I'm bravely volunteering for a non-traditional, simulation-free, system-free story. Anyone interested? No low-IQ, no OOC. I've already started writing Pinocchio. I'll be live-streaming on Sky Screen and occasionally releasing a couple of songs. The protagonist has no system, and the story is primarily slow-paced, a funny space comedy. There will be some minor emotional moments, but the ending is definitely happy. Onpharos has a happy ending, but it's not finished yet. Are you willing to wait?
This year's new Honkai Impact 3rd fanfiction, being a new book, doesn't have a rating yet and has a small following. It's related to the past of the Star Core Hunter and the Pioneer (Qiong), and in a sense, it's a prequel to Honkai Impact 3rd (based on deductions and concepts from the existing main storyline). Characters like Silver Wolf, Firefly, and Blade will appear later, as main characters, and will occupy a significant portion of the story. Currently, it has reached the point where Kaffa is taking care of the young Pioneer, and there are also special chapters about Silver Wolf, Firefly, and Blade unrelated to the main plot. You can check if the writing style is suitable first.
In the future timeline of Honkai Impact 3rd, you're sure to look forward to Chapter 383, the side story "The Song of the Black Tower: Divinity, Reason, and the Hammer" (Part 1). On the edge of the universe, in a strange, self-sufficient, mobile, modular space city called "Black Tower City," designed and built entirely by the Black Tower and inhabited primarily by its countless "dolls," is composed of numerous sophisticated machines, energy circuits, knowledge databases, and an innumerable number of "Black Tower" dolls. Black Tower City is not a cold, mechanical fortress. On the contrary, it is filled with a strange "vitality." Various types, sizes, functions, and even subtle differences in personality of Black Tower dolls roam the streets. Some hurried by with data tablets, muttering calculations to themselves; others gathered in small groups, fiercely debating the meaning of the thousandth decimal place of a certain cosmological constant in the public "thinking square"; still others, the "leisurely" dolls, basked in the non-existent "sun" on the "simulated sun lawn" in poses completely defying the laws of physics but full of artistic flair, or played cat's cradle with each other using precise mechanical arms (made of nanofibers)... The air was filled with a faint smell of engine oil, pheromones, and a certain... Indescribable, "Black Tower"-like, "rational" and "chaotic" intertwined "vitality". At this moment, before the entrance to the "Crossroads of Fate," the most core, most secretive, and most intensely energetic area of "Black Tower City," the true form of Black Tower (her real body, or rather, the unique "puppet" with the highest authority and closest to her "prototype," whose purple eyes gleam with a profound wisdom and "desire for inquiry" far surpassing any other puppet) stood quietly. She wore a simple, dark research robe with subtle energy patterns, her purple eyes calmly gazing at the constantly twisting and rotating entrance to a higher-dimensional "cognitive realm"—the "Crossroads of Fate"—composed of countless mathematical formulas, physical models, logical chains, and the radiance of pure knowledge. This was a window or passage she had forcibly carved out between the real universe and the path of "intellect" using the near-infinite computing power of "Black Tower City" and her own profound understanding of the destiny of "intellect." It was extremely unstable and dangerous, but it allowed her to observe and even attempt to "communicate" with the star god who controlled "intellect" more closely. Today was her 39,800th attempt to "pay homage." "Begin." The voice of the Black Tower itself was calm and even, as if it were just stating a trivial matter. She took a step forward, her figure instantly swallowed by the distorted, radiant light of knowledge. Inside the narrow passage of destiny, there was no space, no time, and no matter. There was only the endless, ceaseless, constantly arising and reorganizing "information," "concepts," "logic," and "knowledge" themselves. They were like the nerves and blood vessels of the universe, manifesting, flowing, and colliding here in their purest form. The consciousness of an ordinary being (even a powerful destiny traveler) entering this place would be instantly washed away by the endless torrent of information, reduced to the most basic data remnants, or assimilated by some overly vast and complex "concept," losing its own identity. But the consciousness of the Black Tower itself, protected by a thin, silvery-purple halo formed by the immense computing power of "Black Tower City" and her own unique, extreme control over information, struggled, yet resolutely, "advanced" in a certain "direction" amidst this frenzy of knowledge. How long it "advanced" was unknown—it felt like an instant, yet also like billions of years. Suddenly, the torrent of "knowledge" ahead "calmed," forming a relatively "still," enormous "platform" or "hall" composed of pure rational radiance. At the "end" of the hall, suspended, was an "existence." It was an enormous mechanical head, entirely composed of some incomprehensible, seemingly "solidified" knowledge and logic itself, radiating a constant, cold, emotionless, pale white light. It has no facial features, no adornments, only the simplest, geometric shape, perfectly conforming to some ultimate aesthetic of "rationality" and "efficiency"—the shape of a head. Its surface constantly flows with the microcosm and torrent of all the knowledge and information "recorded" or "deduced" since the birth of the universe, and perhaps even earlier. Countless fine bands of light, composed of pure logic and mathematical symbols, extend from its "back," disappearing into the endless void of knowledge around it, like its "nerves" or "data cables," connecting the entire knowledge network of the "intellectual" destiny. The Star God of Knowledge, Doctor Zun. Or rather, a "projection" or "interface" of it, passively manifested here due to the "slot" and "audience" ritual of the Black Tower. The consciousness of the Black Tower itself (presenting the form of a puppet) stopped at a great distance from that mechanical head. Even with the computing power of "Black Tower City" protecting her, facing this star god who wielded the essence of "intelligence," she could still feel a profound sense of insignificance and oppression stemming from the depths of her soul, a sense of the "infinite" and the "absolute." But in her eyes, there was more of a burning, undisguised "inquiry" and "yearning." She didn't bow, nor offered a humble greeting. She simply raised her head, her purple eyes, seemingly capable of seeing through all mysteries, "gazing" at the enormous mechanical head. Then, in a calm yet powerful and questioning voice, she asked the question she had sought to answer after 39,800 attempts, consuming a massive amount of "Black Tower City's" computing power, and even risking the assimilation of her own consciousness: "What is divinity?" "What is rationality?" Her voice echoed in this "hall" purely composed of knowledge and logic, yet it didn't stir up any ripples. It was as if her question was too "simple," too "meaningless," or... Too "complex" and "contradictory" for the being before her, representing the sum total of cosmic knowledge and ultimate reason, to be "answered" with existing, "rational" logic. The mechanical head remained silently suspended, its pale light flowing steadily, the torrent of knowledge on its surface surging ceaselessly. There was no answer. Not even a trace of "observing" or "perceiving" the existence of the Black Tower. Silence. A suffocating, absolute silence. This silence itself was an "answer." An "answer" that proclaimed absolute, insurmountable "status" and "disparity." Before the true Star God, who held the origin of "intellect," even a genius like the Black Tower, her questions, her explorations, her "reason," all seemed so... "Human" and "naive." A chilling feeling, as if it would freeze, engulf, and assimilate her consciousness, her "self," and all the "reason" and "desire for knowledge" she upheld, reducing them to a mere speck of dust in this endless torrent of knowledge, began to permeate her surroundings. It was the chill of "divinity," the indifference and potential assimilation of "individual will" by "absolute reason." Danger. Just as the silver-purple protective aura at the edge of the Black Tower's consciousness began to show extremely subtle and unstable fluctuations, as if it might be crushed at any moment by this absolute silence and the oppression of "divinity"—a faint yet incredibly clear fluctuation, filled with something absurd, vibrant, and "sounding," stubbornly "transmitted" along the computational connection between her and "Black Tower City," against the information torrent of the "Crossroads of Fate"! Was that… a song?
