Just as Sirin was staring blankly at the Christmas tree, Eriri appeared beside her at some unknown point.
"Sister Sirin, it seems we've been played by Ai."
Hayasaka Ai, who had just walked over with Shinomiya Kaguya: "???"
"Not you, Ai! I mean that self-proclaimed God of Games, Ai!" Eriri noticed Hayasaka Ai's look and quickly explained.
"Did something happen?"
Kaguya was a bit confused as to why Eriri would say that, but Eriri didn't answer her question. Instead, she pointed helplessly at the giant Christmas tree next to them.
"You'll know once you take a look, Kaguya."
Hearing this, Kaguya nodded and interacted with the Christmas tree.
The next moment, her expression also turned ugly.
Thinking back to the blessing note on the Christmas gift that appeared by her bed after returning to her room last night, as well as the serial number on it, she realized that they had indeed been played by that God of Games with a wicked sense of humor.
This thought became even clearer when she saw the only Christmas gift box on the exchange list, which could only be redeemed once and cost zero Christmas points.
"Damn it! If that's the case, doesn't that mean the boss I killed was actually just Santa Claus delivering gifts to us?!"
Eriri said resentfully, then looked at Sirin, who was staring expressionlessly at the Christmas tree, and then at Kaguya, whose face was equally grim.
The number of Santa Clauses the three of them had killed reached a terrifying five thousand!
"What gifts?"
Hayasaka Ai looked at the three girls with their varying expressions and asked, somewhat confused.
"Eh? Did you not receive it, Ai? It's the gift from Santa Claus! I asked around earlier. As long as a player had a bed, a white sock would spawn by the bed during yesterday's event. The Santa Clauses we killed last night were actually delivering Christmas gifts to the players. Everyone received a gift yesterday."
Hayasaka Ai: "???"
"Why didn't I know about this? There was absolutely no gift by my bed yesterday!"
Hayasaka Ai said, looking at her young miss for confirmation.
Kaguya, being stared at by her, seemed to realize something and stammered.
"Maybe... maybe your exclusive Santa Clauses, Ai... were all killed by us..."
Hayasaka Ai: "..."
Sirin on the side: "..."
Sirin remained silent, then quietly shifted her feet. She was indeed the one who had the most fun killing last night.
...
The Christmas event concluded successfully, but with its end, many players who participated in the killing event had mental breakdowns.
Of course, most of the players who broke down didn't do so out of guilt, but because they had killed Santa Clauses so ruthlessly that many players didn't receive their due Christmas gifts.
Later, many players discovered that it wasn't just them who didn't get any item drops other than some experience and Christmas points from killing Santa Claus; other players experienced the exact same thing.
Finally, they concluded that Santa Claus didn't drop anything at all.
On the contrary, because of their killings, nearly two-thirds of the players in the entire game did not receive their Christmas gifts.
How could the players not break down after learning the truth?
...
In the GM room, after Chen Changsheng finished enjoying the breakfast carefully prepared for him by Toka, he came here as if clocking in for work.
Then, he reviewed the entire Christmas event planned by Ai.
After watching, he looked at Ai strangely.
"What's the point of doing this, Ai? Other than causing dissatisfaction among the players, there's absolutely no benefit, right?"
Hearing this, Ai smiled proudly.
"Hehe, Master, you still don't understand. Only in this way can the players have a profound memory. This way, even if the game is cleared in the future, players will still think of this game from time to time because of this event, and then grind their teeth in hatred."
"According to the sayings in the human world, missing out on something free feels like losing a hundred million."
"It's probably that kind of emotion."
After Ai finished speaking, she noticed her master's weird look and quickly changed the subject.
"By the way, Master, Miss Sirin, whom you asked me to take special care of, has been acting more and more like an ordinary girl lately!"
"Look!"
Saying so, Ai displayed various daily scenes of Sirin in the game before Chen Changsheng's eyes.
From the initial comical defeat by a wild boar in one hit, to later actively cooperating with Eriri and the other girls, bonds slowly formed between them. Sirin went from her initial icy demeanor to now frequently having a smile on her face.
Perhaps even she herself hadn't noticed that she was becoming more and more like a normal girl now.
Emmm, although if calculated by age, the current Sirin was already in her thirties.
But after all, since she was 14, she had been caught up in various accidents, either sleeping or dying and resurrecting. In reality, she was pretty much still like a little girl.
It was just that the power she wielded in the past made everyone ignore this fact.
Chen Changsheng looked at the many photos and videos from Sirin's perspective in front of him.
Dining with companions.
Fighting alongside companions.
The slightly proud yet intentionally suppressed smile on her face when being looked at with admiring eyes by her companions.
Finally, Chen Changsheng's gaze fell on an inconspicuous photo.
Sirin was wearing brilliant golden knight armor, stepping on the top of a deep red dragon's head, thrusting a golden lance into the dragon's head with both hands.
The place she was in seemed to be deep within a somewhat gloomy cave. Only wisps of light shining through the crevices fell from above Sirin's head, exposing her entirely in the radiance.
"Sirin has indeed changed a lot, making herself look so cool."
After Chen Changsheng sighed, he sent this photo to the chat group.
[Innate Wife-Taking Physique: Image.JPG]
[Innate Wife-Taking Physique: @Great Sage Kiana, look.]
[Great Sage Kiana: Wow! So cool!]
[Great Sage Kiana: But when did I take this kind of photo? Why don't I remember?]
[Innate Wife-Taking Physique: This isn't you, this is Sirin.]
[Great Sage Kiana: Who?]
[Innate Wife-Taking Physique: It's the Herrscher of the Void, she goes by Sirin now.]
[Innate Wife-Taking Physique: I have a lot more photos of her here, Image.JPG, Image.JPG...]
[Great Sage Kiana: ...]
Honkai Impact 3rd World.
Kiana looked at Chen Changsheng's words and the photos he sent in the chat group, feeling inexplicably a bit melancholy in her heart.
The Herrscher of the Void in the photos seemed to be living a very happy life.
No, it seemed she should call her Sirin now.
Sirin already had a life of her own, but as for herself...
Kiana thought of her own name.
She thought of the old man who had always treated her as his biological daughter.
Finally...
She thought of the one whose name she had stolen, whose father's affection she had taken, the one she had robbed of everything that rightfully belonged to her.
Even though she had already seen the main storyline of Honkai Impact 3rd long ago, she was, after all, not the mature Kiana from the main story.
Even now, she still did not dare to face the person who, despite having everything taken from her, had relied on her own relentless effort to become one of the strongest humans in the world today.
Durandal.
Theresa had mentioned that Schicksal's strongest Valkyrie would soon be coming to the Far East Branch for a mission, and that she might be staying at St. Freya for a short while.
Should she tell her the whole truth?
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
