Someone in the Multiverse, Transformed into Fu Hua at the Start Chapter 5

"Navigator, how should I put this...?" Amber's expression didn't change at all, but inside she felt a bit lost.

[Counter Force]

"It's the Counter Force," Amber said.

"I see. Apologies for the redundant question." Roman's expression also remained unchanged, as if he'd already known this. What he truly wanted to say came in the second half: "As you can see, we currently lack the power to oppose a god. Ritsuka is an excellent Master, and Mash is an excellent Servant, but the gap in their Spirit Bases makes this distance impossible to bridge."

"So, could I ask you to temporarily assist Chaldea's operations?"

"I can't guarantee I'll be by your side at all times," Amber said honestly. "But if you run into danger, I won't look the other way."

After all, they were basically the protagonist team. No matter how she looked at it, helping the main cast aligned with both her personality and her mood.

This should also raise her Recognition, right? Either way, it was a win-win.

"Thank you for your assurance." Roman nodded.

Da Vinci breathed a slight sigh of relief. Bringing this up at such a moment—if the other party had any ill feelings or hidden intentions and suddenly lashed out, it would've been trouble.

As Roman had said, they had no power to fight a god right now, and the Crimson Kite Immortal, who possessed that power, was equally beyond their ability to contend with.

Ritsuka smiled happily when he heard Amber's agreement, then clenched his fist. "Thank you! You're a huge help!"

"We've got a strong and reliable ally joining us." Mash had already considered Amber one of their own, but now that it was official, she smiled at Ritsuka with equal joy.

Everyone liked being looked at with admiration, and Amber was no exception. But right now, she was more interested in her new toy, thinking about the various wonderful uses of Feathered Dust. After the communication ended, Amber simply said goodbye to everyone and returned to her room alone, planning to study Feathered Dust thoroughly.

With the Navigator's help, she'd already learned to use the intangible power within her—Honkai Energy.

Using Feathered Dust meant controlling Honkai Energy to activate it. It sounded a bit abstract, but when she actually tried, she found it was much simpler than a beginner wielding a weapon. On her very first attempt, she extended her consciousness into the interior of Feathered Dust.

But what she saw inside made the excited Amber freeze.

Its interior wasn't empty. Instead, a single tattered, incredibly faint consciousness floated there.

"Is this... the Immortal?"

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Chapter 10: Fu Hua's Shattered Worldview

Amber never expected to encounter this consciousness bearing the Immortal's appearance here, and in her current form as the Crimson Kite Immortal—the Blazing Feather armor.

'Na...Navigator? What's going on?'

[This system is a Gacha System. All items drawn are replicas of the original items. Character cards are information recorded from the original characters in the world.]

'Huh? So this is the original Immortal's Feathered Dust? Then what time period is this Feathered Dust from?' Amber asked aloud, but she already had a guess in her heart: 'Is it... the era when the Herrscher of Reason was born?'

If it was just that era, it wouldn't be a big deal. But if this was the Feathered Dust from Kevin's hands, that would be interesting.

[The system does not pass off inferior goods as quality ones. Please rest assured, Host.]

'Is that so...?' Amber was still a bit skeptical, but since the Navigator said so, she relaxed.

As long as it wasn't Kevin's Feathered Dust, it was fine. Aside from that one, the consciousness inside other Feathered Dusts wasn't even really a consciousness—just a fragment of memory meant to block others from prying. Only the one in Kevin's hands held the true Immortal's consciousness.

She really liked her fictional waifus, but if she actually met one and had to talk to them, with her personality, she'd probably leave a terrible impression.

Not to mention she was currently wearing the other's appearance—something she'd have a hard time explaining.

[This is not a single Feathered Dust feather. It is a complete Feathered Dust, fully integrated by the system from all its feathers. The timeline is the moment the Herrscher of Reason was born.]

'...'

'So, the one in front of me isn't a fragment of memory, but the real Immortal?'

[Yes.]

The Navigator gave a confirmation, its inorganic voice continuing: [Due to the Host's current state, the system specifically selected the timeline that can provide the Host with the greatest assistance.]

...Well, that part was true.

Amber understood Fu Hua well. She knew she was a good person, and how hard she'd worked for humanity's survival. If she learned about Amber's current situation and the difficulties she faced, she'd undoubtedly spare no effort to help... but could she at least consider Amber's feelings?!

No matter how flustered she felt inside, Amber couldn't bear to watch her fictional waifu drift aimlessly like a rootless weed inside Feathered Dust.

Without hesitation, she directly channeled True Qi, pouring power into the floating consciousness.

With the full power of the Crimson Kite Immortal at her peak, the True Qi that the fourth layer of Sword Heart could mobilize was both inexhaustible and torrential for Amber. In just a few seconds, it exceeded the total capacity an ordinary Herrscher could hold.

Such vast True Qi naturally had a good effect.

Amber could feel the other's presence growing more solid. Finally, at a certain moment, the white-haired Immortal, who had been closing her eyes, opened them.

'My... my fictional waifu is awake!'

"Fictional waifu?" The white-haired Immortal found the term unfamiliar. She knew what "fictional" meant, and she knew what "waifu" meant, but together it was strange. Still, from the context, she could tell it referred to her.

'Eh? My thoughts were heard...?'

Amber was startled by this.

"It is not my intention to eavesdrop on your thoughts." Seeing that the girl before her bore no ill will, Fu Hua's furrowed brow relaxed, and her tone was soothing: "Being within the space of consciousness that is Feathered Dust, if one does not deliberately conceal their thoughts, it is normal for you and me, sharing the same consciousness space, to hear each other's thoughts."

"L-like that?" Amber wasn't very familiar with things not mentioned in the story, so she simply nodded.

"Please, miss, could you tell me where we are right now? Why is Feathered Dust in your hands? And why can't I sense anything beyond Feathered Dust?"

Fu Hua was naturally grateful to the young woman who had saved her, but at this moment, she inexplicably felt a decline in her control over Feathered Dust, to the point where she couldn't even perceive what was happening outside of it.

"Uh... we're in Uruk right now." Amber didn't know how to explain at first, but soon she realized something was off—why was Fu Hua calling her "miss"? Didn't she have any questions about her appearance?

"The appearance within Feathered Dust is generally a person's truest form, after all, this is a space of consciousness." Fu Hua, knowing nothing about Amber, assumed Amber's appearance was somehow flawed and patiently explained, then asked, "What is Uruk?"

Amber looked down and saw that she was now dressed in modern clothes, with black hair, and couldn't see her own feet—clearly her own body.

"Ah... it's the kingdom ruled by King Gilgamesh, around 3100 BCE." While thinking about how Feathered Dust could explain anything, Amber answered.

Now it was Fu Hua's turn to be baffled.

"As for Feathered Dust..." Amber hated her own poor communication skills and could only say, "How about... Immortal, you just look directly at my memories?"

"Look at your memories?"

Fu Hua was even more confused. She had seen frank people before, but never someone this open—offering her memories outright. Even knowing her former reputation as the Crimson Kite Immortal, trusting her so completely at first meeting was hard to fathom.

Amber, however, didn't overthink it. She knew Fu Hua well enough—top-tier good person.

Besides, she had nothing to hide from Fu Hua. In fact, having Fu Hua directly view her memories was a good thing; at least she wouldn't have to scramble for words to explain the situation.

Fu Hua, able to hear Amber's thoughts, naturally caught this unreserved trust.

She had to admit, even after all she'd been through, living for ten thousand years as the Crimson Kite Immortal, she had rarely been trusted like this—only by those former comrades who had shared life and death with her.

But her first feeling wasn't something positive like gratitude, but shame and self-blame.

With such trust from the other party, she shouldn't have responded by probing her memories. No matter how you dressed it up, invading someone's memories was a base and despicable act. Yet, as she'd said before, she was really pressed for time.

Not only did she want to know Kiana's current state, but also how far Kevin's Stigma Plan had progressed.

Fu Hua descended from midair, walking toward Amber while apologizing in her heart, resolving that if Amber wasn't a bad person, she would repay her to the best of her ability.

But soon, even with five thousand years of experience, Fu Hua's expression grew increasingly strange.

To Fu Hua's vast memory, Amber's life—less than twenty years—was incredibly short. Viewing it took only an instant.

Yet that single instant nearly shattered her worldview, then brought her relief and acceptance, before finally settling into calm.

She looked at this naive, guileless young woman with a complex gaze and let out a long sigh.

"I now know everything. As repayment... let me accompany you on the journey ahead and witness it with you."

Sorry I'm late! I was really busy today—not only did I not rest well from yesterday's birthday, but I also spent a long time in the car. My head's still fuzzy from motion sickness. There might only be one chapter today; I'll make up for it with three chapters another day.

Chapter 11: Companion Added

In truth, she hadn't intended to view that much memory at first. She'd only planned to look at the recent period—right before meeting her—to understand Feathered Dust's anomaly and the current state of the world.

But once she started, she couldn't stop. The sheer volume of information was overwhelming, leaving her unable to react, so she just kept going.

In the end, she watched all of the young woman's memories.

"That's great!" Amber said happily.

Having Fu Hua's help was like gaining a legendary Old Man companion.

"..." Hearing Amber's thoughts, Fu Hua opened her mouth but held back the urge to retort, instead bringing up another matter: "Even if in your world, our existence was just a game, for you now, this is all reality."

"I've already laid down my duties, with nothing left to tie me down. Fortunately, I still have some skills. Though we aren't master and disciple, and I don't intend to take on new students, I can still guide you on the path of Tai Xu Sword Qi."

Amber nodded, anticipation rising in her heart.

Knowing that the young woman rarely interacted with others and had spent long periods bedridden, Fu Hua understood the habit of relying on others that such a life had fostered.

Before, it was her parents and doctors; now, it was the Main Control Consciousness and the Navigator.

Her chance arrival in this world and being saved by her was a twist of fate.

Fortunately, with her modest abilities, she could at least become a pillar for the young woman.

"Once you leave, fully release Feathered Dust's authority to me. From now on, every night, I'll explain the path of Tai Xu Sword Qi within Feathered Dust, so you won't rely too much on the Navigator."

Before Amber could say that she'd already used the Navigator's help to familiarize herself with True Qi, Fu Hua continued, "Its help for you is limited. Imitating my path by instinct is ultimately a minor path—the key is to forge your own."

Amber knew she had a point, and since Fu Hua meant well, she nodded again.

"By the way," Fu Hua recalled the young woman's behavior in reality, "You don't need to mind my thoughts. Just interact with others as you naturally would."

"No way!" Amber didn't nod at this but said seriously, "That would ruin the glorious image of my waifu in others' eyes!"

"It's just the same face."

"Still no! No one is allowed to tarnish the image of my waifu! Not even me!"

"...Fine."

Seeing Amber so adamant, Fu Hua had no choice, but she added, "I'm not a waifu, nor am I your wife."

"Mm."

Amber nodded, but didn't take it to heart. Even if Fu Hua had become real, it didn't stop her from being her waifu.

Not wanting to dwell on this, Fu Hua switched topics to the cultivation methods of Tai Xu Sword Qi.

It was already nearing night, and cultivation was best started sooner rather than later. Amber understood this and, with considerable enthusiasm for learning Tai Xu Sword Qi, began listening intently. Yet, after just an hour, her scalp started to tingle.

Why does Tai Xu Sword Qi also require reciting texts and holding horse stance?

"Any martial art's foundation is paramount, and Tai Xu Sword Qi is derived from divine sound—you're well aware of that."

Leaving these words, Fu Hua directly vanished from sight, both to observe Amber's self-discipline and to avoid her presence causing distraction or fostering excessive dependence.

Moreover, she herself felt somewhat adrift about the current situation.

Fu Hua's sudden disappearance made Amber uneasy, worrying she might have angered her, so she naturally dared not slack off. Besides, she knew Fu Hua was right and had never intended to cut corners in training; it was just that having finally found someone trustworthy and present before her, she couldn't help but relax.

Fortunately, this awkward period didn't last long. Soon, Amber heard a knock at the door, followed by Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice: "Immortal, dinner is ready, and some companions have come to visit. Would you like to come down and eat together?"

Companions?

Dinner wouldn't waste training time, and thinking she could escape the awkwardness for a while, Amber left the Feathered Dust space, then granted Fu Hua access to it.

Seeing Amber emerge from the room, Fujimaru Ritsuka's body instinctively tensed, then relaxed.

The Immortal seems in a bad mood? She seemed fine when going upstairs earlier.

Though puzzled, he wasn't one to pry, so he didn't dwell on it and led Amber downstairs.

As Ritsuka had said, the once-quiet house instantly felt livelier with three more people. This wasn't just due to the increased numbers, but because all three had just returned victorious, and the meal was also a celebration for them.

"Oh! So this is the Crimson Kite Immortal who made the goddess lose her ability to resist!?" Seeing Amber, a girl dressed in a way that seemed more revealing than Ishtar's, yet somehow even harder for Amber to stomach, showed a delighted expression.

"To gain such a powerful ally at a time like this—nothing could be more reassuring." The burly man beside her, wearing a headband, nodded in greeting.

The other man, with bronze skin and bright red hair, also smiled and gave a slight nod: "Pleasure to meet you, foreign strong one."

"Let me introduce everyone." Ritsuka had already explained the situation to the three, but clearly not to Amber, so now that they were meeting, it was the perfect time for introductions.

First was the scantily clad girl in Amber's eyes, named Ushiwakamaru—though that was her current name, or childhood name; her true name was Minamoto no Yoshitsune, a warrior known throughout Japan.

The one with the headband was Musashibo Benkei.

Amber barely knew Minamoto no Yoshitsune, but Musashibo Benkei rang no bells.

Still, she nodded naturally, her expression maintaining the calm detachment befitting her persona, and the others found nothing amiss.