Honkai Impact: Capturing the Little Herrschers starting with Sirin

The world is constantly bursting with wonderful moments.

But beneath that brilliant splendor, it is often dull and boring.

Just like at this moment, unlike the hustle and bustle on the other side, in that garbage dump that had nothing special about it, it was rare that it was closed today.

It seems a bit quiet.

"senior……"

Crash.

The iron door made a harsh sound of friction and collision when it was pushed open. A girl whose appearance and temperament were out of place here walked in.

"You arrived a little earlier than expected." Judging from the appearance, the middle-aged man in front of him undoubtedly had an exquisite human body.

In a peaceful era, people like him might be stars on TV screens, or protagonists in stories. At worst...

He will also be a rising star who is discovered by chance and stands out in the mortal world.

But here, He is just an ordinary garbage dump manager buried in a corner of the bustling city.

But this in itself is abnormal.

Whether as a God or a man, He was a little too mediocre.

It is so mediocre that it can be ignored in a story.

"It's just a matter of luck, but now it seems that my luck is pretty good."

The girl lifted her distinctive long golden hair and put one hand on her waist.

But within those calm blue, gem-like pupils, there was unstoppable joy.

"I couldn't find Celine, so I came here."

"I hope you can help me clear this up."

"It's a pity." Puffs of smoke rose up, and the middle-aged man with a cheap cigarette in his mouth shook his head slightly, and his body sitting in front of the long solid wood table also showed helplessness.

"I can't tell you what you want to know."

“But you know.”

"Yes, that's right, I know."

"But knowing everything doesn't mean you can understand it."

The fingers tapped lightly on the table, and the sound seemed particularly clear in this quiet atmosphere.

"Sometimes, it's better for you to live in confusion."

"But I want to know." Yulandel shook her head.

“That’s exactly what I thought at the beginning.”

"Those thoughts that I couldn't figure out, whose causes and origins I didn't know, and those complex and unforgettable feelings seemed so inexplicable."

"I did try to ignore them, thinking time would heal them all."

“But then I understood.”

"Sometimes, there are things that we can't pretend not to care about."

"When the opportunity comes, we must do what we can for the momentary impulse."

"I think that as a memory apostle, you may have seen too many similar memories."

"But... as a memory, you should also understand that the value of some memories cannot be measured by time."

"..."

In the silent space, there was only the girl's slow narration.

She wasn't complaining, nor was she arguing, she was just...

I have developed an inexplicable obsession with some things.

"Phew...I'm sorry. I know I'm being abrupt. It's a bit too much to ask you to understand me based on my own feelings."

"But if you choose to remain silent today, I will still look for answers elsewhere."

"So at least in the end, I hope you can point me in a direction."

...

Rumble!

A muffled sound fell from the sky, making the space that was about to return to silence become a little restless.

Yulandel looked back and saw a crack in the sky.

At the same time, there were casual words ringing in my ears.

"At the end of the end, you will lead a different life."

“Maybe in the end, you can get the answer, but sometimes clearing away the clouds... doesn’t necessarily mean you will see a sunny day.”

"I know you won't stop, but... I hope you understand."

“Life is about letting go of the past.”

“Sometimes the future doesn’t have to be that far away.”

"And memory..."

He stood up and held out his hand.

"You don't need to ask anyone for help, kid."

"Because the memory is yours and yours alone."

The object in his hand slowly stopped in front of Yulandel as the words fell.

It was a...burned chip.

...

"Yulandel?"

"Yulan Daier!?"

"Youlan..."

"Eh?" The call, which changed from gentle to loud, woke the dazed girl from the experimental table.

Yulandel was startled and looked at the people in front of her who were somewhat worried.

"Sorry, I was just...thinking about something."

"You are really focused when you are distracted." Tesla breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he looked at Mei Raiden beside him.

"I thought something was wrong, but we haven't even started yet."

"So! Could you please let me know next time you get distracted? The strongest Valkyrie of Destiny."

Although they are just complaints, the concern they show is clearly visible.

"I'm very sorry."

"But please rest assured, Doctor, it won't happen again."

"Is it really okay?" Mei Raiden was a little worried.

"If you force yourself, it will be hard to guarantee safety even if you are the God of Time."

"What's more, you are now..."

He didn't say the whole thing but the meaning was clear.

Right now, you have not yet been promoted, and are even less worthy of the name of the God of Memory.

"It's okay." The blonde girl's blue eyes met the purple eyes, and the relaxed expression in them showed her attitude.

"I think there is no one more suitable than me for this matter, right?"

Indeed, if it comes to coping with the erosion of time, then perhaps no one is more suitable than Yulandel.

Everything recorded on the historian's sacred monument is equivalent to an anchor point. If one wants to check it, his consciousness will be sent to that memory.

The consciousness in this case has to withstand the erosion of time. So this view really has to be Yulandel.

"Then let's get started."

No nonsense.

Einstein and Tesla took a step back and monitored Yulandel's physical condition in real time.

Mei Raiden, the main core, closed her eyes and stretched out her hand, and the door sealed by the divine monument slowly opened.

In front of Yulandel's eyes, in just a moment of trance, he came from the laboratory into a golden void.

The gilded light revolved like a galaxy around a huge and transparent golden monument.

On the monument, you can clearly see Raiden Mei's name.

And at his feet, a road slowly appeared, extending from the divine monument to his feet.

"Is this the historian's sacred tablet?"

"It is indeed very different from the apostle's monument."

She had seen the Apostle Monument before, so how could she put it...

If one only looks at the appearance, the historian's monument is undoubtedly much more majestic, taller and more mysterious than the apostle's monument.

But that's normal, isn't it?

After all, the historian’s sacred stele is the record of historical records, and the historian himself is the pen.

The flowing light surrounding the sacred monument may be the traces left by its rich history.

While thinking in her heart, the girl slowly walked to the front of the divine monument and stretched out her hand.

It was enveloped by golden light.

My consciousness felt like it was being pulled hard!

This caused Yulandel to almost lose consciousness.

But fortunately, the power of time acts on me, offsetting the information pressure coming from different time and space.

“As long as we clear this fog.”

"After that, it's the truth."