Volume Five Complete-Now I'm Going Bald from Thinking. / Sister Zero, You're Such a Terrible Teammate! ...

The golden prism spoke solemnly, gradually descending towards Kevin's chest, preparing to merge with the other half of the Honkai Will.

However, Kevin's remaining left hand held it in his palm, and a mocking sneer appeared on the man's ferocious face.

"I'm curious, what would happen if I guided two Honkai Will to collide within the Imaginary Space..."

"It will probably take a long time for him to regain his will and unleash the Honkai."

[God] fell into confusion and silence.

"I am immortal!"

"Threats are everywhere; you'll regret this choice..."

Kevin used his spatial abilities to sever the connection between the Honkai Will Crystal and the outside world, then walked step by step to Sirin and Zero, muttering to himself.

"I told you, you... are going to die today!"

In an instant, the space where Kevin was located was split into countless pieces like a shattered mirror. After layers of chaotic space overlapped, the six Herrscher Core exploded, turning everything into dust.

While all countries were busy dealing with a series of geological disasters, three pink and white flowers, nurtured by the Honkai energy, broke through the permafrost and quietly bloomed.

Meanwhile, the B-17 military fortress.

Valkyrie, YoRHa Unit, the Russian military, and other forces, each with their own agendas, marched in droves towards the scene of the incident, leaving the newly built city deserted and desolate.

In a house, the stirring "Heroic Symphony" was gradually coming to an end. A young girl with a bright green ponytail, who was hunched over her desk, trying to create new lyrics, tore them up and rewrote them repeatedly, clearly dissatisfied.

Immediately, she angrily swept all the manuscript papers onto the floor, her eyes filled with dejection and bitterness, and she couldn't help but cast a sullen glance at the pink-haired girl sleeping peacefully by the bedside.

At that moment, a crack appeared in the alley, and from the graveyard filled with dense, purplish-red crystals, the boy with thick eyebrows, drawn by the scent, slowly walked out and raised his hand to knock on the door.

However, just as his knuckles were about to touch the door, the girl inside the room, who had been watching Yuzuriha Inori with her chin resting on her hand, impatiently turned her head away.

That cold, imposing gaze seemed to pierce through layers of obstacles, penetrating deep into the soul of the tomb keeper and stirring up a storm within.

It's her! How could it be!

The gravedigger's heart pounded, and he scurried back into the cemetery as fast as he could, covering his ears and trembling.

Hmm! I've got it! That's the line!

The girl with long, emerald-green hair casually shooed away a fly, then refocused on writing lyrics. After finishing a satisfactory line, a slight smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

Hehe, humans are such interesting creatures...

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The Second Honkai Impact 3rd has finally come to a perfect end.

The next volume, The Holy Grail Chase.

Leaked information: A certain green-haired, sharp-tongued, and scheming woman will be making an appearance.

Chapter 411: Volume 5 is finished. Thinking about it makes me go bald.

Actually, I originally planned to write about the story after the Second Honkai, which would have been more popular, but deep down I still don't really like copying directly.

Furthermore, the tragedy of the Honkai Impact 3rd group originated from the Second Honkai. If we truly care about these characters, perhaps it would be better to start saving them from there.

This volume unfolds the entire world-building. The fourth volume serves as a prelude, while the fifth volume gradually unravels the mysteries and brings the story to a close, ultimately propelling Kevin to an invincible peak. However, at the very top, the glorious curtain will fall.

Thank you to all the friends who have been following this story.

I like innovation, I like change, I like saving lives, I love girls (but not necessarily possessing them all), and I reject tragedy.

So, I hope I haven't let these roles down.

Also, I think there's potential in dealing with the immortals; I could strengthen my wife's character. And what about the ruins of Dan Zhu and Cang Xuan? Let's start there.

Also, the pufferfish that needed to be beaten have been beaten, and some have already died once, you know what I mean.

Finally, Volume 6, The Holy Grail Chase (unrelated to Fate, but will definitely feature many familiar faces from other anime).

No special requirements, just vote and sign in after you've finished reading. Next volume, I'll continue with two volumes!

I'm not going to say anything more. I only slept four or five hours last night, and I didn't take a nap at noon. I'm pretty sleepy. I'm going to eat now. Who will go first?

Chapter 393, Section 412: Sister Zero, you're such a terrible teammate!

In the Middle East, where ethnic, national, and religious conflicts are intertwined, the flames of chaos and war seem perpetually unable to be extinguished.

On a major road leading to Damascus, ravaged by war and sparsely populated, a convoy of two military Humvees flanking a heavily armed truck moved forward in a grand procession.

Among the members were mostly white people, but there were also a few Arab guides. They chatted and talked along the way, clearly discussing the celebration after selling the goods.

"Boom!"

The Black driver ahead was fantasizing about finishing this job and then heading to a brothel in Eastern Europe to find some pretty women to relieve his lust when suddenly a violent explosion occurred, and the Hummer SUV, which had been airborne and rolled over, crashed to the ground.

"FUCK! Infantry mine!"

Just as the escort vehicles behind were cursing and preparing to turn around, two bullets accurately hit the wheels of the speeding Hummer, instantly paralyzing it and blocking the Hummer SUV on the road at the bottom of the valley.

The obese Black man, his head covered in blood, was trapped inside the deformed front of the car, struggling to move. He saw gasoline gushing out all around him, broke out in a cold sweat, and looked utterly desperate.

Just as he was considering whether to temporarily convert to Allah, the locked car door was violently pulled open, and the silver-haired boy who appeared out of nowhere used a dagger to cut the seatbelt and dragged him out.

Holy Maria, is this your angel? I am saved!

The Black man was overjoyed and was about to step forward to thank him when he saw the silver-haired boy grin, pull out the Silver Desert Eagle he had been given, and reveal two fangs.

"Sir, stand still, it's time to rob us!"

Ten minutes later, the men, their faces ashen, handed over their weapons and all the cash they had, then knelt down with their hands raised.

As for resistance? Ha! Have you ever seen a freak try to Tactical Sword? Have you ever seen a psychopath flip a fallen Hummer SUV over with their bare hands?

Have you ever experienced the despair of being hit by high-explosive grenades and rocket launchers one after another, only to find that the enemy hasn't even suffered a scratch?

Angels my foot! They're the real demons! A bunch of White Demon!

"Bang!"

"Pufferfish, can't you be a little more responsible? Stop eating and get me some food!"

"Besides, expired military chocolate might be okay for refugees to fill their stomachs, but it tastes terrible!"

The silver-haired boy slapped a purple-haired girl who was looking for food on the head, causing the monster who could break steel bars with his bare hands to obey with a wronged expression.

When he turned his head and saw another white braided sister happily carrying a stack of boxes onto her family's car, he felt a surge of disappointment.

"And you! You've only grown tall, but not smart!"

"These tents and civilian supplies are just decorations to hide military equipment; they're not valuable just because they're heavy! You're going to drive me crazy!"

The little girl with the white ponytail counted on her fingers how many times she had been spanked, and could only sullenly wave her fist at the boy before picking up the truly valuable prize below and continuing to act as the punching bag and porter.

The boy had an arrogant and domineering attitude, while he himself, under the guise of being on guard, climbed onto the roof of the car and lay down to sunbathe.

After working for a full half hour, the truck driver looked around impatiently, her thin red eyes slightly narrowed. Just before her patience ran out, the boy jumped into the passenger seat with a grin.

"Let's go! Time to sell the stolen goods!"

Only after the truck, carrying the three little devils, sped away did the group of adults shakily rise and look at each other in bewilderment.

It turns out that the legend of the "White Demon" on this road is true!

In a small Middle Eastern town, a truck was driving recklessly on the road, causing chaos. Bystanders were used to it and had no intention of holding anyone accountable.

"Two glasses of fruit wine, a plate of dates, prepare those for the two little girls outside..."

"Also, there's a discount today, right? My Big Sister had her eye on that bottle of brandy last time, so let's chill it first, and we'll drink it after we finish our business..."

The silver-haired boy, around ten years old, tapped on the table, seemingly quite familiar with the menacing, bearded boss.

Then, under the bearded man's gentle gaze, the boy pulled the silver-haired girl, whose eyes were glued to the brandy, and stepped into the private room.

Both parties took their seats, and the negotiations began.

"I've inspected the goods. How about 60% of the market price, considering depreciation and subsequent handling?"

"Zero, as a friend, I brought you a small gift today..."

The elegant woman opposite, dressed in a fitted suit, with silver hair and long eyelashes, put down the newspaper displaying the recent situation, blinked, and looked "sincere."

Then, the Vixen casually pushed a bottle of what looked like an expensive bottle of red wine, along with its box, next to the woman opposite her, who was also her best friend and business partner.

Zero licked her dry lips, glanced at the things on the table, and prepared to nod without hesitation.

However, the hand that reached for the wine glass to celebrate the successful deal was firmly held down by the silver-haired boy behind Zero.

"These are Russian goods that are 70% new. Firstly, they're easy to sell, and secondly, those naked rebels don't need any depreciation!"

"You're going too far with this haggling, Koko..."

Having known him for so long, I can tell you that this transport manager, who ranks high among the major arms dealers HCLI, is absolutely a ruthless and unscrupulous businessman who will devour anyone without a second thought.

After being ripped off a few times, the boy had long since figured out the woman's temperament and the market prices in the area.

"The two sides are currently negotiating, and whether or not a war will break out is still uncertain. The weapons are stuck in our hands, and they won't hold their value..."

"My men still need to eat, little Kevin..."

The boy named "Kevin" rolled his eyes and took over Zero's dominant position, refusing to give an inch.

"Don't try to fool me. We talk and fight, fight and talk. This kind of thing happens a few times every month. Don't you know that?"

"80% of the market price, no less!"

"And it's a friendly price! We're also working hard to earn our money, shouldn't we be more understanding?"

Arms Dealer Koko Hakumen was clearly more skilled in negotiation, showing no embarrassment at being exposed, and instead smilingly offered other terms.

"You guys are constantly taking advantage of me on the street, making it hard for me to do business, and now I have to clean up your messes for free..."

"Sixty percent of the market price is already very fair..."

"Playing the poor card, pulling strings, and using information scams—you've used them before, haven't you?" Kevin, already immune to such tactics, crossed his arms and watched the unscrupulous businesswoman's performance with a cold laugh, casually exposing her clumsy rhetoric.

"I've never robbed your convoy. You'd be thrilled to have someone help you fight off your competitors and expand your market share!"

"We deserve a lot of credit for establishing a foothold in the Middle East; we're already being generous by not asking you for your hard-earned money..."

"Seventy percent? No way, I'll find another trading partner..."

After a heated exchange, Koko had no choice but to raise the price by 65%.

Seeing that the stubborn little devil still wouldn't budge, the Vixen rolled her eyes and turned to her plastic best friend, Zero, who was sipping wine, her voice cloying.

"Seventy percent is fine, but I'm going on a long trip soon. How about I borrow him for a few days?"

The languid and aloof woman suddenly became wary and pulled the captive behind her.

"Six and a half percent, that's settled then, don't even think about it!"

"Make a deal!"

Seeing their hands clasped tightly together, Kevin slapped his forehead in Affliction, his eyes rolled back, and he cursed inwardly.

Sister Zero... you're such a terrible teammate!

P. S.: I really like Koko, no doubt about it, I'm joining.

Chapter 394, Section 413: Giving the Birds a Holiday!

After a round of enthusiastic hospitality, the sullen boy glared at the unscrupulous businesswoman Koko had flashed him a "V" sign, and reluctantly took the three drunkards home.

After finishing his chores, Kevin took a piece of beef jerky from the deli bag and tossed it to the rare silvery -Bluish-white Little Lizard on the table. Recalling his experiences over the years, he looked somewhat troubled.

About seven or eight years ago, he and that petty purple-haired girl woke up in the snow-covered Siberia permafrost.

At that moment, their minds went blank, and their memories seemed to have been wiped clean by something. Fortunately, they met this Big Sister named "Zero".

Judging from the nearby huts and various traces, Zero had lived in the area where they were born for a long time, seemingly waiting specifically for their arrival.