The Captain Just Wants to Go Home and Play Games

When technology reaches its later stages, it's indeed no less formidable than mysticism—but advancing technology is a matter for the entire species, requiring far too much time and resources.

Moreover, humanity's inherent contradictions ensure that conflict between individuals will never disappear. The higher technology climbs, the more it tends to become a tool in the hands of the powerful. The 'individual person'—just one cell within the civilization of humanity—has no real agency whatsoever.

Perhaps, before humanity is destroyed by the Honkai Will, it might be wiped out by its own nuclear conflicts, regressing back to a primitive society.

Thus, choosing the path of mysticism—selecting and evolving outstanding individuals from the human collective through survival of the fittest and the law of the jungle, using them to fight the Honkai Will's ultimate weapon, the 'Herrscher'—becomes a very good choice.

Don't ask how Mo Yi could conjure up all this in an instant. In his past life as a game designer, he was responsible for various storylines and scripts. If he were tasked with writing the world's background for this world, Mo Yi would probably set it up just like this.

Of course, thinking too much is useless. For all he knows, this might just be a coincidence—a simple, low-probability event: the Honkai World meeting an Aura revival.

After listening to Kiana's explanation of cultivator common sense, Mo Yi couldn't help trying to persuade Kiana, who was addicted to the sense of achievement from delivering food, "Kiana, don't you have any other plans? Are you just going to keep delivering food?"

"Don't you feel like you're wasting your life meaninglessly?"

Every man wants to persuade a fallen woman to turn over a new leaf, and right now Mo Yi was trying to persuade Kiana to do something meaningful. Delivering food can sustain life, but it's not a long-term plan. Improving her own strength, or studying more, learning more skills—that's the most suitable path for a teenage girl like Kiana.

"Not at all—"

Kiana wasn't angry at Mo Yi's somewhat preachy words. As someone sensitive by nature, she could feel that Mo Yi was saying this out of concern, not sarcasm or showing off.

"For an E-class cultivator like me, if I want to level up, I need to do more missions. After my performance is good enough, I can take the promotion exam. The benefits after promotion are worlds apart from before. For me, delivering food is the best mission for building performance."

Mo Yi: "..."

Well, even the Cultivator Association cares about performance reviews. What a society.

"Besides, I'm on my own and need to earn a living. Delivering food like this, I can make about a hundred thousand or so each month—"

Kiana muttered a bit gloomily:

"It's not much, but it barely covers living expenses. Once my cultivator rank goes up, I won't have to work so hard on these tedious low-level missions."

"Cough, cough—"

Relying on memories from his past life, Mo Yi had been fairly successful as a copycat writer, but since he hadn't put much effort into it, he only made around ten thousand a month. At best, a few tens of thousands. He thought he was doing pretty well, but compared to Kiana, he was just a little brother.

At this moment, Mo Yi looked at Kiana with a strange expression, thinking only one thing:

"Coach Kiana, I want to learn how to deliver food!"

He possessed the skill 'Riding EX'. Even riding a bicycle, he could outpace a sports car. With that skill, plus other abilities—like the 'Shadow Clones' from Master of Shadows, Zed—he could split into hundreds of clones without much trouble, combat aside. Mo Yi figured he could monopolize half of Changkong City's food delivery.

A monthly income of millions no longer seemed out of reach.

No, wait—he was destined to be the King of Games. How could he waste time on something as trivial as making money?

Suppressing the urge in his heart, Mo Yi complained, "Kiana, you're making a hundred thousand a month. How are you still so broke?"

"Well, I need to cultivate, maintain my firearms, buy ammunition—it's expensive, you know."

Kiana said a bit dejectedly:

"Those Stigmata Crystals—well, you might not know what they are—they're stones that speed up cultivation. Crazy expensive. They just went up in price again, almost ten thousand each. Other people use several a day, but I only use a few a month."

Mo Yi: "..."

I knew it.

No pay-to-win, no getting stronger!

Luckily, Mo Yi was destined to be a grinder—a man who could level up and get stronger just by playing games well. As for conquering the 'Little World Game', he hadn't found any pay-to-win features yet.

If he could pay, he'd drop a hundred million first.

I earned that money fair and square—why should I grind!

"Also, I'm planning to stop traveling around and settle down in Changkong City. I'll improve my strength and cultivator rank, and then I'll be able to access more useful information."

Kiana clenched her fists, her eyes burning with determination. Whether she was talking to Mo Yi or to herself, she said, "If I work hard, I'll definitely find (Father)."

"You can do it—"

In that instant, Mo Yi felt Kiana suddenly seemed taller. He couldn't help picking up the Happy Water beside him, pouring a full glass for the big shot Kiana, and handing it to her, encouraging, "Keep it up."

"Thanks—"

Kiana took the Happy Water and downed it in one gulp, drinking it with the boldness of someone chugging Flying Maotai. She giggled, "But my recent plan is to go to school first."

"Yeah, that Senba Academy. Have you heard of it, Mo Yi?"

Mo Yi: "..."

Alright. Back when I was in high school, I thought 'Senba Academy' sounded strangely familiar, but I got used to it and brushed it off.

Now that Kiana mentioned it, wasn't Senba High the key map where Kiana's protagonist group grinded monsters in Changkong City?

At this moment, Mo Yi felt more and more that the world he was in really seemed to be the Honkai World. Would the Honkai really descend upon Changkong City?

As for why it would descend on Changkong City specifically—those details were too fine. No matter how hard Mo Yi tried to recall, he couldn't remember. It seemed to have something to do with another heroine of the Honkai World, Raiden Mei.

However, as a student at Senba High, Mo Yi usually spent all his time on two things: conquering the 'Little World Game' and writing novels to make money. At school, he was a typical loner. He knew his classmates, but none of them could be called friends.

I have many classmates, but few friends.JPG.

With his limited information, he naturally had no idea whether there was a female student named Raiden Mei among the tens of thousands of students at Senba Academy.

Mo Yi's home didn't have a prairie, so he couldn't raise wild horses—naturally, he had no mood to care about his female classmate's problems.

Once he quietly grew into this world's Meat Mountain Great Demon King, would he still need to worry about finding a wife?

Since nothing could be guaranteed from the start, it was better not to start at all.

As someone who had been through it, Mo Yi understood this kind of reasoning well.

"Uh, I've heard of it—"

Mo Yi complained:

"I'm studying there right now, what do you think?"

"What a coincidence—"

Kiana happily clapped her hands together and laughed:

"Then I don't have to worry about finding my way around Senba Academy as a new student."