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Honkai: Star Rail — New Rider Powers Every Week [54]

"All right, Saa—let’s count your sins!"

His words resonated with the melody in the air. Sora could feel the power surging through him—stronger than ever.

The Doomsday Beast’s wings stirred with a slow, ominous flap, lifting Sora into the sky.

Each beat of its wings churned the atmosphere, disturbing the very particles of the air and sending tremors across the heavens.

"My sins shall be judged only by the Aeon of Destruction. Everything I do is in service to Nan...

Honkai: Star Rail — New Rider Powers Every Week [53]

The weak whisper hovered on the edge of fading, like it might vanish at any moment.
And yet, it lingered, circling softly around Sora.

We want to fight too...

At the same time, a faint warmth bloomed across the back of his hand.

Because of that warmth—he knew exactly where the voice had come from.

It wasn’t from Zulo, though the voice belonged to this planet.

It was the collective will of the fallen Galaxy Rangers—those who had already been defe...

Honkai: Star Rail — New Rider Powers Every Week [52]

"These are the Galaxy Rangers?"

Robin gazed out at the once-dead earth, now trembling violently under wave after wave of attacks, and couldn’t help but murmur in awe.

The Galaxy Rangers—once a name heard only in whispers—had finally stepped back into the light after years of silence.

And the speed at which they gathered, the sheer force they brought... it surpassed any response she'd seen across the galaxy.

In all honesty, apart from the Xianzhou Alliance, she co...

Honkai: Star Rail — New Rider Powers Every Week [51]

"Have you ever heard of the Galaxy Rangers?"

It might’ve been a casual question thrown into the crowd—just a stray comment—but to certain people, it was enough to make them stop and listen.

Moments like this played out across different places, different times, and vastly different settings.

In a hyper-technological metropolis, a cybernetically enhanced man shut off his commlink and fell silent.

On a battlefield long after the war had ended, someone chuckled softl...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [620]

A cold, eerie wind blew through the darkening woods.

Jeanne Alter finally understood why she'd never heard of this church before. Built in a remote, desolate place like this and clearly abandoned, it made perfect sense that it remained unnoticed.

Closer and closer they drew, until Jeanne and Asia passed through the gloom-shrouded forest and finally saw the decrepit building ahead.

Churches were supposed to be sanctuaries granted by God, but Jeanne felt nothing but corruption...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [619]

A nun, collapsed on the ground.

Normally, Jeanne Alter would steer clear of religious personnel like her life depended on it. Hatred for the Church and its God was central to her very existence, and she intended to keep that flame of resentment burning until this body of hers crumbled into ashes.

In a world like this, one genuinely inhabited by God and His angels, her aversion to anything Church-related was stronger than ever.

But this time was different.

Though she'd ...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [618]

Things have become more and more troublesome...

Walking out of Kuoh Academy, Jeanne Alter glanced back at Koneko, who had been silently trailing behind her with her head lowered since they left the school gates. She couldn’t suppress the frustration bubbling inside.

“So, are you seriously planning to come home with me and stay at my place?”

“Those are Buchou’s orders.”

Holding onto her school bag, Koneko followed Jeanne Alter step by step, resembli...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [617]

The Occult Research Club, located in Kuoh Academy’s old school building.

At lunchtime, Jeanne Alter arrived there led by Himejima Akeno.

Rias Gremory, Kiba Yuuto, Toujou Koneko... All members of Rias’s peerage were already present.

“It’s lunchtime, yet you dragged me over here with a school announcement, leaving me no chance to eat anything,” Jeanne complained as soon as she entered, fixing her gaze on Rias, who sat leisurely on the sofa.

“Oh? I deliberatel...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [616]

Stray Devils.

When a devil’s servant rebels or kills their master, they become a masterless rogue, indulging their twisted desires and wreaking havoc wherever they go—these are Stray Devils.

Compared to Koneko, Stray Devils might be closer to people's imagination of what devils truly are—creatures driven by raw desires, murderous, vile, and utterly ruthless.

Evening had descended, setting the clouds aflame in hues ranging from fiery orange to deep violet, shimmering wi...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [615]

Jeanne Alter had no idea what the "snake" Ophis suddenly produced was, but she could sense that Ophis bore no ill intent toward her.

However, that wasn't the real issue here. Regardless of whether Ophis held good intentions or bad, Jeanne knew the sudden appearance of such a thing would cause her some minor trouble.

With the kitchen so close to the living room, Toujou Koneko naturally felt the immense magical power surging from the kitchen.

Her typically expressionless face ...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [614]

“Oh, Koneko. You're here again? What do you want to eat today?”

Jeanne Alter greeted Koneko expressionlessly as the girl stood frozen at the doorway.

Ever since tasting Jeanne Alter's homemade cakes, Koneko had visited almost daily after school, significantly increasing Jeanne's grocery bills.

In fact, Koneko's cravings were so intense that she had once rushed from her first-year classroom all the way to Jeanne Alter's second-year class, begging for snacks during lessons...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [613]

As the dismissal bell rang, the academy gradually became lively.

“See you tomorrow, Jeanne-san.”

“See you, Fujita-san.”

While Jeanne Alter was still stuffing her books into her bag, Fujita Eimi had already packed up. After waving goodbye, she left the classroom with several close girlfriends.

They weren’t rushing off for club activities but to karaoke nearby. Eimi had even invited Jeanne Alter, who declined politely, claiming she had something else to take ca...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [612]

“So that's how it is. The flyer is enchanted—if someone’s satisfied with their life, seeing it will only make them feel bored. But if they have an intense desire for something, they'll feel compelled to use it.”

Today was the delivery day for the furniture Jeanne Alter had ordered. As agreed, she summoned Toujou Koneko once again to help move the furniture.

Curious if anyone would actually use something so suspicious, Jeanne Alter voiced her question directly to Koneko, le...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [611]

When Toujou Koneko, in her role as a devil summoned to fulfill human wishes, asked the summoner what wish she wanted granted, she received an answer that left her stunned.

“My wish, at the time, was... to reduce that arrogant god to ashes!”

A malicious grin filled with loathing accompanied the tone, clearly not joking.

Toujou Koneko froze, utterly unprepared for Jeanne Alter’s outrageous request.

“You’re devils, right? Since devils and fallen angels exist, th...

Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [20]

Whispering Woods.

The patrol squad, having just cleared out a wave of monsters, was resting on the spot by the captain’s order.

The squad members sat around in small groups—some grilling meat, some chatting, and a couple quietly passing a flask back and forth.

This clear breach of military discipline seemed to bother no one. It was such a common occurrence that no one even raised an eyebrow.

Eula sat alone, far away from the others.

...

Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [19]

Why is Alice here?

Artem Vetrovski’s mind spun rapidly.

This legendary witch…
Even Varka had to admit defeat when it came to her power.

Her unexpected appearance completely upended his plan.

And in front of someone this powerful, Artem knew he couldn’t use force.

Thinking quickly, Artem put away his Debt Collector’s knife, smoothed his expression into calm politeness, and smiled. “I never expected to run into the renowned Lady Alice here.”...

Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [18]

Back at the Goth Grand Hotel, Artem was completely unaware of the conversation between Varka and Seamus.

At the moment, he was far too busy plotting how to pull off a kidnapping.

Comparing his options—

Snatching Diluc seemed much more feasible than going after Kaeya.

The reason was simple.

Their positions were different.

Kaeya was Quartermaster—responsible for the Knights’ logistics, basically the head of support and administration.

Unless somet...

Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [17]

Walking down the streets of Mondstadt, Artem couldn’t help but click his tongue in annoyance.

“Damn it, I let myself get carried away.”

“That old fox dangled some vague promise, and just like that, I’m stuck with a mission this hard.”

But a promise was a promise.

No choice now but to figure out a way to pull it off.

And if it actually works out? Snagging a wife for free doesn’t sound too bad...

Artem stroked his chin as he walked, min...

Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [16]

After leaving Angel’s Share, Artem strolled leisurely toward the Church of Favonius.

He took in a choir performance.

When the crowd dispersed, he quietly slipped a small note into the Anemo Archon statue.

The message was simple:

Evaluation complete: Eula Lawrence is trustworthy.

If the Lawrence clan ever betrays Mondstadt, Eula Lawrence won’t hesitate to take action.

Truthfully, Artem already knew Eula could be...

Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [15]

“The assassin was Inspector Eroch?”

Even Crepus, still recovering in bed, shot upright in shock at the news.

Kaeya had speculated earlier that the culprit could be someone from the Knights of Favonius.

He’d never expected Kaeya’s guess to hit the mark so squarely.

“Are you sure? Are you sure it was Inspector Eroch?”

Crepus pressed urgently.

“Yeah,” Diluc replied. “The news came from the Grand Master himself—it can’t be wrong. They even...

Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [14]

“What… what is this thing?”

“Grand Master, I swear, I have no idea what this is!”

“I don’t even know how it ended up in my pocket!”

Eroch was panicking, staring at Varka’s grim expression.

This was genuine panic.

He truly had never seen this glove before.

And judging by what Varka was saying, wasn’t this the glove the assassin stole from Crepus?

It was supposed to be in the Fatui envoy’s hands—how could it have ended up with hi...

Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [13]

Church of Favonius.

After treatment from the church, Crepus, who had been at death’s door, was finally awake.

“Master Crepus’s condition is no longer critical,” the priest announced. “Fortunately, those wounds missed any vital organs. Just a few days of rest, and he’ll recover. Please, don’t overexert yourself—focus on healing.”

After a few final instructions, the priest departed.

Seeing that Crepus was out of danger, the oth...

Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [12]

“Damn—!”

Landing hard in Wolvendom, Artem Vetrovski spat out a mouthful of blood.

He quickly summoned a swirl of Hydro to heal himself, cursing under his breath the whole time. “Hey pretty boy, I told you to take it easy—is this is your idea of easy?”

“Are you trying to kill me or what?!”

“Don’t tell me Eroch isn’t the actual mole—are YOU the damn Snezhnayan spy?”

“Heh.”

A quiet laugh came from behind a large tree.

Varka,...

Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [11]

“Diluc—!”

“Hurry up, I can’t hold on much longer!”

Crepus’s shout snapped Diluc out of his daze.

He shook his head, forcing himself to stop wondering where Crepus was getting this sudden surge of strength. Raising his greatsword, he brought it down with all his might.

But just as his blade was about to cleave into the man in black, a wall of solid rock erupted from the ground, shielding the target within.

The greatsword crashed down on the stone wal...

Weren’t You Only Using Me As A Stand-in? [70]

7:30 P.M.
Royal Ōkura Hotel
Private Tatami Room

Around a low table piled with exquisite dishes, a group of people sat chatting energetically — some kneeling, some sitting cross-legged.

“I heard Shizuka’s dating someone recently. A college student, is it?” said the man at the head of the table — wavy permed hair, clean-cut features, and a touch of stubble that gave him that charming, older man appeal.

“Yeah, Kentarō, you ...