Honkai Impact 3rd experience, starting with a thousand Herrschers

He arrived at the place where he had parted ways with the others, and looked at the figure under the thunder with his already somewhat blurred vision.

He saw the familiar yet unfamiliar girl lying helplessly on the ground, her body covered in charred marks and her clothes tattered.

But this doesn't evoke any desire, because beneath those tattered clothes isn't pristine skin, but skin charred by high-voltage electricity.

"She's dead?"

Cheng Xing stood there dumbfounded, staring at the girl whose chest seemed to have stopped rising and falling.

"This can't be happening! She should be alive! She's the main character! How could she die here! How could this be!"

Cheng Xing muttered to himself in disbelief.

However, the girl's body lay broken and mangled on the cold cement ground, without any struggle or panting.

Cheng Xing looked confused and panicked as he kept approaching the girl's body, trying to touch her, who seemed to him to be a corpse.

However, the moment he appeared, he was already being watched by the apostle in the sky.

"Is there still one living ant?"

The queen who wielded thunder noticed the ant that emerged from the shadows and saw him trying to touch the girl's body. Enraged, she unleashed thunder from the sky to annihilate the ant.

Before Cheng Xing could even touch the rest of his body, the sudden lightning bolt pierced right through him.

This powerful electric current is so strong that no one can survive its attack. Even if some lucky ones can withstand the attack of normal lightning, they will definitely not escape the thunder driven by Honkai energy, because it is not simply the concept of electricity, but also comes with Honkai energy.

Cheng Xing's body was fully ripe inside and out.

Am I going to die?

Whether it was during his last moments of contemplation before death or not, Cheng Xing kept repeating the same question, constantly asking himself if he was going to die.

The answer is obvious: how could a human, whose internal organs and brain are already fully cooked, possibly survive?

Unless some miracle happens.

"Host's physical death detected. Current energy level reached 100%. The second phase of life simulation is about to begin. Extracting current traits..."

A miracle happened.

"Trait extraction complete, Fear. Initiating simulation character selection... Selection successful, Ancient Fear, Fiddlesticks... Synchronization in progress, simulation begins."

However, at the very last moment before the simulation was about to begin, the system's voice, which was originally the same as Xiao Ai's, suddenly changed into an extremely unsettling, hoarse, and terrifying voice.

He said.

"Fiddlesticks, Federtic!"

In a small village a few hundred kilometers from the Demacian capital, night falls as usual.

After a hard day's work, some people gathered around the campfire after dinner and enjoyed a rare moment of leisure.

"Legend has it that long, long ago, on the border of this land, there lived an evil sorcerer."

A farmer who looked very strong was telling his companions and the children who had gathered around him an ancient legend.

"The evil mage was performing an unknown, malevolent summoning ritual. At the moment the summoning was successful, the mage saw a monster that was indescribable and resembled a human. In that instant, the evil mage knew that he had summoned a monster that was absolutely uncontrollable, an absolute demon."

"And a few seconds after the successful summoning, the mage, the demon, and the Gundam that the mage had created all vanished in an instant, and then stories about that mysterious monster began to circulate across the continent."

"And they called that monster Fiddlesticks."

"Wouldn't it be terrifying if you said that monster really has survived to this day?"

A boy who looked somewhat scared asked his companion.

The storyteller farmer burst into laughter and said, "Fiddlesticks? That's just a legend, something to fool children."

People burst into laughter at the boy's fearful reaction, and his companions also laughed along with him because of his cowardice.

The boy blushed instantly, then looked at the field behind him and said something.

"There seems to be something in the field. I'll go take a look."

After saying that, the boy couldn't wait to run away from the place and rush into the dimly lit field.

After the laughter subsided, people continued to chat about recent events, expressing their concerns about the fear and chaos the mage had brought to Demacia.

However, as the discussion was about to end, they still hadn't seen the boy return, and some of them, worried, went into the fields to look for him.

Those people also walked through the fields, but they never returned.

Suddenly, a nameless fear arose, and as the fear settled, people looked at each other, a kind of instinctive fear beginning to emerge.

"Help!"

People heard a familiar voice from their companions coming from the heavens, but he was calling for help.

The fear in people's hearts subsided for a moment. After all, they hadn't just disappeared without a trace, had they? So they mustered up some courage, picked up the things at hand, and walked towards the fields, thinking that perhaps these people had encountered wandering wild beasts or evil sorcerers.

Then people heard the sound of something scraping against the ground.

Then they saw it—a monster that looked like it was made up of various mixed things.

They screamed and scattered, knelt and wailed, and laughed maniacally, each one seemingly driven mad by fear.

"Open the door!"

Someone was frantically banging on the wooden door, trying to get the person inside to open it so they could hide inside.

"It's chasing us! I know how to deal with it!"

Not everyone was a coward; some mustered their courage, raised torches and weapons, and wanted to defeat the seemingly weak monster.

"It is immortal!"

Was that someone's final scream?

The village soon fell completely silent, and an hour later, strange nursery rhymes began to play.

Whenfieldsliecalmandwindstandsstill.

(Runhome, RunHome)

..............................

Then the rising sun shone on the land, and the village, which should have been filled with the sounds of cooking and other daily life, was now completely silent, as if everyone had left overnight.

Chapter 5: Chasing Fear

Cheng Xing felt that his state was very strange. He had now completely merged into the scarecrow's consciousness... No, it can't be said that he merged into it. It should be said that he was himself, as if he had been completely accepted.

Fiddlesticks is the first demon and the first fear of Runeterra. He is the embodiment of fear itself, and cannot be killed, only forgotten.

For some unknown reason, it had disappeared into the annals of history for a very long time. But with the Mage Uprising in Demacia, it reappeared in the world amidst the people's fear of mages, bringing indescribable terror and the truth behind those horrific legends.

This embodiment of fear, whether conscious or unconscious, has a long history that no ordinary person could change. Cheng Xing's shallow experience of over 20 years is like a drop of ink falling on the ground; it leaves only a trace and will soon disappear completely.

However, the system preserved a wisp of Chengxin's consciousness so that it wouldn't dissipate, but it simply protected him from being completely assimilated and swallowed up. Cheng Xing, on the other hand, was adrift in a chaotic sea of ​​consciousness, unable to perceive anything.

But after an unknown amount of time, he was finally able to perceive the outside world. He opened his chaotic eyes for the first time. His pupils, which were originally clear black and white, were now completely black and red, like the eyes of a ghoul, as he surveyed this newborn world. Then he discovered that everything around him was quite enormous.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that he was actually a crow.

And I am now standing on the shoulder of a scarecrow.

Cheng Xing stared at the scarecrow standing there, and then a horrifying scene unfolded. The head of the seemingly ordinary scarecrow suddenly moved slightly, and then a scarlet light shone from its empty eyes. A crow and a scarecrow stared at each other.

Cheng Xing felt no fear or apprehension. He simply stared quietly at the scarlet eyes that were identical to his own. Then, he opened his raven-like beak and spoke in human language: "Fiddlesticks."

"Fiddlesticks".

The scarecrow opened its mouth and uttered the name in an extremely hoarse and low voice, which was utterly disgusting.

Cheng Xing understood why he had regained consciousness: a part of him had been split off by Fiddlesticks when he turned Fiddlesticks into a scarecrow, and it had become an eye.

"It's like a scarecrow sticking an eye in a place it passes by, and then the consciousness of that eye becomes me."

The crow that Cheng Xing had transformed into disappeared, and then the scarecrow that had been standing on the grass began to tremble and start to walk unsteadily.

However, this scarecrow, made of wheat fields and simple branches, evokes a sense of inexplicable fear when it moves, but more than anything, it makes one wonder if it will collapse in the wind.

Cheng Xing didn't know where he was going; he only knew that before long, the sky darkened completely, turning from the twilight of dusk into the darkness of night.

Then he wandered through the forest and saw a glimmer of light.

Cheng Xing did not approach, but instead conjured another crow, which slowly flew forward and silently landed on a branch. With its scarlet eyes, it stared intently at the group of soldiers sitting around the campfire.

"There have been more and more things happening lately. First, there was the mage riot a while ago, and then more and more people mysteriously disappeared. The survivors are talking nonsense, and it's impossible to understand what they're saying. A few people who still have a little bit of consciousness are shouting that the demon has returned. I really don't know what that means."

A soldier added some firewood to the campfire and then spoke to his comrade beside him.

After listening, the soldier thought for a moment and then said, "You mean that so-called demon isn't the legendary Fiddlesticks?"

"You don't actually believe those kinds of legends used to scare children, do you?"

The soldier scoffed at his comrade's words and said, "That legend passed down from generation to generation is just something adults made up to scare children. You might as well say that the so-called demon was created by those evil sorcerers. They must be conducting some kind of evil experiment or plan."

The two chatted idly, since the night watch was rather monotonous and boring, and having a companion to talk to made it much more bearable.

Cheng Xing, hiding in the shadows, watched the soldiers, all except the two who had fallen asleep, a ferocious smile spreading across his face.

"Ah, I really don't know when someone will come to relieve us. I'm getting sleepy."

A soldier yawned and looked at his teammates, only to find a lone helmet lying on the ground, while the man had vanished.

The soldier's pupils contracted sharply, and the hairs on his body stood on end. He was about to scream when darkness blinded him, and he lost consciousness.

The firewood in the campfire had long since burned out, yet no one came to add fuel to the dying embers.

The temporary camp was now empty, with no trace of anyone remaining.

Cheng Xing walked aimlessly in the shadows. He didn't know where he would go, who he would meet, or what he would see. But there was one thing he was always very clear about.

That is to create fear.

Fear is his sustenance, fear is his pleasure; killing is merely a means, fear is the result. Only a sufficiently intense fear can bring him satisfaction and pleasure.

From the moment he became a scarecrow, he forgot what love and hate were. He forgot too many emotions, leaving only the pursuit of fear.

He has been wandering and killing across this continent.

But the real Federico is nowhere to be found.

I don't know when it happened, it seems like it was after killing 100,000 people, when a guy appeared on my path.