[Crowd's Reaction]
"This spider's web is so fragile..."
"With just a touch—"
"It can shred sothing even more delicate."
...
The scene shifts—
Kafka now stands in another corridor, a knife in one hand and a submachine gun in the other.
Her eyes flash with a sharp violet glow.
The IPC security team patrolling the area barely has ti to react before—
Kafka hurls her blade.
At the sa ti—
The clock's hand ticks from 12 to 11.
Another guard charges at her with a spear—
She sidesteps effortlessly, firing a single shot to finish him.
Using the recoil, she flips onto a crate—
Kicking off to knock out another guard.
The clock ticks to 9.
In less than a breath, three enemies are down.
The players watching are stunned.
...
"Isn't this a turn-based ga?!"
"These cara angles! Yu Ling, you have to be filming this live!"
"A mother's strength knows no bounds!"
"This isn't a skill showcase—this is real combat footage!"
"Even Kafka's smiling—she loves this!"
...
Before the shock wears off—
Kafka dispatches two more guards with fluid precision.
Reinforcents arrive—
She dual-wields submachine guns, unleashing a storm of bullets.
A final 180-degree spin—
She lands upside-down, eliminating the last foe.
The clock ticks to 2.
She retrieves her blade.
A single, casual shot.
Done.
---
Kafka steps into the grand hall—
Dozens of weapons are trained on her.
She ignores them entirely, focusing instead on the eerie violet glow of her knife.
"Fate has a thousand faces... yet why—"
"—does it only show us one?"
Crimson cracks spread from her, fracturing reality itself.
Like a shattered mirror.
Like the maw of a beast.
Everyone realizes—
Her ultimate is coming.
Even the most composed viewers lean forward.
"Are you peeking at ?"
Under the spotlight—
Kafka snaps her fingers.
Darkness.
Then—
Gunfire.
A whirlwind of bullets, synchronized with the soundtrack's crescendo.
Even if you've seen it before—
The choreography still leaves you breathless.
The guards beco re props in this ballet of violence.
...
"All good things must co to an end."
The silver coin from earlier reappears—
Now marked with a "1".
"As for the ending..."
"Care to take a guess?"
She tosses it—
Catches it.
The screen cuts to black.
A gunshot rings out.
Then—
Against a blood-red backdrop—
Kafka walks alone, a black umbrella in hand.
"Heads or tails?"
The music swells.
The cara zooms in—
Her face turns toward the viewer.
A smirk.
"Did you catch it?"
END.
...
Back in the studio, Kafka wears a pleased smile.
She even applauds.
"I can't define beauty concretely... but in my experience—"
"—the more beautiful sothing is, the more dangerous it tends to be."
"Yet Yu Ling's work defies that logic entirely."
Her tone is playful, but the praise is unmistakable.
The crowd in Central Starskiff Haven Square erupts in applause—
A mix of awe and exhilaration.
Today, Yu Ling delivered a masterpiece.
And Kafka's approval?
The cherry on top.
"Kafka, we're out of ti."
A familiar voice calls from off-screen.
The crowd loses it.
"SILVER WOLF?!"
"She's here too?!"
"The Stellaron Hunters' bond is real!"
Kafka smirks.
"Now then—"
"—let introduce Honkai: Star Rail's newest character."
She gestures to the gaplay footage displayed beside her.
"Kafka."
"A 5-star Lightning Nihility character."
"A master of manipulation, weaving fate like a spider's web."
It's less a gaplay preview—
And more a self-introduction.
The players shudder with excitent.
"Her basic attack, Midnight Tumult—useful, but forgettable."
"Her skill, Moonlight Slicer—a sweeping slash that triggers Shock."
"Her ultimate, Finale of the Farce—"
She twirls her umbrella, guns blazing.
"—where elegance ets annihilation."
"Detonates all DoT effects... with higher multipliers than her skill."
"The longer the fight, the deadlier she becos."
"Much like how I play with my prey."
...
The chat explodes.
"MOM, STOP FLEXING!"
"Who else could livestream their own kit breakdown?!"
"I'm dying—this is too perfect!"
"EVERY CHARACTER SHOULD DO THIS!"
...
Silver Wolf's voice cuts in.
"You're having too much fun. IPC fleets are en route."
"Stay any longer, and we're both getting bounties."
Kafka feigns surprise.
"Well then, dear viewers—"
"—the choice is yours."
A wink.
The screens cut to static.
---
Silence.
Then—
"SHE TOLD TO PULL—I HAVE TO!"
"RIP MY WALLET!"
"DAN HENG, FORGIVE —I NEED MOM FIRST!"
"WHO CARES ABOUT TA? THIS IS HISTORY!"
The square erupts in chaos.
Today wasn't just a livestream.
It was a revolution.
To be continued...
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