Honkai: Star Rail — A Nameless Traveler, a New Path Every Day - Chapter 2

Of course, if the body is destroyed but the 19 lives are not used up, then the body will be reborn at a safe spawn point.

The birth point is the place where you slept once.

“So I was probably researching something terrible this morning, which attracted something to kill me.”

After explaining, Youyan recalled something.

“Thankfully, I still have 18 lives left today.”

“…”

“ah?”

“You didn’t say that yesterday!”

“Uh… I just wanted to give everyone some real-world proof the next day.”

Youyan scratched his head.

“However, each destiny is my own consciousness, so don’t worry about whether there are eighteen or nineteen versions of me. They just have different focuses in terms of personality and ability. For example, the version of me in the pioneering state is the most normal version of me—warm-hearted, helpful, and fond of exploring new things.”

“So… what was your fate this morning?”

“It was originally [Intelligence], but now it’s [Exploration]!” You Yan said with a grin. “Sorry to have worried everyone.”

Feeling lost on March 7th, I immediately asked a question—

“So, did I cry for nothing just now?”

Looking into March 7’s eyes, You Yan was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

“Uh… this…”

He scratched the back of his head, his smile turning somewhat awkward.

“Um… your tears were definitely not for nothing!” he said earnestly. “It shows that you genuinely care about me, and I’m really touched! Really!”

March 7th looked at him with a complicated expression.

“So you’re saying you knew yesterday that you might die this morning?”

“No, no, no, I really didn’t know!” You Yan hurriedly waved his hands. “I only know that I switch destinies every day, but I didn’t expect the Wisdom Destiny to be so dangerous! And I didn’t expect anyone to come and kill me…”

“You make death sound so easy.”

“Because I didn’t really feel much of a sensation,” You Yan shrugged. “It’s like getting disconnected while playing a game, and when I logged back in, I found everyone crying around me. It was kind of embarrassing.”

“You still know how to be embarrassed, Pam!” Pam jumped up angrily. “You scared the train conductor’s heart to death!”

Walter, having finished his thought, spoke.

“So, you have 18 chances to revive every day?”

“Yes, that’s about it! I switched to [Intelligence] early this morning, but [Intelligence] is temporarily dead, so I’m now [Exploration]!”

Although Dan Heng’s tone was somewhat indifferent, there was a hint of concern in his words: “Are you feeling unwell? Where is the murderer? Did you see who it was?”

“I don’t know, but it doesn’t hurt.”

Youyan scratched his head.

As a transmigrator who had played on the Starry Sky Railway, You Yan probably knew who had taken his life.

The stern mother of those who follow the path of wisdom, Polka Kakamu.

Polka believed that chaos and the unknown would prematurely lead the universe to its “end.” In order to maintain the perfect future model proclaimed by the Confucian scholar using the concept of “moment,” she repeatedly hunted down geniuses, restricted the growth of knowledge in the universe, and extinguished the possibility of chaotic variables.

Her style of doing things was not cruel, but rather very decisive.

Is he really that powerful in his current state of consciousness?

Have we already reached the singularity of knowledge?

“However, under the circumstances of my intellectual destiny, if an enemy gets close to me, I will definitely die. In that state, I am a pure glass cannon.”

Although you can craft equipment from scratch, you can’t improve your constitution.

Perhaps it’s because someone sabotaged me—I have a brilliant mind, but I’m fragile.

“The fact that the killer could commit murder silently on the train shows that their abilities should not be underestimated. Even if you have multiple chances to revive, you cannot guarantee that you will be safe every time. Moreover, if the other party knows that you can revive, they may take more extreme measures.”

You Yan scratched his head, his expression becoming more serious: “Yeah, I understand. But I don’t know who did it. I was indeed studying something in my mental state, but I was killed before I could finish reading it.”

He crouched down and picked up a piece of paper.

“These notes were completely destroyed; it seems the other party didn’t want me to record that knowledge.”

“Do you…remember what you researched?” Danheng asked.

You Yan closed his eyes and tried to recall, then opened them again: “I don’t remember anything at all. It seems that my memories in my mental state disappeared along with my death. I only know that I was researching something very important at the time, but the specific details are a complete blank. It must be that my mental state realized that if I wrote it down, I would definitely be killed.”

“What will you be like tomorrow?” Danheng asked the crucial question.

“I really don’t know, it’s random.” You Yan shrugged. “But don’t worry, no matter what fate awaits me, I’ll stand on the train’s side.”

“That’s good.” Dan Heng nodded, the seriousness in his eyes finally lessening.

“So, do you… have any special abilities right now?”

“Uh.” You Yan blinked. “So…you’re very enterprising, kind-hearted, and helpful?”

“Then what’s the difference between you and a state of intellectual awareness?”

“Perhaps intellectuals aren’t as passionate as I am?”

So you’re just an ordinary person now?

“You can’t say that!” You Yan puffed out his chest. “I’m just an ordinary person with a pioneering spirit! Look, right now I want to help everyone clean the carriages, help the train conductor tidy up the rooms, help Sister Himeko make coffee, help Mr. Walter…”

“Stop, stop, stop!” March 7th quickly interrupted him, “Aren’t you being a little too enthusiastic? You weren’t this enthusiastic yesterday…”

“I was a pioneer yesterday too!” You Yan said matter-of-factly. “It’s just that yesterday was my first day on the bus, and I wasn’t very familiar with it yet. Today is different! I’m an anonymous member now, so of course I have to do something for everyone!”

After everyone confirmed that everything was alright and left, You Yan looked at the scraps of paper scattered on the ground and the pen that had pierced his heart, the one that had saved his life, and the smile on his face faded slightly.

He squatted down and began to clean up the trash on the ground.

Although the knowledge points seem to have changed today, there’s still a one in eighteen chance they’ll be refreshed tomorrow morning.

Does that mean Polka will come and kill him once a day?

“Wandering Flame?”

It’s Himeko’s voice.

“Yes!” You Yan quickly responded and turned around.

Himeko leaned against the doorframe, holding two cups of coffee. She handed one to Yuuyan, her gaze sweeping over the room, which was almost completely tidied up.

“The recovery is quite fast.”

“Having died once, one should at least have made some progress.” You Yan took the coffee, smiled wryly, and took a sip. “Is Sister Himeko here to confirm if I’m really alright?”

“Half and half.” Himeko sat down opposite him. “The other half is to ask you, do you have any clues about the murderer who killed you?”

“Well…”

I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.