It's All Right Now. Why, You Ask?

Of course, Sirin could only think about it. After all, that was her future body; she couldn't let it be damaged.

That was why she had spent the Honkai Energy she had painstakingly scraped together in the past to forcibly manifest herself and help Kiana overcome this crisis.

After all, manifesting without a body and affecting reality required dozens of times more Honkai Energy than acting through Kiana as a medium.

More importantly, letting Kiana use her abilities would gradually corrupt the opponent. Directly intervening like this, after wasting so much Honkai Energy, had achieved nothing except saving the life of that stupid, ignorant fool, Kiana!

If she hadn't been forced into it, she never would have manifested. In this state, she burned through thousands, even tens of thousands, of units of Honkai Energy every second.

Faced with Kiana's words, Sirin neither wanted nor had the time to respond. She spread open her right hand, and a pitch-black opening appeared in the path of the flying battle-axe.

Then, the battle-axe flew into it. The opening contracted, and everything vanished.

Next, she snapped her fingers. Several pitch-black openings appeared behind her, firing colorful black energy cannons at Theresa, who still seemed to be standing there in a daze.

PS: Time for a book recommendation: "I, a Novelist! Not a Hero"

A so-called hero existed to fulfill the requests of others.

Since the "Descent" incident, outsiders calling themselves players had poured into this world. As the war between the churches and the unbelieving madmen intensified, the forgotten aberrations also refused to remain lonely and forced their way back into people's sight...

Yet none of that had anything to do with her anymore.

If possible, the hero who was no longer needed simply wanted to write something and finish a story...

However, there was one problem: the girl wasn't good at writing. She couldn't write well about things she had never experienced.

To complete that story, she decided to bid farewell to her ordinary retired life and stir up trouble, bringing all sorts of crises—scratch that, fun—to everyone's boring daily lives.

What, you object?

That was disloyalty.

King of Trains was passionately pulling mobs online. Care to learn more? Your home was gone.

That was all.

PS2: Writing fanfiction could be difficult sometimes. If you directly copied the original settings and plot, no one would read it because it had been done to death. But if you heavily altered things yourself, people would complain that it didn't fit the original. The time spent thinking about plot and settings every day was no less than the time spent typing. It felt harder than working as a narrative designer. After all, a narrative designer only had to satisfy the lead designer; as for balance and art, just let those guys suffer, curse, and work overtime.

It's Already Fine, If You're Asking Why?

The most common standard for judging a skill's power was whether its explosion effects looked cool enough.

The explosion caused by Sirin's finger-snap energy cannon was certainly enormous.

"(ˉ▽~~) Tch~~"

Despite the spectacular visuals, Sirin could tell that her attack had been ineffective. It had been blocked by the opponent's pair of massive red wings.

If she had a physical body right now, how could she have merely opened a few portals and fired cannons? Back in the day, this Herrscher had been quite formidable too. She used to casually bombard enemies with hundreds of Floating Cannons.

Back then, she had been a woman with six Infinity Ba... Herrscher Cores. At the time, she had cut such a dashing figure, seemingly invincible across the world. She had only wanted to say to the "flying Siegfried," Derishya, and the worthless Valkyries who could only lie on the ground and rage helplessly after being casually swatted down by her, "Do you want to dance too?"

How could she have imagined that she would fall to such a state? Less than a tenth of her strength remained, all her divine gear was gone, and she even had to be a diligent nanny without pay.

Now, she hadn't even managed to instantly defeat an experiment created by Otto.

Seeing Theresa's familiar face, Sirin naturally recognized her. Back when she had still been a big shot, she had casually swatted aside a little girl like this.

Of course, she could tell that they were not the same person. Sirin, who knew Schicksal's darkness better than anyone, could roughly guess that this girl was also one of Schicksal's experiments.

Theoretically, as fellow Schicksal experiments and victims, they should have joined forces against Schicksal. But Sirin, whose consciousness had already become Herrscher-like, clearly didn't think like ordinary people.

Join forces? That would never happen in this lifetime!

The world was so vast, yet it was only enough for her alone to wreak havoc in. As a Herrscher, it was only natural for her to take the destruction of human civilization as her duty.

"You're actually this strong?!"

Kiana was dumbfounded by this sudden twist. She had thought she might die here, but she had never expected the person who had only ever nagged inside her head to suddenly appear, erase the battle-axe, and then unleash a bombardment of energy cannons.

Kiana had some confidence in her own strength, but without any high-powered firearms, she truly had no way to launch an attack with such spectacular explosive effects.

Seeing Kiana's shocked expression, Sirin couldn't help curling her lips upward. Now you know how formidable this Herrscher is, don't you?

Hmph, I refuse to believe you'll be able to resist the temptation of power from now on.

Then she heard Kiana continue complaining:

"Why didn't you come out sooner? You had me thinking I was going to die!"

"Could you be my Stand? The true power sleeping within me? Or maybe my second personality?"

Sirin: "..."

Kiana's train of thought still stunned her. Who the hell knew what a Stand was?!

Don't take this Herrscher saving you for granted, you ungrateful brat! Could you at least show some basic gratitude toward your lifesaver?!

"Shut up!"

Sirin had never had a good temper, so she immediately cut Kiana off. Otherwise, who knew what more infuriating nonsense the girl would say?

"You white-haired idiot, do you know how much power I used up just to manifest and save you? After we get back, I don't know how long I'll have to sleep before I can recover it!"

"If you don't want to die, shut up. The battle isn't over yet!"

Just as Sirin had said, after the smoky haze from the explosion dispersed, a massive red cocoon appeared in the sky. It was Theresa, wrapped in her wings to form an absolute defense.

"Theresa was scared to death—"

The red wings in midair slowly unfolded, revealing Theresa inside, her face somewhat flustered and her heart full of unease.

Although she was also named Theresa, she was not Theresa Apocalypse, the S-rank Valkyrie of Schicksal, principal of St. Freya Academy, one of Honkai Impact 3rd's three major gacha scams, and the academy head who never paid the Captain's salary.

Just as Sirin had guessed, she too was an artificial human created by Schicksal's Grand Bishop, Otto Apocalypse, in an attempt to resurrect his former fiancée, Kallen Kaslana. She had been made using Kallen's genes, the Honkai Beast Vishnu, the power of the Key of Corruption, Jizo Mitama, and a strand of silver hair belonging to some great being.

Her sole purpose was to use her ability to infect people into half-human, half-Honkai Beast creatures and prolong her "sister's" life.

Even after escaping Grandfather's—Otto's—cage, she had not gained true freedom. Her older sister, Kallen Kaslana—another of Otto's experiments, Sin Hunter—had taken her from place to place, constantly fleeing from Grandfather's pursuit.

Although they had settled in Changkong City for over a year, aside from staying at home and occasionally going out to buy snacks, she had never gone anywhere else.

Theresa's life had no color, only black and white, so naturally she had never had much chance to fight. First, her sister protected her. Second, fighting could easily cause the unstable power inside her to go berserk, making it impossible to suppress her bloodthirsty urges.