You want me to play the Foehn wind? Are you kidding me?

(Although this is a role-playing story, the protagonist has his own personality and won't actually become Burning Wind. Later, as his role-playing skills improve to a certain level, he might do things that don't fit Burning Wind's personality. If you mind that, please don't read it. I'm afraid you'll get angrier and angrier as you read on ⸜(๑'ᵕ'๑)⸝)

(This is the first book by a novice author, it's very addictive, and the beginning has a lot of AI polishing... Enter at your own risk)

When Lu Feng opened his eyes, the ceiling was unfamiliar.

It wasn't the moldy white ceiling of his rented room, but some kind of dark gray stone ceiling with patterns he couldn't understand carved on its surface.

The light coming in from the window wasn't the murky brightness of city neon lights, but a cool, silvery white, like moonlight, yet sharper.

He stared at the pattern for three seconds, his mind going completely blank.

Then he suddenly sat up.

This doesn't seem to be his room.

There was no computer with a game interface still on the screen, no more posters of his wife on the wall, and not even the slightest odor in his room.

The air was unbelievably clean.

"What's going on?"

Lu Feng subconsciously touched his body. His arms and legs were still there, and no parts were missing, but something felt off...

His body was stronger than before, and his fingers had distinct knuckles, as if he had been exercising regularly.

He glanced down at himself and saw that he was wearing a gray-white nightgown, made of soft material, unlike the kind of cheap, nine-yuan-and-nine-yuan-with-shipping items he would buy on Taobao.

There is a mirror next to the bed.

Lu Feng hesitated for two seconds, then leaned over to take a look.

The face in the mirror was unfamiliar.

With deep-set features, high brow bones, a cool-toned fair complexion, and slightly sunken eye sockets, he exudes a somewhat melancholic aura.

He looked to be in his early twenties, and was much better looking than his previous ordinary-looking face.

"I've traveled through time."

He looked at his face in the mirror and calmly came to a conclusion.

It's not that he has a strong mentality, it's that he reads too many online novels. He could list 18 different styles of this kind of plot even with his eyes closed.

But as calm as it may seem, when something like this actually happens to you, the sense of absurdity is like a bucket of ice water poured over your head.

He sat back down on the bed and began to sort through the original owner's memories.

The original owner of this body was also named Lu Feng. He was an orphan who had no relatives in this world and lived on government subsidies and odd jobs.

There are "Awakened Ones" in this world.

A type of human being who can gain extraordinary power through cultivation.

However, the original owner of this body had mediocre talent and had never been able to formally step into the threshold of awakening. To put it bluntly, he was just a nobody at the bottom.

Lu Feng couldn't remember the name of this world, but its structure was clear: there were countries, organizations, and hierarchical divisions, similar to the settings of urban fantasy novels he had read in his previous life. Spiritual energy, awakening, combat, power struggles—it had everything.

The original owner had virtually no social circle.

"Poor, orphan, friendless, and powerless."

Lu Feng summarized it.

"The standard character setup for transmigrated characters makes it easy for authors to write and also gives me room to express myself."

He stood up and walked around the room.

The room was small, a one-bedroom apartment, with simple but clean furniture.

There was enough food for a few days in the kitchen, and some vegetables and eggs left in the refrigerator.

The street outside the window is narrow, with an architectural style that blends Chinese and Western elements. The streetlights are already on, and there are few pedestrians on the street.

Just as he was standing by the window observing the world, a semi-transparent panel suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

It was translucent, pale blue, and floated in front of his line of sight.

Lu Feng was stunned for a moment when he saw it, and then he couldn't contain his excitement.

"Haha! Here it comes! The standard configuration!"

Lu Feng stared at the panel in front of him, where words began to slowly appear.

[Host binding successful - Awaiting deployment]

then……

And that was the end of it.

The panel floated there quietly, like a dead electronic pet, with nothing but that line of text.

There are no next steps instructions, no function descriptions, and no "Click to claim your newbie gift pack" button.

Lu Feng tried to touch it with his consciousness, but there was no response.

I tried poking it with my finger, but my finger went right through the panel and I didn't touch anything.

Try mentally reciting a series of standard online novel commands such as "system," "menu," "properties," and "backpack," but all of them disappear without a trace.

What does "on standby" mean?

Lu Feng frowned.

"Wait for me to reach out to you?"

The panel remained completely still.

"Feed?"

no response.

"Hello?"

The air was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

"system?"

The panel finally flashed.

[Host binding successful - Awaiting deployment]

Exactly the same as before.

Lu Feng took a deep breath and pressed his throbbing temples.

Fine, this system is aloof, he'll tolerate it.

The first day of the journey was packed with information.

Lu Feng looked at the sky; it was already dark. He searched the room and found a cell phone, which was almost identical to the one in the world before he transmigrated.

I checked the time; it was already 9:52 PM.

Lu Feng then tried to close the panel in front of him, and it worked! He could now freely bring up the panel.

Lu Feng yawned.

"Sigh... I'll get some sleep first, maybe I'll be better tomorrow."

Lu Feng lay back on the bed and it took him more than half an hour to fall asleep. In his dream, he saw only semi-transparent panels and a line of text that never changed.

……

The next day, Lu Feng woke up groggily in bed.

Lu Feng sat up and rubbed his eyes. After lying on the bed in a daze for a while, he realized that he had transmigrated.

Lu Feng brought up the control panel and took a look.

The panel is still there, but the text on it has changed.

[The role has been cast]

[Target: Foehn]

[Source: Honkai Impact 3rd: Star Railway]

[Current role-playing percentage: 0%]

[Unlock Conditions: Recreate the character through multiple dimensions such as behavior, speech, fighting style, and spiritual compatibility to enhance the role-playing experience]

[Tip: Wearing clothing that matches the character's appearance will increase your initial role-playing score.]

Lu Feng's mind went blank for a moment.

foehn.

Of course he knew who Fenfeng was.

He had played Star Railway in his previous life. Although he wasn't the kind of hardcore player who grinded stamina every day, he still went through the main storyline once.

He did have a vague recollection of the name "Fenfeng," but that was all he could recall.

Burning Wind is the Great Lord of Annihilation, a big shot in the Destruction Faction. He seems very powerful and has done something big.

But what exactly is their personality like? What do they like to say? What is their fighting style like?

Lu Feng had no idea.

He had only seen pictures of the Foehn wind and the popular movie "Falling in Love with Thor" from that period.

I don't know a single other hair.

Lu Feng stared at the two words "Burning Wind" on the panel, his brain rapidly searching for fragments of memories left over from playing games in his previous life.

He remembered that Fenfeng had a nickname, "One Man with Ten Thousand Armies," which sounded quite intimidating.

But he had no idea about specific personality details, speaking style, or behavioral logic.

"You want me to play a role I don't understand at all?"

Lu Feng's voice was a little hoarse.

The system did not respond.

"They won't even give you a database?"

The system remained silent.

"I've only seen one character portrait in the game, how am I supposed to act like that?"

The panel finally responded, and a new line of text slowly appeared.

[More character information will be gradually unlocked as your role-playing progresses. Please explore this through story encounters and character interactions.]

Lu Feng stared at the line of text for five seconds, then closed his eyes.

Row.

Explore.

Figure it out on your own.