly, especially Baiheng. If someone really looked exactly like her, she'd have to go over and get a taste.

When it came to resemblance, nobody but Baiheng herself could beat her. If anyone said otherwise, they were blind.

"Don't talk about depressing stuff. Come on, let's go have fun at the convention."

The Jing Yuan cosplayer couldn't wait to get inside.

The convention was pretty crowded. Apart from the professional cosplayers invited by the organizers, their group could be said to have the most accurate cosplays there. No, Bai Tang was the most accurate one.

At a convention, besides enjoying the performances and buying merch, the most important things were making new friends, trading freebies, collecting photos with cosplayers, and... putting on silly acts.

As the most accurate Baiheng cosplayer, and the one with the most tragic backstory, Bai Tang was dragged into a coffin by her senior brothers and sister, who had her hold a black-and-white photo of a smiling Baiheng and began wailing (?).

The Dan Feng cosplayer wailed: "Dragon Transformation, activate!"

The Jingliu cosplayer wailed: "Baiheng is dead. I no longer care to distinguish right from wrong. Take my sword!"

The Yingxing cosplayer wailed: "Brother Dan Feng! I'll lend you a hand!"

The Jing Yuan cosplayer wailed: "Stop! Don't fight anymore! You won't kill each other like this! If you want to fight, go fight in the dance studio!"

A certain professional cosplayer who had provided the coffin clutched his cross necklace and began his ritual:

"Although I killed her, you still have me..."

"You shill! Die!" × n

Bai Tang: "..." Her eyes were vacant. She had no idea why she was playing along with this bunch of idiots.

In any case, these people had already let loose.

"There's a streamer over there gathering people cosplaying Honkai: Star Rail characters. Want to go?"

After their act, the Dr. Ratio cosplayer with the coffin joined the five of them, dragging the wheeled coffin along as he spoke with a laugh.

The Jingliu cosplayer was eager to try. "Shall we take a look?"

Bai Tang wore an indifferent expression as the lively Jingliu cosplayer dragged her along, supposedly to broaden her junior sister's horizons.

The six of them headed together to the place where people cosplaying Honkai: Star Rail characters were gathering for a big group photo.

For certain reasons (I was nearly furious to death), I can't write the main story, so I'll write some extras for now. The extras about the eve of the transmigration will probably be around five chapters. Once my package arrives, I'll be able to continue writing.