Honkai Impact, I'm not a Ditto!

The act of taking off clothes.

It wasn't because Sikong was a pervert, but because he didn't want his clothes to be damaged or soiled, especially since he still had some integrity and kept a pair of boxer shorts.

After putting the supplies away and making all the necessary preparations, I took a few more deep breaths.

Wearing only boxer shorts, Sikong walked toward the elevator.

The dead ordinary assassins blocked the elevator doors, preventing them from closing.

This saved Sikong the time of pressing the elevator button. He took a deep breath about ten meters away from the elevator, then roared in his mind, "Charge!"

Sikong didn't just roar in his heart; he shouted it out loud.

This is to bolster one's courage.

The voice produced by Zero's vocal cords was rough and hoarse; to put it simply, it was awful!

Sikong strode forward, weaving through the ordinary assassins as he could find a gap in the path.

high speed.

They are not even as good as ordinary assassins.

This is normal.

There are differences between people, and there are also differences between ordinary suicide soldiers.

Most ordinary assassins are just like zombies, except for their great strength, they have no other special characteristics.

However, some ordinary assassins are different; they will exhibit different fighting styles based on their professions in life.

For example, the Zero Death Soldier that Sikong encountered after time-traveling.

He rushed up and unleashed a flurry of punches on Sikong, beating him so badly he couldn't take care of himself and collapsed at lightning speed.

Just from the opponent's superb boxing skills.

Sikong knew that Zero, the assassin, must have practiced boxing frequently before his death.

These assassins, who possess characteristics unique to them in life, are generally much stronger than other ordinary assassins.

Sikong's defeat was not unjust.

This isn't an excuse; it's the truth, and those who know, know.

They had only covered four or five meters.

Sikong managed to stop himself again. He pressed one hand to his head, his face contorted in pain as he thought, "No, no! I really don't want to die!"

Even knowing that he wouldn't truly die, even knowing that he could acquire the other person's form through this method.

Through this, we can gradually become stronger.

but......

For Sikong, willingly throwing himself to his death was still too difficult.

If he had never died, perhaps he could have bravely sacrificed himself for a new form. It is precisely because he has died and knows how painful death is that he does not want to die.

"Being cleaved in two by a scythe, doesn't it really hurt?" Remembering the ordinary assassins who had struggled in agony for a long time before dying after being sliced ​​in two by the guards, Sikong gritted his teeth. "Should I... go find a Honkai Beast?"

"No, no! I've already taken my clothes off, how can I back down now! If I back down this time, what about next time? When I see a Honkai Beast, will I really be able to charge in again?"

Sikong clenched his fists, mentally cheering himself on.

Retreat?

There is no way we can back down!

Now that he has already transmigrated to another world and possesses a special ability that seems to be a bug in the system, how could Sikong back down at this time? He must overcome all the difficulties in front of him.

Sikong wants to become stronger, he wants to become a real captain, and he also wants to get close to the Valkyrie.

Without immense strength, who would even dare to challenge him?

Does it depend on looks?

Sikong didn't think he could make a living based on his looks.

To get close to the Valkyrie, looks are definitely helpful, but you can't rely on looks alone.

Strength is the only true measure of success.

Chapter Six: A Hymn to Humanity

"The hymn of humanity is the hymn of courage! The greatness of humanity is the greatness of courage!"

"Don't be afraid, Sikong! Charge!"

In the hall filled with assassins, a white-haired assassin wearing boxer shorts stood out. He charged toward the guards with a ferocious expression, shoving aside any assassins who tried to block his way.

soon......

Filled with courage, Sikong rushed to the guards and stepped into the danger zone, facing their scythes head-on.

The black and gold scythe rose and then fell.

Sikong realized that if he didn't launch a death charge, he felt he could dodge the guards' attacks based on Zero's physical abilities.

But there are no "what ifs" in this world.

Sikong charged forward with all his might, but due to inertia, he was unable to dodge the attack.

Guarding the dead is just like slaughtering chickens and sheep.

He killed Sikong with a single strike.

The incredibly sharp scythe cleaved his body diagonally from the waist, blood gushing out like a fountain, his intestines spilling onto the ground. His lower body, out of control, collapsed to the ground, while his upper body also crashed into the horde of corpses.

"Ouch! Ouch! It hurts so much! Being cut in half at the waist really hurts! Why didn't you just behead me! Damn it! Why?!"

Sikong was so distressed that tears streamed down his face.

If he transforms into his true form now and then quickly reverts to Zero, his injuries will heal rapidly. However, Sikong cannot do this; if he does, all his previous efforts will be in vain.

He must die at the hands of the guards.

Otherwise, Sikong would be unable to replicate her form, let alone defeat her and completely seize her form.

He died at the elevator entrance.

Sikong noticed that the elevator was covered in wounds, all inflicted by the guards with their scythes. She guessed that she had accidentally damaged the elevator while killing these humans.

Suppressing the pain, Sikong stretched out his hands and crawled forward little by little, rubbing his chest against the corpses. He roared and gave the enemy the middle finger.

The guard stared at him with a pair of cold, merciless golden eyes.

A few seconds later.

The blood-stained black and gold scythe fell.

Sikong's head was split open like a watermelon, and white tofu pudding splattered everywhere.

Especially the white paste that splashed onto the guards.

Her black and gold-trimmed clothes were stained with an unknown liquid, and beside the guard's clean, blood-stained face, she raised her black and gold scythe again, blood and white fluid dripping down the blade.

It's as smooth as if you've eaten Dove chocolate.

The guard didn't understand why her inferior kin would rush up to their deaths, but to her, it was nothing to worry about.

After wiping the white paste off his face, the guard continued to stare blankly.

"What... was I supposed to do again? Right... kill humans, but there are no humans here, and I don't want to move... so I'll just wait... when will humans... appear?"

Compared to ordinary assassins, the guards were incredibly clever.

She didn't notice that the strange, ordinary assassin had a relieved smile on his lips before he died.

Yes......

Sikong deliberately provoked the guards.

I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to die quickly.

The guards cooperated by killing Sikong, sparing him the pain of being cut in half at the waist. An unknown change was taking place in the dead body, and a white light, invisible to ordinary people, was flashing on his body.

Sikong is dead.

Sikong came back to life.

The granulation tissue at the wound site wriggled, and the upper and lower body became entangled again. The originally robust figure became slender, and Sikong slowly transformed into the appearance of a guardian assassin.

Apart from being completely naked and unarmed, Sikong looked almost exactly like the guards in front of him.

Let's call this form the Zero Guardian Death Soldier.

Sikong's changes amidst the horde of corpses immediately caught the attention of the guarding assassins.

A hint of surprise flashed in her golden eyes. If the Guardian's senses were correct, the lower-level kin she had just killed were turning into Guardians just like her.

This is incredible! This is truly incredible!

The guard watched helplessly as Sikong crossed gender lines, but she did not attack him. She would not make a move unless Sikong initiated an attack on her.

Both are high-ranking assassins.

The Guardian Death Squad will show greater tolerance towards Sikong, as they are the true kindred spirits, while ordinary Death Squads are merely inferior products.

It's safe to say that even if Sikong got up and rushed into the elevator right now, she wouldn't attack him.

Unless Sikong, lacking any martial virtue, attacks her first.

Would Sikong do that?

Of course I would do that.

A dozen seconds later...

Sikong, having fully recovered from his injuries, stood up. A cold wind blew by, making his naked body feel slightly chilly.

Even if they were surrounded by a group of assassins.

It still made Sikong feel a little uncomfortable.

This discomfort is more psychological, after all, he has just crossed the gender barrier.