Invitation Declined, I'm in Honkai, Grinding Stats to Level Up

Thanks for the invite. I'm in Honkai, leveling up my stats.

Author: Ash Who Doesn't Want to Pass the Torch

Synopsis:

(Already has a million-character completed record, not a white bird)

Transmigrated into the world of Honkai with a stat-leveling System. Progress is digitized!

The first stop is Destiny Headquarters, a Demon King's city with Otto?

No fear. A Feather of Dust combo meal, please. Perfect for boosting mental resistance.

Destiny's famous scroll king, You Lan Dai Er?

Come on, everyone, let's train together. Strengthening your core improves Strength, Stamina, Dexterity, Agility, and Magic.

Yaliluo is about to be submerged by a Cold Wave?

Great Guardian Cocolia, you don't want Belobog to be taken over by The Rift, do you?

The Herrscher girl doesn't want me to get hurt?

To increase Honkai Energy resistance, you have to get up close and personal with Honkai Energy!

Otto plans to achieve his goals through tragedy?

Perfect. My stats are maxed out, and for my upgrade, I'm missing one Great Achievement—

Pay the price for your sins!

What? You're my father from a parallel world?

Then I'll rebel against the father who wasn't human!

Thanks for the invite. I'm in Honkai, spawned at Destiny Headquarters.

Chapter 1: A College Student Wouldn't Dream of Visiting a Beautiful Girl in the Hospital

The familiar faint scent of disinfectant filled the air of the hospital room, accompanied by the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. Gwen stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, a look of utter bewilderment in his eyes.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

My name is Gwen. I'm twenty-three years old, a graduate of a provincial key university that's not quite top-tier. Before I closed my eyes, I should have been at home, playing through Elysian Realm and Simulated Universe on the weekend, then gone to bed. When I woke up, I'd continue studying for job interviews.

And now…

If nothing unexpected happened, something unexpected has happened to me.

Rummaging through his somewhat jumbled mind, Gwen recalled his memories before blacking out and reached this conclusion.

The intermittent pain in his body told Gwen he was injured, but why was he waking up in a hospital?

It couldn't be that his old house collapsed while he was sleeping, severely injuring him and leading his family to bring him here, could it?

The thought made Gwen a little nervous. He closed his eyes and carefully felt his body…

Well, although there was a dull ache all over, he could feel his limbs, and nothing seemed to be missing. What a relief, what a relief.

Just as Gwen breathed a sigh of relief that he was still intact, a soft click was heard, and the hospital room door opened.

Realizing someone had arrived, Gwen instinctively looked towards the door. Whether it was a nurse coming to change his dressing or his family, they could at least answer some of his questions.

However, accompanied by two light footsteps, neither a nurse in white, wearing a mask and carrying a medicine tray, nor any of his familiar family members appeared before Gwen. Instead, it was two little girls who looked like they were still in middle school.

The one in front had long blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a delicate face. She wore a white tank top with armbands and a black and white skirt, exuding a vibrant aura.

The other girl, holding a bouquet of flowers, was no less striking. Her grayish-blonde hair covered her left eye, revealing a wine-red eye on the right. She wore a white dress with gray rose patterns and yellow accents, a black apron with white trim, and a black hairpin in her bangs. Compared to the energetic girl beside her, she had a more serene demeanor.

While it was a good thing to have two beautiful girls visiting him, they were…

Did I know such pretty foreign girls?

After less than half a second of thought, Gwen reached a conclusion—

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Although his memory was somewhat blurry and confused, Gwen was certain that within his social circle, there were absolutely no beautiful girls like these.

And in this hospital room, there was only Gwen.

So…

Did they come to the wrong room?

Or… did I transmigrate?

A possibility that was once just a fantasy surfaced in his mind. What Gwen felt first was not joy, but fear—

Fear of losing his family, confusion about leaving his familiar environment, and dread of the unknown…

"Oh, you're awake!"

The golden-haired girl didn't give Gwen much time to think. Seeing that Gwen had opened his eyes, a look of joy appeared on the young girl's face. She took two quick steps on her short legs to Gwen's bedside, propped herself up on the bed with her small hands, and let out a little cheer, followed by a rapid-fire series of questions:

"How are you feeling?

Is anything uncomfortable?

If so, tell me immediately, and I'll find a doctor for you."

The girl's enthusiasm and sincerity, conveyed through her rapid-fire words and bright, clear eyes, reached Gwen, quickly calming his agitated mind.

Although the fear, worry, and confusion that had just arisen in his heart had not yet dissipated, under the girl's warmth and care, they didn't become a mountain weighing down on Gwen's heart. At most, they were like a stone, making him feel a bit breathless.

However, along with a touch of emotion, new doubts arose in Gwen's mind:

What the golden-haired girl had just said was definitely not Chinese. It should be a foreign language he had never learned, yet somehow he could understand it, albeit barely?

Coupled with the vague and fleeting memories in his mind, the possibility of transmigration became more concrete in Gwen's thoughts.

"Did I hurt you?

I'm sorry..."

Seeing Gwen frown, the golden-haired girl, thinking she had touched his wound, quickly took two steps back, stood by the wall, bowed, and apologized.

What an honest, good kid...

Gwen, who had basically understood the meaning of the little golden-haired girl's words, blinked and gave a gentle smile, shaking his head slightly.

Because the memories in his mind were inexplicably in a state of chaos, Gwen couldn't yet utilize this foreign language, which he somehow understood, to communicate with her. He could only indicate that he was fine.

Seeing the girl's somewhat clumsy yet adorable demeanor, the little girl with short, ash-gold hair who followed behind her had a flicker of amusement in her eyes. She stepped forward with the flowers, showing them to Gwen on the sickbed:

"Hello, Mister. These are carnations. We wish you a speedy recovery."

"...Thank you..."

Struggling to recall the word for "thank you" in this language from his chaotic memories, Gwen nodded to the girl holding the flowers and thanked her, then closed his eyes, feeling somewhat weary.

Unsure of his current situation, Gwen decided to minimize contact with others for now and sort out the jumbled memories in his mind first.

Seeing Gwen close his eyes again, the ash-gold haired girl looked at her companion's worried expression and chuckled softly.

"Lord You Lan Dai Er, since the patient is awake, why don't we ask the doctor to examine him first?"

"Oh, right, right, right! The doctor! The doctor!

Let's find the doctor first..."

Hearing the voice of the ash-gold haired girl, the golden-haired girl slapped her forehead as if suddenly realizing something and bolted out the door. She didn't even give her companion a chance to stop her, leaving behind a swift silhouette for Gwen, who had opened his eyes upon hearing the sound.

"I apologize for the spectacle, Mister. Lord You Lan Dai Er... is a bit impulsive..."

Giving Gwen an apologetic smile, the beautiful girl with short, ash-gold hair pressed the call button by the bedside to contact the nurses' station. She glanced at the data on the monitoring equipment, saw no issues, and then began to replace the flowers in the vase, which had been brought yesterday, with the ones she was holding.

The girl, as beautiful as a budding flower destined to bloom in the future, skillfully changed the flowers in the vase, creating a scene that was almost as pleasing to the eye as a painted scroll.

However, Gwen, faced with a scene he usually only saw in pictures shared by netizens, had no mood to appreciate it at the moment.

Chapter 2: Thanks for the invite, I'm in Honkai, spawning at Destiny Headquarters

That golden-haired girl seemed to be called... You Lan Dai Er?

Gwen frowned subconsciously as he tried to match the foreign language in his vague memories with the familiar name he had just heard.

This was a name Gwen was very familiar with. He had been playing Elysian Realm with "Dumb Goose" just last night.

Although it could be a coincidence of names, a clumsy, golden-haired athletic girl named You Lan Dai Er?

And beside her was a beautiful girl with ash-gold short hair and wine-red eyes, with a small tear mole at the corner of her right eye...

Gwen felt like he knew the truth –

He had... probably transmigrated into Honkai Impact 3rd... the world of Honkai?

The moment this thought surfaced, Gwen's brain reeled.

Although it seemed far better than Dark Souls 3 or Holy Terra, the world of Honkai was also very unfriendly to transmigrators.

The Honkai Energy in the environment was as ubiquitous as air and bacteria. As civilization developed and entropy increased, the energy level of Honkai Energy gradually rose. A transmigrator without any resistance to Honkai Energy would most likely just flatline.

Moreover, if they were indeed a young You Lan Dai Er and Rita... where was I then?

Was it in the World Bubble they were traveling in?

That world seemed to be before the Industrial Revolution. There shouldn't be equipment like an electrocardiogram monitor.

So, was I unlucky enough to get caught in a Honkai disaster right after transmigrating and barely managed to survive, only to be sent to a hospital?

Possible, but not very likely...

After all, even though the number of male survivors in the Great Honkai was scarce, it was unlikely that two rising stars would still be lingering in the area to visit after the Great Honkai had ended.

Despite a throbbing pain in his head, Gwen tried his best to maintain calm thinking, ultimately arriving at a conclusion that made his heart stop –

So... could it be that I'm at Destiny Headquarters?

Thanks for the invite, I'm in Honkai, spawning at Destiny Headquarters?

What kind of dark humor is this?

Thinking about how Otto, the Archbishop of Destiny, even turned his beloved granddaughter into Durandal using Feather of Dust, Gwen couldn't help but feel his headache worsen.

If his beloved granddaughter could be treated like that, why would a transmigrator with no ties be spared by that Archbishop?

As for whether he was qualified to receive the Feather of Dust treatment from Otto?

Gwen, who didn't understand his current situation, or even how he arrived at Destiny Headquarters, could only express his utmost concern—

If he had inexplicably appeared at Destiny Headquarters, it was highly possible that Otto would scan his memories out of curiosity.

Did the transmigrator know the future Otto desired? Could they cooperate?

Cooperation also required a foundation of strength.

As a severely injured person who still needed treatment, what qualifications did he have to discuss cooperation?

It seemed that all he could do now was pray that Bishop Otto would let him go after examining his memories with Feather of Dust?

Gwen, who considered himself a half-historian, knew very well how cowardly and ridiculous it was to place his hopes on someone like Otto.

If possible, Gwen absolutely did not want to accept such a future.

However, besides this, Gwen seemed to have no other choice...

Man is the knife, I am the fish. The weak have no right to choose in front of the strong, only the fate of being chosen.

Just as Gwen was anxiously worrying about his current predicament, his headache grew more severe—

Perhaps due to searching his memories for foreign languages just now, his already chaotic memories became active. Illusory images flooded into his mind, making him feel like his head was splitting open. If his hands weren't fixed, he would have already started pounding his head.

The short-haired girl with ash-gold hair arranging flowers by the bedside table quickly noticed Gwen's abnormality. After glancing at the monitor again and confirming that the data fluctuations were still within the normal range, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.