[Honkai: Star Rail] Not a Fictional History Aeon

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Not a fictional historian of the Aeons

I write the script of “life” for them, all to trade for a ticket “home” for myself.

The System told me that as long as I gathered enough energy, I could open a path home.

So I chose to write gossip about the Aeons. It was the only and fastest “way to survive” I could think of.

The Tale of the Elation Aeon's Hook was born.

Until Aha, Aeon of Elation, arrived in person, hacked the System, and welded my path shut:

“Don't leave. Aha is your home.”

With my path welded shut, I made my own fuel.

I turned around and signed a contract of servitude with the “script of the world”:

“Go save the characters who are supposed to die in those stories, and I'll give you the energy to transmigrate through time.”

And so my pen became the most dangerous weapon, and my manuscript the most distant battlefield.

Every word I wrote was me stealing “fuel” for my journey home.

I wrote The Great Emperor Reincarnated from the Aeon of the Hunt, so that the future Xianzhou general renowned throughout the stars could receive a bloodstained answer from the future ahead of time.

I wrote The Love Life of the Aeon of Elation, and smiled at the mad god: “Look closely. This is what real ‘fun’ looks like.”

In ancient Xianzhou, I became sworn brothers with Imbibitor Lunae over a cup of tea, and drank with Jing Yuan amid the ruins of a battlefield.

My younger sister has returned home safely, to parents who love her and a place of refuge.

But I am still on the road, because the names on my contract's list of those to be saved have not all been crossed off.

I left behind legends, along with a heap of stories that abruptly stop just as they reach the crucial truth.

Xianzhou natives, Masked Fools, Lord Ravagers... every faction in the universe is asking for my real name.

The answer?

Just a madman who wants to go home.

Someone who will do anything for it: write histories for gods, alter the fate of the dead, and lay the road home through every story.

When I set down my pen for the last time and have gathered enough fuel...

A beacon will shine for me at the end of that welded-shut road home.

---◇ Reading Guide ◇---

Style: Humor and warmth woven into the original's weighty epic atmosphere. The protagonist wields his pen like a blade, outsmarts the Aeons, and rewrites tragedies.

Content warning: I am a fictional historian, and the plot diverges from canon extensively, though I strive to keep it logically consistent. This story requires a little thought to read, and has many foreshadowed details. It is long and slow-paced, and the writing plot does not properly begin until Volume Two.

About the pairings: On the surface, this focuses on friendship, close friends, rivals, and kindred spirits. Most of the deeply developed relationships cannot be defined by ordinary terms like “friendship,” “romance,” or “family.” Decide for yourselves what they are, and ship whoever you like. The ending is open.

Bonds expected to receive substantial development: Aha / Dan Feng / Dan Heng / Yingxing (Blade) / Trailblazer / Jing Yuan...

[Excerpt: Four Temperatures of a Story]

1. [Confrontation with the Divine] Dancing with Elation

...Yan Suo searched the room from top to bottom, shouting out the window: “Aha! Where are you?!”

He angrily accused the “imposter” in the room, shouting at thin air.

The Aeon of Elation Aha stopped laughing. Their mask blocked the doorway, and they spoke in a saccharine voice: “Don't go, little writer. I really am Aha.”

Yan Suo looked at them and spoke slowly and earnestly: “I just want you to see the fun I've created.”

Aha's wild laughter abruptly stopped. They stared at Yan Suo as if they had discovered the truth of the universe, then proclaimed in a voice full of delight:

“No... little writer... I was wrong! The one who weaves fun is a craftsman, but the one who becomes fun itself is an artist

“You are Aha!”

2. [Warm and Witty] Sworn Brothers Over a Cup of Tea (from the daily-life scenes)

“The scenery is beautiful, and the people are so nice. I love it here!” Yan Suo told Dan Feng with a smile. “But I have to move out. I have things to do.”

Dan Feng simply set down the medicine bowl, then placed a few candied fruits in his palm.

Yan Suo swallowed them whole, pits and all. Dan Feng was silent for a moment, then remarked, “You have strong teeth.”

“Of course.” Yan Suo grinned. “They're the thirty-second most important companions of my life!”

A faint smile flashed in Dan Feng's eyes. He suddenly asked, “What did you just say I consider you?”

Yan Suo slapped the table. “Of course we're brothers, born of different parents!” He poured two cups of tea and shoved one toward Dan Feng. “Come on, down this cup, and we'll be brothers!”

Dan Feng gazed at him, then actually took the cup and drained it.

“The Vidyadhara are holding a ceremony in a few days,” he said. “I'll introduce you to the whole clan.”

Yan Suo's hand slipped, and his teacup nearly fell.

He looked up and saw unmistakable earnestness in Dan Feng's eyes. This lonely High Elder had taken his joking words seriously.

Yan Suo fell silent for a moment, then clasped his hands and declared with solemn righteousness, “Big Brother!”

He followed up with an improvised oath of brotherhood: “We may not be born on the same day, month, and year, but may we blaze across the Luofu together!”

Dan Feng looked at the cup of tea before him as if he could see his own fated dragon life being “led astray,” then raised the cup and drained it.

From proposal to sworn brothers, it took less than the time to drink a cup of tea.

At that moment, a white-haired Cloud Knight boy stood outside Dan Feng's home, holding a portrait labeled “Wang Dazhu (Yan Suo)” and wondering how this “ordinary” friend had managed to “steal away” one person after another whom he cherished...

3. [A Tremor in Fate] The Weight of Foresight

...Jing Yuan read the passages about the future in The Great Emperor: his close friend turning into an evil dragon, his master descending into madness, and all those he cherished turning against and killing one another, sinking into a sea of suffering.

The words became blades, piercing his eyes and lungs.

It was a blood-soaked “if only I'd known,” shoved into his soul ahead of time by someone who had crossed through time.

The screen went dark. In his reflection, he saw his own golden eyes, blank and unaware, streaming with tears.

At that moment, fate was forcibly pried open at one corner.

4. [An Epic Choice] The Aeon's Decision (from The Great Emperor)

Lan awoke with a start. Memories from his previous life as the Aeon of the Hunt flooded into this mortal body, including being defeated by the Aeon of Destruction and the ultimate fate of his homeland, the Xianzhou, reduced to dust.

His subordinate asked, “General, how confident are you about making a deal with the Tunnel Emperor?”

Lan suddenly understood. This was exactly where he had begun his path to becoming an Aeon in his previous life.

His gaze shifted as he looked at his subordinate.

“Perhaps... this time, I can make a different choice.”

For instance, gather the Xianzhou Alliance and try being an emperor.

Theme: Break free from fate and rewrite tragedies