My Honkai Star Rail: Reversing All Phenomena

My Honkai Star Rail: Reversing All Phenomena Author: I Am the System

Himeko: "Obviously, as a member of the Express crew, Hua Yi had always been pioneering New Worlds."

Fu Xuan: "There was no need for further words. He was an honored guest of the Xianzhou, and any divination related to him always brought great fortune."

Topaz: "The company thanked Mr. Hua Yi for his immense contributions to the cause of Preservation and would continue to provide strong support as always."

Black Swan: "So many glittering memories surrounded you. I was increasingly looking forward to the day you would willingly share your memories with me."

Huohuo: "Everyone around you seems so happy. You must be really good at making things fun, huh?"

"Wait, Hua Yi, why are you still doing Fictional Historian work? Which side are you even on?!"

Later, the stories among the stars became, "We're on Hua Yi's side."

A Honkai Star Rail travelogue of a Captain who had cleared the Honkai world and was a supreme existence on the Teyvat continent.

Welcome to Herta Space Station

[Welcome to Herta Space Station!

If your pursuit of life's distant frontiers has already stretched across the reaches of the universe;

If your examination of debates over truth and principle has received an absolute answer;

If your lifelong wish is to imprint the original state of the galaxy;

If you have become immersed in the deep vortex of symbols and scrolls;

Then welcome once again, and congratulations on arriving at Herta Space Station!

The wisdom and answers here lie hidden amid countless unknowns and novelties, while you will hold a tiny hoe in your hand—digging up the answers you have longed for day and night.]

The Museum-style Starship, built under the direction of the renowned Genius Club Member, the great Madam Herta, orbited the planet. It was a famous Wisdom Gathering Place within the galaxy.

Drawing talent from countless planets across the universe and selecting the outstanding to enter the Space Station, even those unable to keep pace with Geniuses could still contribute a portion of their intellect toward exploring the laws governing the ordinary world and even unresolved phenomena within the galaxy.

This was a stage that stood far above the center of public attention, grand enough to draw gazes from every corner of the universe. Madam Herta was its unmistakable banner, while the Interastral Peace Corporation provided powerful financial and equipment support, spreading the Space Station's outstanding research results throughout the endless stars.

When first-time visitors arrived at the Space Station, dazzled by the magnificent starry sky as they read the contents of the guidebook, they would surely feel their blood boil, as though their lives had opened onto a brand-new chapter.

How exhilarating!

Then, upon learning that the guidebook had been personally written by Madam Herta, with the philosophical thought of that universe-famous Genius right before them, the blood coursing through every limb would surely surge even more fiercely, and they would feel the heroic conviction that the gates of truth were slowly opening before them—

If they had not seen the latter half of the guidebook.

[However, experiencing the wonders described above requires one very simple prerequisite: becoming a humble research staff member. If you, the person reading this document, are merely a universe enthusiast, then I am sorry. Your journey of exploration has already reached its end the moment it began. Cherish your tour of the Reception Hall. This may be the moment in your brief life when you come closest to wisdom.]

The Genius ruthlessly shattered the fantasies of ordinary people and extinguished their impractical enthusiasm, even though obtaining the opportunity to visit Herta Space Station through the proper application process was no easy task.

How could one become a humble staff member?

Either they were young Scholars selected by various forces and sent here for further study, or they were talented individuals admitted to the Space Station after passing through layers of selection.

To meet the conditions of the former, one had to at least belong to a powerful force capable of speaking directly with the colossal entities spanning the Cosmic Expanse and with the Interastral Peace Corporation. As for the seemingly simpler latter option, it too selected only the most gifted among countless planets.

The talents recruited by the Space Station did not meet the standard of "Genius," but on the stars that gave birth to civilizations, they were absolute Geniuses in ordinary people's eyes.

When so many worldly Geniuses gathered together, distinctions naturally emerged. A select few could spark flashes of inspiration through clashes of thought, while the overwhelming majority could only become ordinary staff members at the Space Station.

Ordinary cogs whom even their colleagues might barely remember, silently laboring over their assigned projects, criticized by their superiors for making low-level errors, meekly admitting fault—only to discover, when they looked over the error report alone, that the "low-level error" others spoke of was a difficulty they could not unravel even after racking their brains.

"You're reading the old version of the Space Station guidebook? Although Madam Herta wrote it, you'd better forget what it says—more precisely, the latter half of it. Otherwise, you'll discover that 'humble research staff member' is an all too fitting phrase."

In the Base Zone, a staff member glanced at the booklet in the newcomer's hands, quickly shifting his eyes away as though fleeing, and looked down toward the reception center below.

A group of visitors had gathered there.

Madam Herta's admirers, tourists who had come after hearing of the Space Station's fame, travelers seeking truth or the Space Station's assistance... They logged onto the Interastral Peace Network, found Herta Space Station's official website, sent an email using the template, and waited one hundred and eighty working days for a response. Those rare lucky applicants who were approved became part of the crowd in the Reception Hall.

Every day, they came and went.

"Look at their expressions—curious, excited, thrilled, full of enthusiasm and hope. When they see staff members passing through the Reception Hall, their faces even show envy. Sigh..."

"Aren't you a member of the Space Station yourself? You're among the people they envy too."

"Yes. I passed the selection process, entered the Space Station, became a staff member, and dreamed of pursuing truth. Yet I ended up accomplishing nothing. Forget exploring the unknown—even walking along the path others laid out for me took everything I had. Can you imagine it? A project I completed after racking my brains gets submitted, and then my superior spots its flaws and fallacies at a glance."

As he spoke, the staff member covered his face, his voice trembling.

"But I stared at that project report, stared at the formula derivations and calculations, examined them again and again, yet I simply couldn't see where any step had gone wrong. I already did my best! I truly didn't leave myself even a moment of leisure. I threw my entire being into research and study!"

"Perhaps you need to calm down and get some proper rest."

"How could I possibly sleep? The moment I close my eyes, I see unfinished projects. If this keeps dragging on, I... I really don't know what to do."

He had clearly intended to introduce the Space Station's basic situation to the newcomer from his department and familiarize him with the environment. How had it turned into this?

Into a one-sided outpouring of pressure.

Yet the other person had not shown any rejecting expression of disgust or surprise. He had listened patiently all along.

"Sorry, I lost control of my emotions a little..."

"What is the confidentiality level of the project you're responsible for? Can I look at it? Maybe I can try to help you a little."

"A project handled by a 'humble research staff member' like me is naturally quite ordinary. Look if you want. But even if you arrived at the Space Station some time ago and read a few books in our Department of Light Abyss Archives, it won't be easy for you to immediately start research work."

"I understand. I'm only trying my luck. Later, I may need you, my senior, to answer some questions for me."

"Haha."

The staff member's anxious mood somehow relaxed considerably after just a few words. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes and looked with some emotion at the newcomer across the table.

"No matter what, thank you, Hua Yi."

Imaginary Tree Theory

Herta Space Station had initially been a collection containment facility established by the Interastral Peace Corporation for Herta. Later, the corporation proposed exploring the mysteries of the stars together, and Scholars seeking novelty and strange discoveries flocked to the station to pursue learning.

The major departments formed the Space Station's basic organizational structure. The medical, maintenance, defense, and service departments were all support departments, while the Department of Astral Boundary and Flora, Galaxy Ward Department, Department of Light Abyss Archives, Department of Universal Geodesy, and Department of Universal Matter made up the Five Research Departments. Hua Yi was a new staff member who had recently joined the Department of Light Abyss Archives.

This department existed to study Aeons and Hidden Rituals.

Entities known as [Aeons] created reality, erased stars, and left Their Traces across countless [worlds].

People knew very little about these Sentient Celestial Bodies that wandered the deep starry sea.

Limited by finite understanding, Sapient Life could only vaguely sense that the Aeons walked Paths beyond mortal perception and wielded immeasurable power according to certain ideals.

The Department of Light Abyss Archives studied existences that stood above reality and the stars. Its purpose alone was extraordinary. Even if it did not surpass the Galaxy Ward Department, which had opposed A Theory of Justice founded upon the strong since its creation, its research philosophy should at least have outclassed the other departments.

The Department of Universal Geodesy dealt with dirt and rocks, the Department of Universal Matter handled the inflow and outflow, inventory, and verification of all Space Station assets, and the Department of Astral Boundary and Flora explored strange things on planetary lands—

How could dirt, rocks, assets, and strange lifeforms compare to the exalted Aeons?

Unfortunately, the Department of Light Abyss Archives had no real opportunities to study Aeons.

The roads walked by Aeons were Paths. Aeons generally ignored mortals who walked the Paths under Their command. An occasional glance bestowed out of approval or pity was enough for Their followers to treasure as something priceless.

Even the true master of Herta Space Station, a Genius like Madam Herta, had records of only two audiences with Aeons. As for the Scholars gathered at the Space Station, not only was it incredibly difficult for them to meet Aeons, it was even difficult for them to meet Herta herself. Her occasional appearances through remotely controlled puppets were already rare enough.

At this moment, what had driven the humble staff member of the Department of Light Abyss Archives to despair was not some record of receiving an Aeon's gaze for research. Something like that was beyond the access level of someone in his position.

A mere theoretical proof unrelated to Aeons was already a mountain blocking the path of mortal research.

"You finished reading it?"

"Yes."

Hua Yi set down the project proposal in his hands.

"You used Imaginary Tree Theory in your derivation process. Is that where the problem lies?"

"I don't know. Isn't that a cosmic theory widely accepted by the academic world? I used it as a premise and derived the result required by the project, only to be harshly scolded by my superior..."

Before Imaginary Tree Theory was proposed, the universe had been called Void Blindness because it could not be observed.

After the theory emerged, however, people could use imagination to sketch out its operating principles. Ownerless Imaginary Energy flowed endlessly through the spacetime conduits, forming [galaxies]—that is, innumerable worlds—at their ends.

Between worlds, much like the spatial barriers between leaves on a tree, lay unknown Imaginary domains that were difficult to cross.

The Erudition Society had once believed that Harnad Punch, the second seat of the Genius Club, had first proposed the origin theory of the Imaginary Tree. But after repeatedly considering the influence of Fictional Historians, academia now generally believed that Zandar One Kuwabara, the first seat of the Genius Club, had been the first to propose it.

"Could I have written the theory's proposer incorrectly? No, that's right. I even read about the influence of Fictional Historians. Back then, I wanted to curse those people for muddling galactic history and making research harder."

"That isn't the issue. Imaginary Tree Theory has been disproven, so you can't use it as a derivation theorem."

"Huh?"

"The theory held that the Imaginary Tree was the Tree of the Universe, the sole thing composing the myriad worlds. But long-range remote sensing technology disproved the uniqueness of the Imaginary. The universe is not composed entirely of Imaginary Energy."

The explanation from Hua Yi, the new staff member, left the older staff member stunned for a long while. Then he shot to his feet and rushed to the terminal in a few strides, using his research authorization to search the Keywords. His actions drew the attention of the visitors in the Reception Hall below, who looked up at the sound and watched the Space Station staff member run about in excitement, his expression constantly changing with respect and curiosity.

"It's true, it really is like this. So the derivation process at this step was wrong. No wonder my superior returned the report so quickly. It seems my knowledge base still isn't broad enough..."

Having found the issue, the older staff member was wildly excited. His earlier dejection vanished as he treated the returned report like scratch paper, picked up a pen, and began calculating on it.

"No wonder, no wonder there were some limiting conditions in the later formulas that weren't used in the end. So that's how it is, so that's how it is!"

After a long while, once he had calculated a result that met the experiment's requirements, the older staff member finally let out a long breath.

All he had to do next was rewrite the report.

Then he suddenly realized something. He raised his head in shock and stared wordlessly at Hua Yi for a long time before he could speak.

"You... You found the problem with my derivation in such a short time?! Imaginary Tree Theory isn't even knowledge ordinary planets can access. Terms like Genius Club and Fictional Historian are the same, and the paper disproving the theory is extremely specialized. You've only been at Herta Space Station for a few days, yet you already have such a knowledge reserve?!"

"I happened to have read relevant materials. I was just lucky."

"How can you crudely chalk it up to luck? Ordinary people who come to work at the Space Station are already overwhelmed by all sorts of information. You haven't been to the Maintenance Department, have you? That place is a famous sightseeing spot for displaying the lower limit of intelligence."

"I think the others in the Department of Light Abyss Archives didn't explain the fallacy in your derivation process because it's relatively common. Many people make the same mistake. The seniors explained it too many times to previous staff members, only to find it still frequently repeated, so they may have become a little impatient."

"Ah, stop trying to comfort me. Thank you so much this time—I'll give you the project bonus!"

"How could I take away your compensation for your labor? Just let me know if you encounter any special projects in the future."

"Fine, fine. I'll go rewrite the report and submit it first. If there are no problems, I'll finally get a good night's sleep! I've had insomnia for several days. I couldn't find the problem on my own, and I didn't dare ask anyone else. I never expected you would be the one to help me out in the end. Heh, in that case, I'm the lucky one today."

Emily

Hua Yi watched the staff member leave, then lowered his gaze. Standing on the high platform, he looked at the crowd in the Reception Hall as an electronic broadcast echoed through the Base Zone's hall.

[The mysteries of the universe are questions that many Scholars spend their entire lives exploring. They may be so complex that no language can express them, or so ordinary that they hide in cracks and corners found everywhere. Yet the scattered living beings throughout the galaxies have together painted the magnificent creation known as civilization...]

This was the Space Station's introduction broadcast specifically for outside visitors. It had been personally written by Station Master Asta as a replacement for the old version written by Madam Herta.

The Space Station's major departments and countless staff members all knew that Madam Herta's sharp words were the truth. Still, when they learned that the guidebook personally written by that Genius had ultimately been replaced by Station Master Asta on the grounds of design issues, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, everyone respected the great Madam Herta, a Genius Club Member.

But leaving aside how the visitors who had waited so long and passed such strict reviews to finally visit the Space Station would feel, if researchers heard the electronic broadcast call them "humble staff members" every day, the little confidence they had left would be completely destroyed, along with their drive to improve.

If that happened, who could still focus on research? They might as well stand obediently at attention and wait for Madam Herta to tear them apart with her criticism.

Fortunately, Herta rarely managed the Space Station directly. Station Master Asta handled all affairs, and both of them deserved credit for allowing the Space Station to maintain stable operations.

Otherwise, judging only from the tip of the iceberg and Herta's bluntness, if she said a few more aphorisms that woke people to reality or left behind a few more handwritten works, who knew how many staff members would despair over the gap between themselves and a Genius, cry as they returned to their home planets, and give up their work at the Space Station.

Even enduring the disappointed gazes of family and friends back home would be better than constantly suffering blows at the Space Station.

Herta Space Station was not a paradise removed from the world. It gathered countless brilliant minds from throughout the universe, allowing wisdom to clash with wisdom and determine who stood above whom.

[We recover fragments of fallen melodies and thereby recreate feasts from moments of glory; we decipher the core of unknown technologies and thereby glimpse how dazzling civilization's Crystal of Wisdom can be.]

Unlike Herta, who gave visitors a blow to the head right after her grand opening and mercilessly exposed ordinary tourists as mere passersby in the Space Station, the wording of Asta version's introduction was far gentler.

[Scholars turn themselves into small boats and cross toward the end of the vast galaxy. And the answers that remain silent on the other shore are the finest response to our advance.]

As a transmigrator, Hua Yi did not even need to deliberately organize information about the Honkai Star Rail Universe. Merely listening to the electronic broadcast allowed him to feel the gentleness and kindness of that young Station Master.

[I hope you can feel the allure of the unknown and the joy of seeking knowledge at Herta Space Station!]

The areas visitors could access were limited to the Space Elevator and the Reception Hall, and their visit lasted only thirty minutes. Such a restricted journey was destined not to let them suddenly grasp some supreme truth or abyss-deep wisdom within the Space Station.

Yet Asta still encouraged the visitors with goodwill, doing everything she could to protect that small spark born of ideals, faith, or even mere interest, hoping it would shine in the future.

"Hey, what are you spacing out for?"