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The previous chapters were full of memes and gags, and many people felt they were toxic points. If you don't like that, you can directly skip ahead to Chapter 10. Just skip! From Chapter 10 onward, the story aligns with the original main plot, the gags drop significantly, and the real storyline kicks in.
If you enjoy the meme-play, stay and keep reading. If not, just jump straight ahead.
Transmission array → whoosh whoosh whoosh—snap!
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"Quack! How could this happen!"
The human brain is truly a mysterious thing. The more you don't want to think about something, the more it will scatter your thoughts wildly toward it—like starlight scattering madly toward a trash can.
[Old Ones, Outer Gods, the Starry Sky, the Fallen Mother Goddess…]
Thanks for the reminder. Damn you to hell.
As a Messenger, Sairuis had a thinking speed far beyond ordinary humans. The instant he became aware of his situation, these contamination-bearing words—words that should never even be known—rushed through his head like migrating alpacas.
He wasn't sure if his "Emenator" rank could resist the corruption of the stars. After all, in Honkai Star Rail, the concept of "rank" didn't even exist. Though he was the Emenator of Elation, with his body filled with all sorts of mixed-up energies, he wasn't especially strong in any particular field.
At least in intelligence, he couldn't compare to Herta or Screwy; in vitality, he couldn't compare to Blade. If you broke his abilities down, each one individually was only a little stronger than the Sequences of the Lord of the Mysteries world.
Barely counted as half of a Sequence 0 True God.
Sairius felt a chill run through his scalp. If those Outer Gods noticed him, someone as weak as him might be snatched up and turned into star-rage fuel.
[Gu, this is exactly what I wanted to see!]
"Shut it, Snow Leopard!"
[Imagine it: this corruption invades your flesh, like the pollution of an Outer God brutally humiliating and strengthening your body—your dignity stripped and destroyed! Even suicide is impossible, because with their power, saving you is trivial.]
[You're hallucinating now. A powerful tune rings in your mind, like an ancient song. You don't know its origin, but an uncanny feeling floods over you, goosebumps bursting across your skin while cold sweat pours.]
[What master of corruption has descended here?]
[Wow, this eerie sensation, this twisted force, this temptation toward depravity—this is peak corruption!]
[Wawawawawa, this corruption is scarier than facing a billion serial killers!]
"…Why did the tone suddenly go insane? Did Aha install some kind of plug-in for you?"
["Hahaha, in this era, being corrupted from praying to Outer Gods is nothing new," whispers a voice at your ear. "But we know you're an outsider. That's why we summoned the most perverse Fallen Mother Goddess to greet you. She'll give you infinite joy. Don't underestimate her—her perversity among the Outer Gods is like a Celestial Venerable or a God among mortals. She has unique skills, her willpower shakes the universe, and her secret weapon will give you a shocking surprise! Hahaha!"]
[Hearing this, you roar in anger: "You… you damned Outer Gods… you can't… you must not… you cannot do this!"]
"…Why is there actual dialogue now? This feels weirdly high-end."
["Why not, outsider? This corruption is our gift to you. Enjoy it! Hahaha!"]
["Nonsense! I'll kill you all! Slaughter every one of you!"]
["Ohhh, strong and forceful, yes. But even if you kill, fall first, then kill. Heh heh. Let me test your willpower!"]
"This kind of dialogue-only description has zero visual sense. People who haven't read Sea Tiger can't even imagine it." Sairuis complained.
["Nooo! Don't!" you cry, collapsing to your knees, fists clenched, tears falling from your eyes.]
"…You give in way too easily."
["Haha! I'll make OO and XX grow out of his body!"]
"…Isn't this a little too outrageous?"
["Don't stop—pollute him harder!" The Outer Gods laugh at you, taunting: "Let's see, faced with this corruption, will you also feel excitement? Hahaha! Outsider, how does it feel? How does it feel?!"]
[At last, you cannot bear it, crying out to the heavens: "God of Fun, save meee!"]
["Huh? Sairuis? That's his cry for help." But at this moment, only your beloved Aha could help you. In another world, Aha faintly sensed your plea for a second, then ignored it. After hesitating, Aha just went back to seeking fun. Maybe it was just a false feeling.]
[Sairuis? (indifferent)]
With a shiver,He broke free from Erha's terrifying narration. Waving his hand to scatter away the intrusive "narrator text," he muttered, "Stop scaring yourself. The barriers and astral world have already cut Earth off from the outside. Outer God corruption can't really seep in." He tried to comfort himself.
[But what if you were corrupted before you entered Earth?]
"I landed directly inside Earth—how would I get corrupted outside?"
[You know the Astral World is symbolic, separating the occult 'inside' from the 'outside.' And as a transmigrator, that means without doubt, before you crossed, you were in the 'outside.']
"…That's… that's too much of a stretch."
He checked himself. His body seemed fine. Then he pulled out his phone to try calling friends—no signal. He felt for the imaginary number energy in the air—no obstruction. Clicking his tongue, he sighed.
Since he was here, he'd settle in. First, get some money, and find a place to live. After that, maybe he could meet the story's protagonist, Klein, and stir the plot. That would definitely be fun.
"Crossing worlds is only interesting if you interact with the main character. Otherwise, what's the point? Might as well not cross at all." That was his thought.
[Hm? Fallen Mother Goddess? When did you arrive? Ah, I love you too.]
"…What nonsense are you spouting now?"
Ignoring Erha's manic rambling, He thought about Klein's house. It should be on Iron Cross Street… what number again? He couldn't quite recall…
Seemed like…
Suddenly, the "Prison Barrel Kid" in his hands snapped its lid shut, leaped up, and slammed an elbow right into his face, shouting loudly: "Man!"
When he first bought it, he'd taken it to Aha for a blessing. That gave it a little sentience—but also meant it sometimes glitched.
[The machine spirit is displeased. Now you must perform the appeasement ritual.]
Yes, it was time to appease. he grabbed the Prison Barrel Kid.
With force, he shook his arm rapidly up and down, like shaking a Coke before handing it to a friend. Meanwhile, he chanted the Binary Hymn of the Mechanicus from Warhammer 40K:
"0111011100100001…"
[Chanting this cursed stuff… if you actually pull out something that isn't yours, you'll regret it.]
"Thankfully nothing. Praise the Emperor."
[Praise what?]
"It's because nothing happened, that's why I praise the Emperor."
Soon, the Prison Barrel Kid slumped into a baby-like sleep, its limbs dangling in peace.
[Prison Barrel! You're crash-landing!]
"Kids, this isn't funny."
[My elbows tread thin ice—will they reach the other shore? What can I say?]
"…If I play See You Again right now, won't you explode inside the jailhouse?"
Dropping the bickering with Erha, He returned to his earlier thought. What was he planning again? Right—earn some money, then find a place to live.
(End of Chapter)