A College Student in His Youth Would Never Dream of a Beautiful Girl Visiting Him in the Hospital / Thanks for Asking. I'm in Honkai, and I Spawned at Headquarters of Schicksal

Thanks for the Invitation, I'm in Honkai, Grinding Stats to Level Up

Author: Ashes Who Doesn't Want to Pass the Flame

Synopsis:

(Author with a completed work of over a million words; not a white bird)

He transmigrated into the world of Honkai with a stat-leveling system, turning his progress into data!

His first stop was Destiny Headquarters, the Demon King's castle where Otto resided?

No problem. Give him a few more Feather of Dust packages—perfect for grinding mental resistance.

Destiny's renowned overachiever, You Lan Dai Er?

Come on, let's work out together. Training your waist improved strength, endurance, dexterity, agility, and magic power.

Yaliluo was about to be swallowed by the Cold Wave?

Great Guardian Cocolia, you wouldn't want Belobog to be occupied by The Rift, would you?

The Herrscher girl didn't want him to get hurt?

Honkai Energy resistance could only be improved through zero-distance contact with Honkai Energy!

Otto wanted to carry out his plan through tragedy?

Perfect. His stats were maxed out, and he was still missing one Great Achievement before leveling up—

Pay the price you deserved for your sins!

What? You were his father from a parallel world?

Then he would rebel against his inhuman father!

Thanks for the Invitation, I'm in Honkai, Spawn Point: Destiny Headquarters

A Youthful College Student Would Never Dream of a Beautiful Girl Visiting Him in the Hospital

The air carried the familiar faint scent of disinfectant from a hospital room, while the steady beeping of a heart monitor sounded by his ears. Gwen stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above him, his eyes full of utter confusion—

Who was he?

Where was he?

What was he supposed to do?

His name was Gwen. He was twenty-three years old, a graduate from some key provincial-ministerial co-built university that was not part of the Double First Class initiative. Before closing his eyes, he should have spent the weekend at home playing Elysian Realm and Simulated Universe before going to bed, then planned to continue studying for his recruitment exam after waking up.

And now...

Without any surprises, something unexpected had probably happened to him.

After searching through his somehow muddled mind, he dug out his memories from before he had blacked out and came to that conclusion.

The pain that came from his body every now and then told Gwen that he was injured, but why had he woken up in a hospital after just one night's sleep?

Surely it wasn't because his old house had collapsed while he was sleeping, seriously injuring him before his family sent him here?

At that thought, Gwen grew nervous and closed his eyes to carefully sense his body...

Well, although waves of pain seemed to be coming from all over his body, he could still feel his hands and feet, and none of his parts were missing. Congratulations, congratulations.

Just as Gwen sighed in relief that he was still intact, the hospital room door opened with a soft sound.

Realizing someone had arrived, Gwen instinctively looked toward the door. Whether it was a nurse coming to change his medicine or one of his family members, they should at least be able to answer some of his questions.

Yet accompanied by two light sets of footsteps, the people who appeared before Gwen were neither nurses dressed in white, masked, and carrying medicine trays, nor any family members he knew, but two little girls who looked as though they were still in middle school.

The one in front was an athletic girl with long golden hair, azure eyes, delicate features, a white tank top, wrist guards on her arms, and a black-and-white skirt. At a glance, she radiated boundless energy.

The other girl, who held a bouquet of flowers, was no less striking. Her ash-blonde short hair covered her left eye, leaving only her wine-red right eye visible. She wore a long white dress patterned with gray roses and yellow decorations, along with a black apron edged in white. Her bangs were pinned with a black hair clip, giving her a quieter air than the lively girl beside her.

Although it was certainly a good thing for two beautiful girls so pleasing to the eye to visit him, but...

Did he know such beautiful foreign girls?

In less than half a second, Gwen reached his conclusion—

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Though his memories were somehow blurry and chaotic, Gwen was certain that neither of the beautiful girls before him existed within his social circle.

And there was only Gwen in this hospital room.

So...

Had they entered the wrong room?

Or... had he transmigrated?

A possibility that had once existed only in fantasy surfaced in his mind. The first thing Gwen felt was not joy, but fear—

Worry over losing his family, bewilderment at leaving his familiar surroundings, and fear of the unknown...

"Oh, you're awake!"

However, the blonde girl gave him no time to think. The moment she saw Gwen open his eyes, delight appeared on her little face. Her short legs carried her to his bedside in two steps, and she braced her small hands against the bed with a small cheer before firing off a barrage of questions—

"How do you feel?

Is there anywhere that feels uncomfortable?

If there is, tell me immediately. I'll go find a doctor for you."

The girl's enthusiasm and sincerity came through in her rapid-fire words and sparkling eyes, quickly calming Gwen's agitated heart.

Though the fear, worry, and confusion that had just arisen in his heart had not yet faded, the girl's warmth and concern kept them from becoming a mountain pressing down on him. At most, they were merely a stone that made his chest feel a little tight.

However, while feeling somewhat moved, a new question arose in Gwen's heart—

The blonde girl had definitely not spoken Chinese just now. It should have been a foreign language he had never learned, yet somehow, he could barely understand it?

Together with the vague and strangely familiar memories in his mind, the possibility that he had transmigrated became even more certain.

"Did I hurt you?

I'm sorry..."

Seeing Gwen's tightly furrowed brow, the blonde girl thought she had touched his wound. She hurriedly took two steps back, stood against the wall, and bowed in apology.

What a straightforward, good kid...

Having basically understood what the little blonde girl meant, Gwen blinked, gave her a gentle smile, and lightly shook his head.

For some reason, the memories in his mind were in an extremely chaotic state. Gwen was temporarily unable to use the foreign language he somehow understood to communicate with her, so he could only show that he was fine this way.

Seeing the little blonde girl's somewhat reckless yet adorable appearance, the ash-blonde-haired girl who had entered behind her smiled faintly. Holding the flowers, she stepped forward and showed Gwen the bouquet in her hands.

"Hello, sir. These are carnations. I hope you recover soon."

"...Thank you..."

Struggling to find the word for thanks in that language amid his chaotic memories, Gwen nodded gratefully to the girl holding the flowers, then closed his eyes in exhaustion.

Since he did not know what exactly was happening to him, Gwen could only minimize contact with others for now and sort out the chaotic memories in his mind first.

Seeing Gwen close his eyes again, the ash-blonde-haired girl looked at the worried expression on her companion's face and smiled.

"Lord You Lan Dai Er, now that the patient is awake, why don't we call a doctor to examine him first?"

"Oh, right, right, the doctor!

Find a doctor first..."

Hearing the ash-blonde little girl's words, the blonde girl smacked her forehead as though suddenly enlightened and bolted out of the room, not even giving her companion the chance to stop her. To Gwen, who opened his eyes at the sound, she left behind only a swift retreating figure.

"Sorry for the spectacle, sir. Lord You Lan Dai Er is... a little rash..."

Giving Gwen an apologetic smile, the beautiful ash-blonde-haired girl pressed the call button by the bed to contact the nurses' station. After checking the readings on the monitoring equipment and finding nothing wrong, she began replacing the flowers in the vase with the ones she had brought yesterday.

The beautiful girl, like a flower bud waiting to bloom and surely destined to show her beauty in the future, expertly changed the flowers in the vase. It was a scene as pleasing to the eye as a painting.

Yet Gwen had no mood to appreciate a sight that he could normally only see in pictures reposted by Netizens.

Thanks for the Invitation, I'm in Honkai, Spawn Point: Destiny Headquarters

That blonde little girl seemed to be called... You Lan Dai Er?

Trying hard to match the foreign language in his vague memories, Gwen arrived at a familiar name and instinctively frowned—

It was a name Gwen knew very well. Just last night, he had been using Dumb Goose to play Elysian Realm.

It might have been a coincidence, but a reckless blonde athletic girl named You Lan Dai Er?

And beside her stood a beautiful girl with ash-blonde short hair and wine-red eyes, with a tiny beauty mark at the corner of her right eye...

Gwen felt that he already knew the truth—

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

The moment that thought emerged, Gwen's mind shook—

Though it seemed far better than Dark Souls III or Holy Terra, the world of Honkai was not friendly to transmigrators either—

Honkai Energy in the environment was everywhere like air and bacteria. As civilization developed and entropy increased, the energy level of Honkai Energy gradually rose. A transmigrator with no Honkai Energy resistance would most likely die immediately.

And if they really were the young You Lan Dai Er and Rita... where was he?

The World Bubble they had traveled through?

That world seemed to have been before the Industrial Revolution. It could not possibly have equipment like a heart monitor.

Had he been unlucky enough to get caught up in a Honkai disaster the moment he transmigrated, barely survived, and been sent to the hospital?

It was possible, but unlikely...

After all, even if male survivors of a major Honkai eruption were rare, it was unlikely that two rising stars would still remain there after the disaster ended just to visit him.

Though waves of stabbing pain began to surge through his mind, Gwen still tried to keep thinking calmly. In the end, however, he reached a conclusion that made his heart stop—

So... could he be at Destiny Headquarters?

Thanks for the Invitation, he was in Honkai, and his spawn point was Destiny Headquarters?

What kind of hellish joke was this?

At the thought of Otto, the Archbishop of Destiny who had even used Feather of Dust to turn his beloved granddaughter into Durandal, Gwen felt his head ache even more.

If Otto could do that to his beloved granddaughter, why would an unrelated transmigrator be spared before that Archbishop?

As for whether he was even worth receiving a Feather of Dust package from Otto?

Gwen did not yet know what his current situation was, nor did he know how he had arrived at Destiny Headquarters. He could only worry as much as possible—

If he had inexplicably appeared at Destiny Headquarters, then there was a very real chance Otto would take an interest and scan through his memories.

A transmigrator knew the future Otto wanted. Could they cooperate?

Cooperation also required a foundation of strength.

What qualifications did a severely injured patient who still needed others to treat him have to discuss cooperation?

At the moment, it seemed he could only pray that Bishop Otto would let him go after using Feather of Dust to read his memories?

As something of a history enthusiast, Gwen knew all too well how cowardly and ridiculous it was to place his hopes in someone like Otto.

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

But aside from that, he seemed to have no other choice...

The strong held the knife while he was the fish on the chopping block. Before the strong, the weak had no right to choose, only the fate of being chosen.

Just as Gwen was growing increasingly anxious over his possible situation, his headache became more and more severe—

Perhaps because he had just searched through the foreign language in his memories, the memories that had merely been somewhat chaotic became active. One illusory image after another flooded into Gwen's mind, making his head feel as though it were splitting apart. If both his hands had not been restrained, he would likely have begun pounding his head with all his strength.

The ash-blonde-haired girl arranging flowers beside the bedside table swiftly noticed Gwen's abnormal state as well. She checked the monitor again and, after confirming that the fluctuations remained within the normal range, let out a small sigh of relief.