Chat Group : Another Fate From Honkai

Who knows what kind of mental state Nagami was in while bathing Inori.

Maybe it was because she'd just come out of the incubation chamber and immediately spent the whole day at the amusement park, but once she hit the bed, she fell asleep almost instantly.

Nagami gently placed his right hand over Inori's soft, pale stomach.

Activating the Herrscher of Reason's power, he scanned her body, using the ability to reconstruct the few missing cells and complete her physiological makeup.

The fine-tuned process took some time, but even so, it didn't take more than an hour to finish her bodily adjustments.

Inori's physical condition was already nearly identical to a normal human's.

She was just one small step away from perfection.

After quietly covering her with the blanket, Nagami walked to the balcony.

He "opened" the window, soared out into the night sky, and then seamlessly restored the window behind him using Herrscher power.

Because it was nighttime, he didn't bother activating optical camouflage.

Once he reached a certain altitude, his speed suddenly surged as he rocketed into the sky, his silhouette vanishing into the darkness.

Tonight… he would demonstrate what a real infiltration looked like.

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Hovering a thousand meters in the air, Nagami focused his senses on the positions of the Origin Stone and the Void Genome.

The Origin Stone appeared to be deep within an underground facility.

As for the Void Genome, in the original story there were two samples—but based on his current readings, only one had been completed.

He briefly sensed the faint trace of the second Void Genome—like a shooting star flickering across the edge of his perception.

But to the Herrscher of Reason, this posed no issue at all.

As long as he could obtain one complete sample, Nagami could analyze it with his Alpha Stigma Eyes and reproduce it with Herrscher power.

In theory, no matter how advanced a biological weapon might be, Nagami could mass-produce it—unless it involved some deeper, unique metaphysical concept.

After two seconds of deliberation, Nagami chose to head for the nearest complete sample of the Void Genome.

Either way, it didn't matter which one he got first—both missions required infiltration.

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The city beneath him sparkled brightly, bathed in silvery moonlight and dotted with countless stars.

A faint crescent hung high above, casting a cool glow on the endless nightscape.

Unnoticed by all, a figure silently cut through the thin clouds above the glowing skyline.

He stopped before a skyscraper dozens of stories tall, wind from the upper atmosphere tugging at his bangs.

Nagami looked down.

Though the ground below was no larger than a palm from his perspective, every detail of the building and its surroundings was crystal clear under his Herrscher-enhanced vision.

His gaze locked onto a humanoid metal figure stationed near the perimeter.

It was called the Ultimate Howler—a combat mech remotely piloted by operators from afar.

In this world, it served as one of the primary instruments of war.

You could… sort of call it this universe's version of a Gundam.

But sadly, it lacked the kind of romantic piloting fantasy that would make a mech fan's heart race.

What he was seeing now were the most common models—stationed as mobile security units, essentially high-end patrol bots.

"Doesn't feel as threatening as Daddy Titan," Nagami muttered to himself.

Besides, they had one major flaw: once connected, the pilot experienced shared sensory input with the mech.

Which meant if the unit got destroyed, the pilot had to forcefully sever the connection—otherwise, they'd suffer serious injury from neural feedback.

Kind of insane when you thought about it.

A soft purple hexagram glowed within Nagami's pupils.

The Alpha Stigma Eyes had already analyzed the Ultimate Howler's material composition and mechanical framework.

While he hadn't fully deciphered its operating logic, he had successfully reverse-engineered the mech's hardware.

The hardest part, of course, was the neural-link system between pilot and mech.

Maybe he'd dig deeper into that tech later… and bring the designs back to the Honkai world?

...Nope.

On second thought, trying to advance tech trees in Honkai was basically a death wish.

A swarm of blue light particles enveloped Nagami's body, swirling like spiritual serpents.

His Herrscher battle gear materialized: a blue coat, shimmering with light energy.

He honed in on the location of the Void Genome, then extended his right hand in the opposite direction.

Brilliant cerulean particles gathered behind him, forming an elaborate mechanical framework.

Naturally, it wasn't something over-the-top like a nuke—just a few standard missiles.

After all, you had to match the genre. In a sci-fi setting, why throw fireballs when you could use futuristic weapons?

"Infiltration... commence."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the roar of missiles tearing through the sky echoed in the night.

Each one was encased in a vivid glow, their tail flames tracing blinding white streaks across the sky as they homed in on their targets—slamming with precision into the mechs below.

The bluish Ultimate Howlers were instantly swallowed by the blast and shattered into scrap by the shockwave.

"We're under attack!!"

"Return fire! Return fire!!"

The shout and blaring alarms rang out almost simultaneously.

"Damn it, stop shooting! That's friendly fire!"

"The hell you mean friendly?! Where's the enemy?!"

...

The thunderous sounds of explosions echoed across the GHQ research facility, plunging the entire building into chaos.

"Hoho~ Have fun down there."

Though no one could see him, the young man bowed elegantly in midair.

With a casual snap of his fingers, a new wave of missiles—trailing ethereal blue flames—launched in different directions, each aimed at separate points across the facility.

Their staggered trajectories added confusion to the attack, making it harder for the defenders to trace the source.

Nodding to himself in satisfaction, Nagami cloaked his body in a layer of metamaterial with negative refractive index, recreated using Honkai energy.

Then, he shot off toward the location of the Void Genome.

A single punch shattered the specially reinforced glass window, but the crackling of nearby artillery easily masked the sound of breaking glass.

Right now, most of the facility's defensive forces had been lured to the front, leaving Nagami with a completely unobstructed path through the base.

This world did have optical camouflage technology, so it wasn't like the enemy had no way of detecting him.

However, even those soldiers equipped with thermal sensors couldn't react fast enough to catch Nagami's movements.

Before they could even register his presence, they'd already be unconscious beneath arcs of crackling lightning.

With his enhanced perception, there was simply no way anyone could spot him in advance.

As for surveillance systems? Every single one along his route had been silently fried by high-voltage pulses.

And just like that, the operation was a flawless, textbook-level infiltration.

"...So this is the Void Genome."

Nagami stood before a silver containment chamber filled with a crimson liquid—clear and vibrant, yet as red as blood.

His violet, hexagram-shaped pupils slowly rotated as he began to analyze it on the way back.

"Tch. Just as I thought… this thing isn't purely technological."

His voice carried a hint of frustration.

After analyzing the Genome, the results were disappointing—it couldn't be replicated.

The most critical part contained a trait that even current-level Nagami couldn't decipher.

A trait tied to the soul.

Thinking about it more carefully, it actually made sense.

The story of Guilty Crown, after all, did touch on some very esoteric concepts.

There were clear parallels to the Kabbalistic Tree of Life.

Shu Ouma's ability—his Void—was to receive and accept all things, just like the core concept of Kabbalah itself.

The titles "Adam" and "Eve" weren't just symbolic—they represented actual archetypal positions with metaphysical significance.

Nagami encased the Void Genome in a custom protective metal container.

Once safely secured, he left the lab and flew toward the location of the second Genome sample.

Compared to the completed sample, this one was less protected.

This time, he didn't even need to create a diversion with missiles or bait the Ultimate Howlers.

With nothing but optical camouflage active, he walked straight into the second facility, calm and composed.

Electromagnetic waves, invisible to the naked eye, rippled across his body.

Every surveillance system in his path was silently and thoroughly disabled.

Using Herrscher powers to infiltrate in this world—there was no one alive who could stop him.

He casually swung his hand forward.

A dazzling burst of purple lightning erupted like a divine pillar, slamming into the steel gate before him.

The door exploded violently, and the shockwave blasted the guards behind it off their feet.

Arcs of high-voltage electricity surged across their bodies, instantly paralyzing them.

Inside, sealed within reinforced equipment, the second Void Genome sample shimmered in a radiant, dreamlike glow.

But after a quick scan, Nagami confirmed it contained the same unreplicable trait as the first one.

With no hesitation, he blasted the device apart and transferred the glowing liquid into a recreated container.

Then, breaking through a nearby window, Nagami's feet slowly lifted off the ground.

His body began to rise, ascending silently into the sky.

But just as he was about to leave, he froze in midair.

Hovering above the research facility, the night wind whipped against his long, blue Herrscher coat.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Well now... I suppose this counts as our first meeting, Gravekeeper."

He smiled, greeting the seemingly empty air before him in an unusually friendly, almost playful tone.

"...Who are you?"

A voice replied from the void.

The air shimmered.

Colorful beams of light, glowing with surreal beauty, condensed in midair until they took on a solid form—that of a young boy.