[Honkai: Star Rail] The Path to Godhood Begins in a Trash Can

When you wake up, you've become a trash can. You have arms and legs, and you can run and jump.

You were going to roll over and go straight back to sleep, but instead a bunch of trash cans made you their king.

Looking at your hungry little subjects, you have no choice but to lead them down the road to riches by opening a trash-can detective agency.

After all, nobody would be wary of a trash can, right? Getting information is so convenient.

But you still underestimated how hard it would be. You have neither connections nor a powerful backer. Who would take you seriously?

After learning your lesson the hard way, you decide to make a name for yourself. But as the saying goes, good news stays indoors while bad news travels far. Rather than doing good deeds anonymously, you might as well push the limits of recklessness.

The wrecked Interastral Peace Corporation: "???"

The one being relentlessly pummeled into the ground, Shuhu: "???"

The Aeon of Propagation, about to be revived: "???"

So we're just tools for your reckless stunts?

Don't come any closer!!!

You've made just about enough of a name for yourself ×

Retire in glory and vanish without a trace?

You return to the trash planet to resume your old business. The moment you put up your sign, several bigwigs come knocking.

The fanatical gambler: Come play a game with me. If I win, you're mine; if you win, I'm yours.

The general of the Divine Foresight: Interested in stopping by the Divine Foresight for a little get-together?

The nameless person from the archives: You remind me of one of my companions.

The family representative: Come enjoy a life with seven days off.

The Galaxy Ranger: Want me to feed you a bullet?

The scholar from the Genius Society: Do you know how to read?

The Knight of Beauty: Please allow me to offer you my most beautiful blessings.

The pink-haired fox: Add some firewood.

The gloomy Stellaron Hunter: Today, it's either you or me.

None of them have good intentions. You steel yourself and deal with them one by one, only to find a whole horde of strange things waiting for you to take responsibility for them.

A green-haired peacock who loves to preen right in front of you whenever it has nothing better to do?

A snowy-white kitten that likes to sprawl on your head and yawn?

A maple leaf that loves to float around and stick to your face?

A Melodi-Dove that loves pecking at your hair?

A book that keeps nagging you to read and study?

A gun that makes its own sounds?

A rosebud on the verge of blooming?

A fluffy pink fox?

A battered sword?

Before you know it, your name has resounded throughout the universe. Wherever you go, you're surrounded by companions calling out to you, until the Aeons finally notice you too.

Nous casts a fleeting glance your way.

Yaoshi offers you an olive branch.

Lan shoots an arrow at you.

Qlipoth seals the matter with a hammer blow.

Xipe draws you into their embrace.

Aha gives you a wicked smile.

IX tries to devour you.

Fuli places a crown on your head.

You retreat again and again, groaning in distress.

Wait, all you wanted at the start was to keep the trash cans fed!

[Reading Guide]

● Apologies for the out-of-character behavior. It's absurd, illogical, and fast-paced.

● You're the biggest bug of all.

Thesis: A bit of self-indulgent fun