My Name Is Kiana Kaslana

Thinking about it, he really was an ordinary and somewhat failed transmigrator. Fortunately, he had not joined some multiverse chat group, or Mo Yi would have been too embarrassed not to leave it himself.

Mo Yi had thought his quiet little life would go on like this forever. He had not expected that an accidental action a few days ago—

The decision to rent out an extra room in his house to earn some pocket money would turn his uneventful life upside down!

"Ding-dong, ding-dong—"

Mo Yi had just been dreaming about discussing with Garen, Might of Demacia, how to catch an opponent off guard from the bushes. He had wanted to roll around in bed a little longer, but the doorbell, which no one had rung in who knew how long, kept ringing nonstop. As for renting out a room, Mo Yi's life was so fulfilling that he had long forgotten about it.

"Coming—"

Mo Yi casually threw on an outer garment over his pajamas and went to open the door.

"Hello—"

What greeted Mo Yi's eyes was a delivery girl in the yellow uniform of a food delivery worker, with two long silver braids and azure eyes that instantly seized his attention... a girl?

But why did she look so familiar?

Seventeen years had passed since he transmigrated, and Mo Yi, now in his second year of high school, had already begun to forget many memories from his former life.

For some reason, when he saw this girl, beautiful by both Eastern and Western standards, the word "trouble" naturally surfaced in Mo Yi's mind.

His favorite novel lately had been "Little World, Endless Fun." This was just a joke reference.

Chapter 2: My Name Is Kiana Kaslana

My name was Mo Yi. Mo as in emotionless, Yi as in carefree. I was an utterly ordinary high school student working hard to unlock my cheat ability.

Ten years ago, my parents had suddenly passed away, leaving behind a luxurious multi-story duplex that would still be considered impressive even now. Since they had moved to Changkong City from elsewhere and had no other relatives in the city, there had been no melodramatic plot where relatives bullied the young Mo Yi to seize his inheritance.

Work? No way I was going to work. I would never work in this life!

As a promising young man with a cheat ability, what kind of sense did it make to spend all day thinking about earning money through work instead of properly developing it?

Living off my parents' inheritance forever was unrealistic. Money would eventually run out, and there was inflation to consider. So, relying on memories from my previous life, I plagiarized novels I had read back then and debuted as a great literary master.

The facts proved that no matter how gifted someone was, if they did not devote their attention to it, they could hardly reach the pinnacle and become a giant in that field.

Take Mo Yi, for example. Since he devoted most of his attention to conquering Honor of Kings, even with complete templates from another world in his head, he had only become a novelist who could barely support himself, caught awkwardly between the first and second tiers.

That was perfectly normal. Different worlds had different cultural differences. Something popular in another world would not necessarily remain popular in this world at this particular time, even if copied word for word.

Ten years ago, Dou Qi Transforms into a Horse could succeed. Ten years later, even if Dou Qi Transforms into a Dragon featured ten fiancées breaking off engagements in a single day, it would not move readers.

In terms of traditional Eastern philosophy, every success was a miracle that could only emerge when timing, location, and human harmony all came together.

Of course, Mo Yi was very busy. Besides daily life and schoolwork, he focused most of his energy on conquering Honor of Kings.

Especially after what happened ten years ago, Mo Yi had come to understand that this world was different from the one before he transmigrated.

This world possessed Supernatural Abilities, magic, and other things that had once existed only in Mo Yi's imagination.

No matter how well he did in the cultural industry or how much money he earned, some purple potato might snap its fingers in some corner of the universe one day, and he could turn to ashes without even realizing it.

So what was the point of earning so much money?

If he had no way to grow stronger or avoid such a tragic fate, then submitting to destiny and being a plagiarist would not have been a bad choice.

But he had a cheat ability and could change his own fate. If he did not focus on it, then one day the aftershock of some Supernatural Abilities battle might suddenly strike him from above and kill him. If that happened, he could only blame himself; his death would be completely pointless.

Of course, after ten years of development, Mo Yi had learned more about this world. Those with extraordinary power were not called ability users. The mainstream term was Cultivators, people who absorbed Spiritual Energy from the air. Of course, some places called the energy that made people stronger "mana," but it was all the same thing with different names.

Cultivators were people who could absorb Spiritual Energy and become stronger through evolution. Some of them awakened special abilities, such as manipulating flames, controlling gravity, or growing stronger by absorbing negative emotions. Such people were also called Awakened.

An Awakened was necessarily a Cultivator, but a Cultivator was not necessarily Awakened.

That sounded a little convoluted, so here was a simpler explanation. Everyone was playing a game called "Honkai Impact 3rd." Everyone who played the game was called a player, but players who spent money were called paying players.

A paying player was definitely a player, but a player was not necessarily a paying player. An ordinary player was merely there to highlight the paying player and boost their sense of accomplishment. With equal skill, paying players were simply awesome. Well, that was roughly the idea.

Ordinary Cultivators were ordinary players, while Awakened were paying players. At the same level, an Awakened with special abilities was simply stronger than an ordinary Cultivator.

However, as someone whose identity was that of an ordinary person, Mo Yi could only learn information up to this extent.

There was no further information about Cultivators online at all. It was as if some unknown force had sealed it away, separating the world of Cultivators from that of ordinary people.

Of course, it was not as though Mo Yi had no way of learning about the Cultivator world shrouded in mist. As long as he went to the Cultivator Association, which had branches in every city, to take the certification exam and become a licensed Cultivator, he would naturally be able to learn more.

In fact, after all these years of development, parents no longer took pride in having their children study math, physics, and chemistry. Getting into a Cultivator academy, something ordinary people could only dream of, was the real iron rice bowl. Academic subjects were only chosen by children who failed their aptitude tests.

Of course, the proportion of people with cultivation aptitude was extremely small, roughly one percent.

As for why Mo Yi did not reveal that he was also a Cultivator and join the Cultivator Association?

Naturally, it was so he could develop quietly!

Among the many heroes in Honor of Kings, the one Mo Yi had interacted with most was Bald Great Demon King Ryze. Not only had he learned all sorts of magic and Runes from him, but he had also been influenced by him.

His favorite saying was that only by settling oneself down, enduring loneliness, and studying and researching properly could one become a true mage.

Put simply—develop quietly, do not get cocky! Once I had a full six-item build, I could just roll my keyboard across them!

That was why Mo Yi chose to maintain his identity as an ordinary person and play games properly.

Who knew whether he could still maintain his current leisurely life after suddenly entering the Cultivator world? Unlike others, Mo Yi did not need cultivation resources or combat experience for the time being. He only needed to play games to become stronger, so why wade into muddy waters?

Especially since the abilities of the Awakened came in every imaginable variety. Who knew if someone might have mind-reading abilities and see through all of Mo Yi's secrets?

Before his level and equipment had caught up, he had better lie low.

Moreover, extraordinary people were drawn to one another, and extraordinary people also meant trouble. To avoid attracting trouble, developing quietly and farming his way to higher levels was the best choice for a late-game hero like Mo Yi.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong—"

After the long-unused doorbell rang, Mo Yi went to answer the door and saw a silver-haired twin-tailed delivery girl.

After routinely saying hello, Mo Yi followed his gut instinct that this girl was synonymous with "trouble." Before she could speak, he said, "I didn't order delivery. You might have the wrong address."

"Then I won't keep you from your work. Bye-bye."

With that, Mo Yi moved to close the door.

The other party was youthful and beautiful, with an exotic charm, and she was exactly the type Mo Yi, an Easterner, liked—a white-haired girl. But what did that have to do with me, Mo Yi?!