Being a Cosplay Master in the World of Honkai Impact 3rd

Just like the superheroes in movies, who had all sorts of cool abilities to defeat their enemies.

That alone was enough to make her impatient to give it a try!

Even if she had not officially obtained that power yet.

Kiana would definitely go, Mei swiftly came to her conclusion.

Kiana was absolutely impossible to stop. Once that stubborn girl set her mind on something, she would definitely do it. And Kiana was a woman of action.

The kind of person who would charge in first and figure things out afterward.

"Bronya, go with Kiana and see what's happening," Mei said. "I'll go find Teacher Himeko."

"Rumble—rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble—"

No sooner had Mei finished speaking than another explosion erupted—not just one, but a string of explosions. The windows shattered, the outer walls were blown apart, and smoke and dust billowed everywhere.

"Bronya understands. Bronya hopes Kiana will not hold Bronya back."

Bronya also knew that the situation did not look good.

This did not seem like ordinary terrorists causing trouble. If this continued, St. Freya Academy would need major repairs!

Whether Kiana could actually be of any help or not, it was still far better than doing nothing!

"Got it!"

Kiana, who had long been unable to hold herself back, dashed toward the teaching building in a flash. Mei hurried off to find Himeko and Siegfried. If she could find Cecilia, it would be even better to bring her along.

In any case, Mei felt that whoever was making trouble here was definitely no ordinary person.

Kiana and Bronya might not be enough to stop them.

They had to find the teachers!

Kiana ran incredibly fast, without giving the matter much thought. This might have been her first battle, and she was so excited that she had completely forgotten she had no Valkyrie armor and was unarmed.

She did not even wait for Bronya's support.

Anyway, charging in was the right move.

Familiar with the academy grounds, the moment she entered the teaching building, she ran straight toward where the explosions had come from.

Fortunately, there were not many students at school at this hour. Otherwise, the explosions would have quickly drawn a crowd and blocked Kiana's path. Based on the direction of the earlier explosions, she quickly picked the shortest route and ran toward it.

Before she even got there—

"Waaah, waaah, waaah! I really didn't do it on purpose!"

Before she reached the scene, she heard a strange voice apologizing frantically. The shouting and panting came from right in front of her, just around the next corner!

Kiana immediately stopped.

She knew she was already very close to whoever was causing the destruction! Maybe she needed to be a little careful now!

The moment Kiana stopped, she saw a boy in a white uniform scrambling out from around the corner. He looked utterly panicked.

He was so frantic that he nearly ran straight into Kiana!

Kiana shifted slightly aside, making room for the flustered fellow who had completely lost his composure to pass.

"You are..."

As she looked at the red-haired boy in a white naval uniform and saw how bedraggled he was, an even stronger feeling of disgust rose in her heart.

"You're from the navy?"

She had already heard about it. Looking at his attire now, he really must have been from the navy.

So this was the captain the navy had parachuted in?

He was seriously embarrassing.

"Hey! You're from the navy, right?" Kiana called after him. "What happened that scared you into this state? How embarrassing!"

"Looking at how weak and pathetic you are, you really are navy!"

"You have no shame at all!"

When Kiana called out to him, the red-haired navy boy actually stopped. It seemed whatever was chasing him had not caught up yet, but he still said anxiously, "Running away may be shameful, but it works!"

"And I'm not running away! This is a tactical retreat! Do you know what a tactical retreat is?!" the redheaded kid forced out an argument. "If I had a way to deal with it, I wouldn't be running."

Even though his explanation sounded so flimsy that it was downright embarrassing.

But he had no choice!

As a proud member of the People's Navy, he did not want to turn around and flee in the face of a powerful enemy. He also wanted to uphold the People's Army's glorious spirit: fearing neither death, hardship, nor exhaustion.

But everything had its limits!

Even the librarian had once said, Fight if you can win; run if you can't. A temporary retreat is not shameful!

Besides, with the trouble he had caused himself, rushing in to fight her would only be even more troublesome!

"You're from here..." The red-haired boy looked Kiana over and asked, barely managing to stay calm.

"Listen up! I am a Trainee Valkyrie!" Kiana immediately held her head high and puffed out her chest, declaring proudly and confidently, "An outstanding student of St. Freya Academy."

"The first batch of Valkyrie candidates, the eldest daughter of the Kaslana family!"

"Kiana Kaslana!"

"Alright! I know who you are." The Redhead said anxiously, "I'm from the Navy's Bincheng Naval Academy..."

"Ahhh~ I know you're with the Navy." Kiana said impatiently. "Get to the point."

"What exactly happened?"

Seriously, is no one willing to listen to me finish introducing myself? the Redhead grumbled inwardly. But seeing that Kiana intended to handle this matter, he decided not to fuss over it.

"There was a tiny accident." The Redhead spread his hands. "It was only supposed to be a joke."

"I saw that tuft of hair on her head and thought it looked pretty interesting, so I wanted to joke around and get closer to her."

"Yeah, maybe it was a little rude."

"I never expected her to get so angry!"

"I really didn't use any force." The Redhead gestured as he spoke anxiously. "Really! I only lightly—very lightly—barely used any strength to tug it a little."

"I really didn't know it would come off just like that!"

Kiana found the tuft of hair in the Redhead's hand somewhat familiar.

That length, that color.

"You pulled out my Mother's hair..."

RUMBLE!

Before Kiana could finish speaking, a thunderous blast erupted behind her! The massive roar and the blood-red pillar of light nearly stole every color from before her eyes in that instant.

She was sent flying, light as a leaf, swaying helplessly amid the gusts kicked up by the explosion.

She rose, swayed, fell, then let the stones thrown into the air rain down on her body.

Oh~my~God!

Kiana instantly sobered up. This power! This oppressive feeling! This despair was absolutely not something one could fully experience in simulated combat! There had been despair during simulation training, and there had been pressure too!

But that had been her dad. He wouldn't kill her.

Nor would he pressure her to the point of despair.

It was more about letting her experience what power truly meant!

At the most critical moment, he would control his strength, hold back enough not to hurt her, and give her sufficient time to dodge.

But this was different!

Without warning, utterly unrestrained, filled with killing intent!

Only then did Kiana realize something!

Charging out to play the hero was absolutely nothing like it was in the movies. Her enemies would not be like those movie villains who seemed terrified that the protagonist might not be able to defeat them.

They would not conveniently become stupid or go easy on her.

This was a real battle!

They had come to kill! They would show no mercy and spare no one!

She tried to crawl up, but when she attempted to stand straight, she suddenly realized her legs had gone weak! She could not stand at all.

She looked at the Redhead, who was retreating again and again.

She suddenly realized that she might not even be as good as the Redhead. He really was running away, but she seemed so frightened right now that she did not even have the courage to run!

"This lady! This lady!" Kiana braced herself against the wall and struggled to push herself up from the ground.

"This lady is going to become an incredibly powerful S-rank Valkyrie!"

"How could I possibly lose here!"

"No matter who you are." Kiana turned around and faced the enemy who was about to emerge from the corner, roaring, "This lady will defeat you..."

"Ah?!"

Before Kiana could finish, her declaration abruptly twisted into a question.

She was here! She was here!

She walked over from there, carrying a red spear!

She!

"Mother?!" Kiana stared at the figure in confusion, almost unwilling to believe it.

It was still that face she had already come to recognize and grow familiar with, but those originally blue eyes had turned pale gold. There was not the slightest trace of life in those beautiful eyes. No anger, no sadness, no emotion of any kind could be seen within them. They were mechanical and cold, like a machine.

Her once-golden hair had lost its luster and turned off-white.

The cleaning uniform she wore had also been completely dyed black.

She carried a crimson spear, taking one step, then another.

She was filled with an aura of oppression and slaughter.

She slowly walked toward her!

What...

What the hell was going on?!

Clang Clang Clang, Time for Greening!

"Mom..."

Kiana cried out in anxiety, almost despair!

She had never imagined something like this would happen. Although her mother was not as gentle as she had imagined, nor had they shared the warm moments she had longed for, and her mother had even explicitly rejected her, saying she was not her mother.

Kiana had wondered what reason could make her mother unwilling to acknowledge her.

She had also guessed at what reason could give her mother so many strange identities.

Yet she had never imagined that one day, she would stand against her mother as an enemy.

Nor had she ever imagined that those bright, beautiful eyes could be as merciless as they were today. She was very different from Bronya, who seemed emotionless. Though Bronya appeared expressionless, she still had feelings deep down.

Bronya was simply not good at expressing them. In the depths of her eyes, one could still see that pure and sincere emotion.

But her mother was different now.

It was as though she had completely lost every trait and emotion that made her human. She was like the purest killing machine, with not the slightest emotion belonging to a "human" in her eyes.

No matter who stood before her, she would crush them and kill her way through without hesitation.

There was no mercy, no wavering, not even the slightest pause.

Just like the spear in her hand, gleaming with an eerie crimson light, she turned everything into slaughter. No description was needed—this was the simplest kind of slaughter.

She walked over and pierced your chest with that spear, puncturing your heart.