What if your Honkai Star Rail was like this?

Chapter 226: Chapter 226: So That’s How It Is...

Under Acheron’s final summon, a girl with horns on her head and a tachi on her back walked out from the thunderclouds. When she appeared, gales howled and thunder boomed, as if a queen of lightning had descended.

She was the Raiden Bosenmori Mei summoned by Acheron, a parallel counterpart from another world.

Acheron pointed at Dominicus and said: ”That is the enemy! Please, another me!”

Raiden Bosenmori Mei nodded: ”Mm...”

Whoosh—crack!

Boom!

Dominicus suddenly struck, knocking this lightning queen down from the air with one blow. The air fell silent for a moment.

”I thought it was some big shot, turns out it’s just a nobody.” Sunday snorted coldly. To be honest, this woman’s entrance just now had indeed shaken him, but after carefully sensing, he found that the opponent wasn’t even at Emanator-level strength.

In that case, what was there to fear?

The memory spirit of the Preservation Emanator was ultimately defeated by his Dominicus.

”...Heh, don’t get too smug.”

Acheron helped Raiden Bosenmori Mei up from the ground. ”Although I don’t know what trump cards she has left, I believe that in every world, I would never give up just because the enemy is strong!”

”You’re right, another me.”

Raiden Bosenmori Mei took a deep breath: ”I... can’t do anything.”

Acheron: ?

What does that mean? Didn’t you just say I’m right? How does the next sentence turn defeatist?

Upon hearing this, Sunday also burst into laughter: ”What’s this? Your mind seems a bit unclear. Are you surrendering?”

Swish—

Just as the two were puzzled, a burst of inexplicable power suddenly erupted from Raiden Bosenmori Mei, healing her wounds and boosting her strength. Her entire form changed, as if undergoing a ”metamorphosis.”

Sunday & Acheron: ?

After a few seconds, Sunday suddenly reacted: ”That line you just said wasn’t giving up! It was an incantation!”

Raiden Bosenmori Mei smiled slightly: ”Correct! I can’t do anything!”

Swish—

As her words fell, her power rose another level.

Bu hao!

Seeing this, a trace of gravity finally appeared on Sunday’s face. If this girl could increase her power with every sentence she said, then in just a few minutes, this infinite stacking of combat power could catch up to His current strength, or even surpass it.

Another gimmick monster!

”Fifth Day, Quintuple In the Beginning There Was Action!”

Rumble rumble—

Without any hesitation, Sunday unleashed his ultimate, terrifying Path energy erupting from Him as the center, devouring everything around.

Even Acheron could only barely shield and block under the power of this move.

—”I... can’t do anything!”

”Sixth Day, Sextuple In the Beginning There Was Action!”

—”I can’t do anything!”

”Seventh Day, Septuple In the Beginning There Was Action!”

—”I can’t do anything!”

”Eighth Day, Octuple In the Beginning There Was Action...”

”...”

The entire Moment of Scorchsand was now enveloped in violent energy. For this kind of gimmick monster, the only thing Sunday could do was rely on his own super high stats to stack damage continuously. In just this short time, he had already stacked to the ”Sixteenth Day.”

But even so, the opponent’s stacking limit showed no end.

Am I going to lose?

Sunday’s brows furrowed tightly. Suddenly, a flash of insight struck his mind, ”Got it!”

Since the opponent’s mechanism core lies in these inexplicable words, then...

Dominicus started with a basic attack, without using any fancy skills, simply and straightforwardly grabbing, holding Raiden Bosenmori Mei in its palm.

Seeing this, Acheron couldn’t help but say: ”No, isn’t this too dirty?”

Raiden Bosenmori Mei: ”I can’t do...”

Before she could finish, Dominicus directly sealed her mouth with the power of [Order], making her unable to speak.

This way, it fundamentally solved the opponent’s buff-stacking mechanism.

Sunday: ”Your failure was already destined.”

”Seventeenth Day, Septuple In the Beginning There Was Action!”

Boom—

...

A few minutes earlier, on the other side.

”Did you understand everything I just told you?” Gallagher asked.

Stelle nodded repeatedly: ”Mm mm... Pfft, so itchy, Sparkle don’t touch randomly~”

Smack!

Sparkle irritably slapped Stelle’s thigh, ”What are you saying? Touch what randomly? This isn’t me applying powder to you?”

”Do you think I’m Sunday, seeing your current body and wanting to touch randomly?”

The current Stelle, wearing Gallagher’s body, dressed in the same tank top, shorts, and white socks, had a layer of pale foundation applied to her face and neck, looking just like a zombie.

And a muscular zombie at that. To make the muscles on Stelle’s body more prominent, everyone had even applied olive oil all over.

—Boom!

A distant explosion sounded, making the two who were laughing change their expressions. They knew this was Acheron desperately stalling Sunday; the time left for them was running out.

Robin looked Stelle up and down, nodding satisfiedly: ”Mm mm, should be about done. Brother will definitely fall for this look... Oh right, almost forgot the most crucial step.”

With that, Robin fetched a basin of water from the nearby sink and poured it straight down on Stelle’s head.

Splash—

Stelle: ?

”No, cough cough—” Stelle wiped the water from her face, ”Pouring like this, doesn’t it waste all the previous preparations?”

Robin shook her head: ”Not necessarily. Sometimes, necessary dishevelment can better evoke sympathy, not to mention the wet-body temptation... Tsk tsk tsk, if brother sees ’Gallagher’ like this, from now on his weakness will be in my hands...”

Stelle: ”You accidentally said your true thoughts out loud ah hey!”

”Anyway, the next step is up to you.”

Robin pushed Stelle, saying: ”Go on, deliver a mental blow to my brother, shake Ena’s Dream, save Penacony!”

”We’ll silently guard you from the rear!”

Stelle’s mouth twitched, her gaze sweeping the ground, and asked: ”Where are my shoes? At least give me a pair of shoes first?”

Sparkle pushed Stelle again: ”What shoes? Don’t you know the allure of bare feet? Anyway, your task is to approach Sunday and then shatter his heart; whether you wear shoes or not doesn’t matter.”

A few minutes later.

Stelle staggered to the edge of the battlefield, just in time to catch the scene of Acheron being sent flying. That sight made her heart skip a beat: Sunday strikes so ruthlessly; is she still useful like this?!

If she turned and ran now, what would the success probability be?

Would Mr. Gallagher’s script really work?

...

—”Gallagher?”

At this moment, a puzzled voice came. Dominicus’s massive body had somehow moved behind Stelle: ”Why are you here?”