Honkai, Transmigrating Into Otto, Path to Godhood

The man gestured to the scene before them. "You know? This kind of outing was something you only got to do once a year back then."

Cecilia thought about that kind of life and couldn't help but shiver. "And after that..."

"Of course, you can go wherever you want from now on," Otto replied with a smile. "I promised you before."

"Mmm..."

The woman pondered for a moment, then asked, "But according to what I heard yesterday, Valkyries are supposed to go around the world to eliminate Honkai. If that's the case, why did you say I was always staying in one place?"

Otto patiently explained, "The 'profession' of Valkyrie is Schicksal's general term for girls who have resistance to Honkai Energy and can fight against Honkai. Not all Valkyries have to engage the enemy head-on on the front lines."

"Guard duty, escorts, logistical support, intelligence gathering, and so on. Valkyries each have their own duties and roles."

"And your Schariac Holy Blood can instantly eliminate all Honkai Energy. In the early stages of research, you were protected at Schicksal headquarters, which was more valuable than going out to fight."

"Is that so... But why am I now...?"

"Why is no one drawing your blood now?" Otto finished her question. "Don't worry. With your consent, Schicksal has conducted research on your blood and made significant breakthroughs."

"Is that so..."

Cecilia's head drooped. "So, am I useless..."

Otto held Cecilia a little tighter. "Not at all, my little sister. Your value isn't just in your Schariac Holy Blood. A long time ago, you were the most powerful Valkyrie by my side."

"But now, all you need to do is live happily. Don't think about anything, don't do anything. I won't abandon you, so don't worry."

Cecilia was still a little unhappy but didn't speak.

Otto naturally wouldn't disturb her thoughts. He gently stroked the woman's hair, enjoying the warmth and softness in his arms.

After a long while, Cecilia's gentle but firm voice broke the silence.

"I want to go home."

"To find your memories?" Otto seemed prepared.

"Yes."

"I neither approve nor disapprove. But if you insist... I hope it will be three days from now." His words carried a hint of dominance, as if he wasn't prepared to give Cecilia a chance to refuse.

"Why three days from now?" Cecilia's voice softened. She didn't want to be stubborn at this moment.

"Consider it... the last time as your Elder Brother. At least let's visit all the famous attractions in England before talking about anything else."

The man paused, his tone returning to its original gentleness.

"Regarding recovering your memories... can you tell me the reason?"

"Mmm..."

"If you hesitate, you don't have to answer, Cecilia."

"Thank you, Elder Brother."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, tilting her fair, slender swan neck back against Otto's shoulder. She gazed at the moon, slightly obscured by dark clouds, and murmured in a voice no one could hear, "Because..."

Bishops, Mortals, Honkai... From everything I've seen these past two days, Elder Brother... the burden on your shoulders is truly heavy.

I want to climb the mountains with you, face all sorts of difficulties, and have the right to smooth your brow when you frown.

Just like before.

Otto sat by the bed, calmly watching Cecilia's sleeping face. The tenderness in his eyes slowly faded.

He gently laid the woman down, stood up, and slowly walked to the window.

The pleasant demeanor he had moments before vanished with his footsteps. By the time he stopped, his entire being exuded an aura of absolute rationality, as if he were standing in Schicksal headquarters' testing grounds, calmly summarizing and reflecting on an experiment.

His rhetoric was still somewhat passable. He performed normally today.

As for the content of his words... what he had said so far did not yet constitute a lie.

Of course, he had employed a bit of skill in manipulating emotions.

Most of Cecilia's emotional fluctuations were well within his grasp.

"...After the curtain was raised, the performance was still a bit bland,"

Otto mused inwardly.

"There were no specific scenes worth remembering or cherishing. To control ephemeral emotions, one cannot be without such elements."

He was like a cold observer, looking down with a blank expression at the Otto of today, reading carefully, making evaluations and analyses. In his mind, he constructed a device connecting the past and the future, treating himself, Cecilia, and all other factors as data, repeatedly reviewing and calculating the appropriate outcome.

At that moment, his eyes held no joy or sorrow, as indifferent as a god.

"No, there was one scene that could be considered somewhat profound—an impromptu lesson that wasn't anticipated in the plan... However, are there any potential risks?"

Otto pondered, casting the words he had spoken to Cecilia on their way back to the hotel into the "device" to deduce their potential impact.

In a way, the man named Otto wasn't qualified to say such things to Cecilia.

After all, he was the greatest manipulator of Schariac.

But as the saying goes—what do the sins of his past self have to do with him now?

He wasn't that self-aware, nor did he possess such high moral standards.

Besides, the Schariac family themselves wouldn't blame Otto.

And saying such things to Cecilia...

It wouldn't seem to have any effect.

Otto genuinely didn't intend to make Cecilia his puppet.

He did plan to make arrangements for her, but not to that extent.

The ones who perform beautiful stories are never puppets; spectacular plays require vivid and passionate actors. The story he wove for her didn't end with her becoming a dependent part of him, but rather someone who could, in the future, stand on her own and build Schicksal's strongest defense line as a co-host.

[Cecilia] should be lively and spirited. She could have her own charm, her own social life, her own future, instead of looking blank and numb, being manipulated by strings he pulled.

Puppets were only suitable as mascots for the time being, or for maintaining mechanical and numb operations.

On the surface, "people" were difficult to manage, but Otto believed that compared to the benefits "people" could bring, the hidden risks caused by such uncertainty were not worth mentioning.

As for her feeling too much beauty and developing resentment towards his actions?

In reality, when he made people feel resentful...

It would also be when he was prepared to use that "resentment" to achieve his goals.

Otto didn't mind letting the girl have selfish desires; he was even willing to cultivate the idea of "living for herself" to prevent her from sacrificing herself over trivial matters.

After all, all "selfless" beliefs could crumble in an instant, all "world-saving" obsessions could be worn away by the harsh realities of life, and the wish for "survival" was an instinct etched into human genes.

No matter what she encountered, as long as the person was alive, Otto had plenty of ways to restore her to a state of both physical and mental well-being.

Of course, if she were to truly die, the current Otto could also bring her back to life.

It was just that this forbidden ability should naturally be used as appropriately as possible.

"Negative considerations for the speech are excluded. Everything proceeds as I wish."

"The story's evolution continues."

Otto lightly tapped the window, making a sound only he could hear.

"The seeds were sown in the morning and have now taken root and sprouted. I hope the feedback that follows will satisfy me enough."

"I look forward to... you being qualified to surprise me."

At an inadvertent moment, the man glanced down at the street, a careless smile on his face.

Heh, there are indeed more than just that guy playing the little mouse.

Chapter 24: I Want to Tell You About Our God and Leader

Three days passed quickly. Under Otto's intentional guidance, Cecilia had a very enjoyable time and became a bit more playful than before.

Naturally, she also became more dependent on him.

Their journey had taken them from Staffordshire to London, and they were casually wandering through the streets.

Christmas decorations still adorned all of London, with the sound of bells ringing everywhere.

Christmas... Speaking of which, what was Christmas in the Honkai world commemorating?

Was it still that person?

According to a certain book... was he perhaps a Herrscher with healing abilities?

Perhaps it was a holiday for ordinary people, and when their descendants became Valkyries, they brought this custom to Schicksal and the rest of the world.

Otto mused inwardly.

It was truly strange, why didn't the original owner get involved in this and set Kallen's birthday as the day the Saintess was born? And designate that year as Kallen Year?

Someone had already set a precedent, why didn't you imitate it?

It made him not even know Kallen's birthday until now. It wasn't mentioned in the game either.

Three days was still not enough time to memorize all the details...

Otto walked along, cataloging the information he was missing but needed to know in his mind.

This was also one of the reasons he left the Schicksal headquarters on the second day of his arrival in this world.

To sort out what he needed to remember, and then to "obtain" certain information brought by his transmigration that Otto shouldn't have known—at least, to create a "source" for that information.

This approach seemed like gilding the lily, but it was better than nothing.

"Brother,"

Cecilia's voice rang out from beside him.

"There seems to be some kind of celebration over there."

"Then let's go take a look," Otto immediately understood Cecilia's thoughts.

They walked straight ahead, the streets bustling with activity.

The man glanced at a woman in a black robe on the street, as if remembering something, and asked casually, "Oh right, the Valkyrie armor I gave you this morning, you brought it, right?"

Cecilia reached up and rolled up her sleeve, revealing a thin black undersuit. "I'm basically wearing it underneath—it feels quite warm."

This was Schicksal's closest armor to the fourth generation. According to Amber, it provided the best protection without hindering a Valkyrie's movements—it could even offer some assistance with Honkai Energy usage.

"Is it still comfortable to move in?"

"There's basically no restriction."

"That's good," Otto waved his hand. "Lead the way to whatever you want to see or do. I'll be in charge of carrying things and keeping you company."

The woman hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Today is the last day, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes," the man sighed. "I really don't know why someone would want to go back even on their last day of vacation. Your birthday just passed."

"I'm already very satisfied," Cecilia blinked. "Besides, even if I recovered my memories, Brother would still approve my vacation, wouldn't he?"

"Sigh," Otto looked at the woman, his eyes full of helplessness. "Ever since Siberia, you've been good at making your own decisions."

Cecilia returned a sweet smile.

They entered the festival. A melodious waltz was playing, and many people were dancing to the music. Cecilia stood beside Otto, her expression expectant.

"Do you want to dance too?"

"Mm-hmm," Cecilia admitted.