I, Little Griseo, Roam the Myriad Worlds

There was no doubt about it.

Little Griseo did not believe that because she had once played Honkai Impact 3rd before being transported here, she had been transported into the game itself.

What existed was reasonable.

This was her reality.

This was her life.

Before her memories had awakened, although there had still been some differences from the original story in her past-life memories, those differences were presumably minor effects brought about by her being a transmigrator, weren't they?

But in the end...

She had not been able to change much.

The Previous Era had still fallen.

Little Griseo had still become a MANTIS.

The difference was!

In the original story, she had fused with a Honkai Beast out of necessity, in order to treat her Honkai disease.

And!

It had been an ordinary one, not particularly strong.

But here...

She had drawn the special attention of the Herrscher of Consciousness.

A consciousness dream had descended.

It had triggered an extreme stress response in her.

Only after she had been gravely wounded and near death had she been forced to become a MANTIS.

Thanks to that.

Bianca, who should have died in the Herrscher of Reason crisis, had instead survived through sheer luck, though her body was far weaker than before.

Still, being alive was already a good thing.

As an aside.

The real Little Griseo was in better health than in the original story, and her preparations had been more thorough as well.

Mobius and the others had also done everything they could to find her a more suitable Honkai Beast.

As a result, her strength was not exceptionally great. But it was certainly not weak, either...

At the very least, among MANTISes, she ranked around the middle.

Among the Thirteen Flame-Chasers, she could steadily overpower Mobius, Pardofelis, and the others.

That was enough to live up to Stars' ranking, without too much water in it.

Though, to be fair... those who knew, knew.

The so-called rankings had never been determined entirely by strength.

Still.

If she could be stronger, why not?

Of course.

Even where there were differences from the original story in her past-life memories, the differences were not actually that great.

Because...

Little Griseo was still too young.

As the undisputed youngest one, she was naturally the most doted upon.

In their words, these adults were not dead yet.

There was no need for a little one like her to go to the battlefield.

And so.

Little Griseo still spent most of her time in the Sea of Quanta, keeping Apophis company.

At most, because she was stronger as a MANTIS, her gift for seeing colors—as well as drawing out and even using those colors—could now be consciously controlled.

Naturally, she would not suffer as deeply from it as she had originally.

That counted as another difference, didn't it?

Little Griseo silently and quietly watched the dim universe, then looked at her own reflection beyond the window.

Secretly comparing the differences between the two.

All in all, it was definitely better!

If it was a little better...

At least, it made people happy.

And then.

Since the Previous Era had been destroyed.

Of the Flame-Chasers, some had died, some had been wounded, and those who survived were still the same few.

They would open the shelters and head into the next era.

The four major plans Dr. Mei had formulated and finalized could then gradually be prepared for implementation.

Among them.

The original executor of the Ark Project had been Kosma.