Honkai: Star Rail — A Nameless Traveler, a New Path Every Day - Chapter 17

“Uncle Yang?”

“Um.”

“Sister Himeko?”

“Um.”

“Alright~ Ready! Today I’ll show you what he’s turned into!”

March 7th reached out and opened the door to Youyan’s room.

open!

Let’s turn the tide!

This is much more interesting than opening blind boxes.

But today, Youyan, who was standing by the window, was wearing a white naval uniform and a naval cap with the character for “ship” on it.

“You’ve arrived.”

Youyan turned around.

“You…you are You Yan?”

“It’s me.” He nodded slightly, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “But today, you can also call me… Captain.”

“Captain?” March 7th blinked. “What captain?”

You Yan did not answer.

He simply raised his hand and pointed out the window.

Everyone followed his gaze—

Then, everyone was stunned.

Near the coordinates where the Star Train stopped, in what was once an empty star field, a colossal warship was quietly moored.

The warship was entirely silver-white, with a long and elegant streamlined hull, and its propeller array at the stern emitted a ghostly blue light even when stationary. Its size far exceeded that of the Star Train, and it was possibly even larger than the Black Tower Space Station.

battleship HMS Hyperion.

“Hyperion… Hyperion?”

Himeko read out the prominent insignia on the ship’s hull, a hint of surprise flashing in her golden eyes.

“How is this possible…”

Walter’s voice trembled.

If everyone else’s reaction was surprise, then Walter’s expression was truly remarkable.

“Uncle Yang? What’s wrong?” Dan Heng noticed Walter’s unusual behavior and asked in a low voice, “Do you recognize this ship?”

Walter took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with a slight tremor, and then put them back on.

“That’s… the Hyperion.”

“That’s right, the Hyperion.”

You Yan adjusted his naval cap, his eyes beneath the brim smiling as he looked at everyone. Today, his usual mild-mannered demeanor seemed to be softened considerably by his uniform.

“This is my warship, the Hyperion.”

First of all, Yu Yan was a Honkai Impact 3 player before she transmigrated.

He really is the captain of the Hyperion, a high-dimensional story observer.

However, he has only combined the [Player] Captain and the [Captain Line] Captain, which is not a big problem in a strict sense.

That’s what fictional historians do—they weave together a web of seemingly flawless lies using numerous truths.

However, he does not intend to reveal that the story is fabricated.

After all, Youyan hadn’t had enough of being a captain yet.

“I know this is hard for everyone to understand. After all, in Mr. Walter’s mind, this ship should be in his hometown. But I have to correct one thing—the story never really ends, it just exists in a different form.”

You Yan turned around, leaned against the window, and crossed her arms.

“Let me introduce myself. Although I introduced myself yesterday and the day before, my role today is a little special.”

He cleared his throat and adopted a serious posture.

“I am Youyan, a newcomer and nameless passenger on the Star Train. I am also the captain of the Hyperion, the ferryman of the Sea of ​​Quanta.”

“Ferryman?”

Walter noticed an unfamiliar word.

“So, what does ‘ferryman’ mean… someone who rows a boat?”

“Yes, that’s right—there are countless world bubbles in the Sea of ​​Quanta, and my warship can sail freely in the Sea of ​​Quanta, sometimes carrying people who have nowhere else to go, such as those in world bubbles that are about to be destroyed.”

The Sea of ​​Quanta.

World Bubble.

Walter was all too familiar with these words.

It was so familiar to him that it was almost a part of his life.

It feels like just yesterday that Kevin and I were elbowing each other in the Sea of ​​Quanta.

They weren’t actually elbowing each other.

—So, that’s the charm of mystery.

As long as the logic is consistent, a lie is the truth.

Walter smiled with relief: “Yes, I should have thought of that. After all, I’m already here.”

“Then, would you like to come and have a look at my warship?”

“Go! Of course we’ll go! This spaceship is huge, even bigger than the Black Tower Space Station, right?”

———

The Hyperion’s elevators are ascending towards the bridge.

“Captain on the bridge.”

A female voice broadcasts the news.

laugh–

With a soft hiss of air pressure release, the elevator doors slid open smoothly to both sides, revealing the entire Hyperion bridge to everyone.

You Yan appeared calm and composed, without any flaws.

The predominant color scheme here is cool, silvery-white metal, with countless holographic screens floating in mid-air, scrolling through dazzling streams of data. The enormous portholes, with their perfect curves, embrace the starry sky outside without reservation.

“Well then—welcome to my home, everyone.”

March 7th was like a child thrown into an amusement park, her eyes wide open. She couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, quickly ran to the railing, and leaned over to look down.

“Wow—this is so cool! Is this the bridge of a warship? It’s so much bigger than I imagined! And all these screens…are they all touchscreens?”

She reached out her finger to poke a pale blue light frame floating in front of her, but March 7’s finger passed right through it, creating virtual ripples.

“This is a holographic projection, not a physical screen,” Walter’s voice came from behind, tinged with an undisguised nostalgia.

It’s not an illusion, it’s not a projection.

“It really is… Hyperion.” Walter murmured softly, his eyes behind his glasses filled with complex emotions.

Building a Hyperion is not particularly difficult in the galaxy.

But for Walter, the warship gave him a feeling that brought tears to his eyes, as if it had stepped out of an old photograph… just as if his student Himeko would come up in the next elevator.

Want to give it a try?

“Huh? Me? Can I?”

March 7th pointed to his own nose, looking flattered and surprised.

“This is the captain’s seat! …Speaking of which, what if I accidentally press the wrong button and launch a missile that blows up a planet?”

“Hmm? No, I just wanted you to sit in the ergonomic massage chair.” You Yan shrugged.

Danheng walked to the porthole and gazed at the vast sea of ​​stars outside. His fingers gently touched the cool glass, lost in thought.

“Wandering Flame”.

“Um?”

“Does this ship… really exist?”

“certainly.”

March 7th had already taken his seat in the captain’s chair, sinking into the large seat and excitedly turning around.

“Wow—this chair is so comfortable! It’s even softer than my bed!”