"Love that you walk the dark alleys alone,
Love your undefeated appearance~"
A young man named Ryn was eating hotpot and singing in a restaurant when suddenly, a strange, cross-shaped pattern flashed on the back of his right hand. Then, an ethereal and pleasant voice echoed in Ryn's mind.
[Are you free? Could you come and save me?]
Ryn paused for a moment, then subconsciously replied.
"If you think I can do it, then I'm willing to try."
"Beep beep beep~"
A large truck suddenly appeared, horn blaring, and charged into the restaurant. It sent Ryn's hotpot flying and stopped right in front of him.
Then, Ryn blinked, and in that instant, he vanished from the restaurant.
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Startled awake, Ryn opened his eyes and looked around, frantically patting himself down. A cold sweat broke out on his back. That was terrifying. I was only 0.01 meters away from that truck.
He was definitely not in the same place anymore. The city Ryn had been in was all steel and concrete, and it was the middle of a sweltering summer—the kind where you could drop an egg on the pavement and it would cook. But now, all he could see was white snow. The trees on both sides of the road were covered in a thick blanket of it, their shapes barely recognizable.
Ryn leaned against a tree by the roadside to check his condition. Yep, hands and feet were still there, none taken. After confirming that not only was he not missing any parts, but he had also gained an extremely cool purple pattern on the back of his hand, Ryn leaned back and held his right hand up. The purple pattern glittered in the sunlight.
"I'm screwed. Damn my eighth-grade syndrome. I thought I was hearing things, but I really got isekai'd by a truck! I thought those novels were just making things up. Who knew it would be my turn?"
[I'm sorry, this is my first time doing this too. I've read a lot of novels where the main character gets hit by a truck and travels to another world, so I thought you might like this method. I'm sorry, it won't happen again.]
The ethereal and pleasant voice reappeared, and at the same time, the pattern on the back of Ryn's hand felt warm.
"There's a next time for this thing?! By the way, are you in this pattern on my hand? Can you please explain what's going on?"
[This is my Stigmata. My power and memories are inscribed within it. My name is... I'm sorry, I've lived for too long, I can't quite remember my name for a moment. Let's skip the introductions for now. In my world, there is a periodic natural disaster called the "Honkai," which is also the rhythm of the universe's periodic adjustments. The timing of Honkai eruptions is completely irregular, and their forms are unpredictable, but what is certain is that when the Honkai erupts, it releases a highly efficient and dangerous energy—Honkai energy.
Honkai energy is more efficient than any other existing energy in the world, but it corrodes living beings, turning them into Honkai Beasts and Honkai Zombies. And after every "Great Eruption," a Herrscher is born.
The Honkai is the unfathomable will of God, and the Herrschers are its apostles. Herrschers possess powers granted by the Honkai, but their ability to wield these powers is limited by the development of civilization. The purpose of a Herrscher is to execute the will of the Honkai, exhibiting a strong desire to destroy all existing things... (N-thousand words omitted here)]
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"Osu! So after hearing your introduction, my mission is to kick Herrschers, crush the Honkai, and defeat the Honkai itself? I'm feeling totally pumped up!"
In this world of ice and snow, Ryn maintained a "physically" forced calm. He had just received too much information, and his eyes were shining as if the door to a new world had been opened.
"I feel like I'm full of power now, my whole body feels so light!"
[Emmm, according to the feedback the Stigmata is giving me, you're probably hallucinating from the cold. I suggest you find a place to warm up first, or you'll freeze to death on the side of the road. Huh, wait... something about this world seems a bit off...]
She suddenly went silent, but Ryn could feel the Stigmata on the back of his hand continuously heating up. Ryn found a short stick and gripped it, his back against a large tree, warily scanning his surroundings.
"What happened? Is it time to fight? But if the Honkai and Herrschers are so powerful, I'm just an ordinary person right now. It seems like there's nothing I can do!"
[The Honkai concentration isn't right, and the Honkai itself isn't right either. It seems I sent you to the wrong world. Just hang on for a bit...]
"Huh?!!"
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"Huh, why is someone passed out here? Aren't they cold, wearing so little!"
A little white-haired fuzzball, dressed in a thick, white down jacket with a green chameleon hair clip, two braided pigtails resting on her shoulders, and carrying a backpack several sizes too large for her, was poking Ryn with a nearby tree branch.
The white-haired fuzzball slapped Ryn a few times. Seeing no reaction, she reached out and touched his forehead.
"Yikes, it's so hot. He has a fever!"
"As a shield of the people, as a Kaslana, I, Kiana Kaslana, can't just leave someone to die!"
Discovering that Ryn's forehead was burning and his temperature was very high, she thought for a moment before dropping her large backpack. She took out a large blanket, draped it over Ryn, and then hoisted him onto her shoulders and started running home.
In the vast expanse of snow, the little white-haired fuzzball made one footprint after another in the thick snow. Ryn was much heavier than her original backpack, and after carrying him for a while, she was starting to get out of breath.
She placed Ryn on the ground, preparing to take a short rest. Ryn's long purple hair spread out on the ground, his delicate features as beautiful as a young maiden's, and he was wearing an unfamiliar school uniform in red and white.
"Wow! I didn't get a good look before. It's an ultra-invincible pretty girl!"
Kiana's eyes seemed to turn into stars, twinkling brightly, and a trickle of drool unconsciously escaped the corner of her mouth.
"Ahem, what am I doing! Saving someone is more important, saving someone is more important. Hehehe, a pretty girl~ a pretty girl~"
Kiana feigned composure with a cough, preparing to lift Ryn and continue onward, but she was captivated by his appearance again. While hoisting Ryn onto her shoulder, she let out a perverted giggle, "Hehehe."
After walking for a while, Kiana switched from carrying Ryn on her shoulder to carrying him on her back.
Ryn's head rested on Kiana's shoulder. Kiana didn't notice at first, but after her face accidentally brushed against Ryn's, a sense of comfort she had never felt before refreshed her spirits.
Kiana, who had been focused on hurrying, once again revealed a perverted smile.
"Hehehe, so this is a pretty girl's face! It feels so good cheek-to-cheek, just a little hot. I'll just rub against it a bit more."