Chat Group : Another Fate From Honkai

As dusk fell and the sun dipped below the horizon, the moon rose into the darkening sky.

Beyond the glass, the world shimmered like a sea of neon lights, reflecting the starlit heavens above.

It was hard to tell where the earth ended and the sky began—an illusion of boundless beauty.

A pink-haired girl leaned against the railing, gazing outward.

The dazzling kaleidoscope of colors danced in her glass-like eyes, turning them into the most radiant jewels in existence.

Even the dreamy scenery outside paled in comparison to the brilliance within her gaze.

Their eyes met in an instant—boy and girl turning at the same time.

The afterglow of colors lingered in their pupils, capturing a fleeting yet unforgettable beauty.

Nagami reached out and gently ruffled Inori's cherry-pink hair, as flawless as untouched snow. A warm smile played on his lips.

It wasn't his imagination—something was different about Inori today.

Her emotional responses were richer, more vivid than yesterday.

Nagami hoped it was because of him, but after some thought and a bit of simple deduction, he knew the reason: Mana Ouma was awakening.

A fragment of Mana's consciousness was beginning to seep into Inori's will.

It carried with it Mana's own emotional framework, accelerating Inori's emotional development.

While the idea of mental infiltration sounded ominous, it really depended on who was being affected.

The Virus was undeniably a collective consciousness—very different from an individual's.

But collective minds had their own strengths, like true multitasking, something individual minds could barely grasp.

Still, for someone like Nagami, such minds were actually easier to deal with.

Mana's little infiltration? It might as well be suicide.

A sliver of Mana's consciousness leaking into Inori's soul was, for Nagami's purposes, the perfect setup.

Internally, he couldn't help but cheer her on.

'You're doing great, Mana.'

That said, the Void's powers were rooted in the soul.

It might offer some resistance to Geass.

Just to be safe… he'd wait until he had the Origin Stone in hand before making his move.

'Let's hope nothing goes wrong.'

"Had fun today, Inori?" Nagami asked softly.

"Mm," she nodded seriously. "Being with you… makes me happy."

She clutched a plush doll Nagami had bought her earlier in the day, hugging it close to her chest.

They were atop the Tokyo Skytree, having spent the entire day wandering, sightseeing, eating, and exploring.

Even for someone from the future like Nagami, the 2039 version of the world still stirred a bit of curiosity in him.

It felt different from going out with the girls from the Honkai world.

Inori was quiet—no endless chatter like the others.

But the gentle warmth in her small, slender hand interlaced with his own spoke volumes.

"Tired? If you're tired, we can head back and rest."

It was night now—time for the real mission.

And no, not that kind of "real mission."

Tonight's objective was the Origin Stone.

"Mm," Inori nodded again, her crimson eyes glimmering like precious gems.

For a fleeting moment, Nagami caught a spark of anticipation in her gaze.

He stared at her quietly, then slipped his arm beneath her knees, the other around her shoulders, lifting her in a princess carry.

Inori instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her delicate cheek against his chest with practiced ease.

As they passed by, a single man cursed bitterly in his heart: 'May all couples turn out to be long-lost siblings!'

Ignoring the spiteful background noise, Nagami stepped into a secluded corner where no one could see them.

He activated a field of negative-refractive material, and in the next moment, both of them vanished as if erased from space itself.

Smiling down at the blushing girl in his arms, Nagami shot into the sky.

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In a luxury hotel.

He picked one at random, selecting a lucky couple whose faces he mirrored onto himself and Inori.

After passing the hotel's facial recognition system and paying with reconstructed currency, they checked into the most expensive suite available.

This time, Inori didn't need help changing into sleepwear or taking a bath—Nagami had taught her the night before.

As he cradled her soft, petite body in bed, her smooth belly and silky skin made it hard to believe such perfection could exist in this world.

Once Inori drifted into deep sleep, Nagami slowly opened his eyes.

He got out of bed and changed clothes.

As he moved, Inori stirred slightly in her sleep, and a small, delicate foot slipped out from beneath the blanket.

Bathed in silvery moonlight, the bare foot was dazzling in its purity.

The dainty toes twitched ever so slightly.

Nagami silently stared at the scene for a long moment before taking a deep breath.

He gently reached out and tucked the foot back under the blanket.

Floating toward the window, he rose into the air.

Once outside, he extended his senses to locate the Origin Stone.

A glowing blue light erupted from his body, propelling him across the night sky like a comet, leaving a brilliant streak of blue in his wake.

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"Oh? the security here… Did they already guess I'd come for the Origin Stone?"

Floating thousands of meters above the ground, Nagami peered down using his ability.

Below, a heavily fortified research facility came into view.

Soldiers in military uniforms and boots patrolled the perimeter, and the area buzzed with defense mechs and automated combat units of every shape and size.

"Should I infiltrate... or infiltrate?"

They were technically the same word—but with two very different meanings in this context.

"Well, whatever. Let's go with infiltration then, time to show this world what a Herrscher can really do."

After a few seconds of thought, Nagami made his decision.

He stopped flying and let himself drop—plummeting freely from the sky like a meteor.

The violent air currents whipped his hair wildly, and the hem of his deep blue coat—etched with the sigils of Reason—flared dramatically in the wind.

Outside the chamber where the Origin Stone was being kept, beside a sleek, silver-white mech with clean, powerful lines, a young man reclined inside the neural interface of the End Rave unit.

"Major Segai, you told me there'd be a battle here—that someone powerful would show up."

A smirk crept across the boy's face as he spoke into the comms.

"If you're lying, I suggest you think very carefully about the consequences."

Normally, for a second lieutenant to speak to a major like that would be a one-way ticket to a court-martial—or worse.

But Daryl Yan wasn't just any officer.

As the sole person capable of piloting the End Rave through a full soul-link interface—powered by Void technology—Daryl was GHQ's ultimate weapon.

An unmatched prodigy in mech warfare.

And if that weren't enough, he was also the only son of GHQ's supreme commander.

The staff member beside him, responsible for monitoring his neural connection, trembled visibly at his words—none of them doubted for a moment that Daryl would act on his threats.

After all, this was the same cruel young man who once killed a child's mother right in front of them, just for amusement.

Worth noting: in the original timeline, Daryl became infamous after discovering his father having an affair with a secretary in an elevator.

Enraged by the betrayal, and convinced his father valued the mistress more than his own son, Daryl piloted the End Rave and murdered them both on the spot.

Truly the #1 filial son of Guilty Crown.

"Don't worry, Lieutenant Daryl. The battle you're about to see will more than satisfy you."

Major Segai grinned unnaturally wide as he sat behind the command console, lazily scanning the surveillance footage on the oversized screen in front of him.

He wasn't bothered by Daryl's attitude—not even if the boy wasn't the son of GHQ's highest commander.

Daryl's twisted mind made him both dangerous and useful.

"Just be patient a little longer. You won't have to wait long."

As he narrowed his eyes to study the screen, they suddenly widened in shock.

From above, a streak of blazing blue light plunged toward the ground—straight down from the sky.

A crazed grin spread across Segai's face.

"No… He's already here!"