I'm playing Honkai Impact 3

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She could even foresee the headline: "Shocking! Famous Diva Meows in Public: Is it a Distortion of Humanity or a Decline in Morality?"

It might even be turned into a single on repeat by some enthusiastic fans, soaring to the top of the Nebula Music Chart... If that happens, she'll truly be socially dead, and she might as well consider immigrating to another star system!

"The pioneer... the nameless one, huh?"

Nia was somewhat surprised and looked everyone over carefully again.

"Uh-huh."

Qiong nodded and quietly put away the phone that had just recorded the robin's soul-stirring "meow".

Once I return to my original timeline, I'll edit it into a catchy electronic music track and post it on the StarNet; maybe it'll go viral overnight.

Perhaps I could also recommend it to my brother-in-law as background music for the Primordial Paradise.

It will surely bring a unique kind of happiness to those who are immersed in their sweet dreams.

It can generate traffic, entertain the public, improve your relationship with your brother-in-law, and allow you to enjoy the adorable expressions of the little bird...

"Master, what do you do for a living?"

Qiong looked at Nia with a smile.

While the names of the Star Train and the Nameless Passenger are well-known in the vast cosmos, they are obviously unknown to the general public of the Terra civilization, which is currently in a relatively closed state.

Even the Star Peace Corporation is rarely seen in this place. Daily transactions are mostly conducted in local currency, and credit points are practically unknown in small villages.

At its peak, the Republic of Grammer was probably at least an A-level civilization.

"I?"

Nia was slightly surprised by Qiong's sudden use of the title "Master," but she seemed to understand the abstract thought patterns of the gray-haired pair to some extent. She then smiled gently, a smile that carried a hint of mystery and self-deprecation.

"My profession is mascot."

"mascot?"

The group of Xingqiong looked at each other, their expressions varied.

"It seems I underestimated Grammer's level of civilization."

Qiong leaned back tactically, resting against Xing's chest, with the back of her head resting on Xing's round, snowy breasts that remained firm and incredibly elastic.

"There's actually such a profession?"

"What are the benefits like? Do you offer the five social insurances and three housing funds? Are you still hiring? What do you think of me?"

Xing's eyes lit up as she ignored Qiongzai's natural reliance on her.

Let alone touching her through her clothes, even if he directly kneaded her, she wouldn't react much.

After all, there was a sympathetic connection between the two, and she herself felt that the touch was nice and the breasts were very comfortable.

To be honest...

Xing immediately stepped forward enthusiastically and began to promote herself to the girl who looked like a twin sister to Liu Ying.

"I am also the mascot of the Starry Sky Train. Although I was only born a year ago, I already have eighteen years of work experience."

Her professional demeanor was so convincing that anyone who saw her would have to admit she was an expert.

"To be honest, I'm also the mascot of our train. I was born a year ago, but I already have eighteen years of work experience."

"Are you a mascot too?"

Nia tilted her head slightly, revealing a half-smile.

"Yup!"

"No, I think the train's mascot should be Pam."

On March 7th, I interjected with some witty remarks.

"Train conductors cannot hold multiple positions."

Xing was perfectly justified.

Who made that rule?

“Pam himself, last time I forced him to change into a pink cat and bunny outfit on the grounds that ‘mascots have an obligation to change their clothes and improve the mood of all train crew members,’ and he immediately added a new train rule.”

Xing proudly puffed out her chest and gently pushed away Qiong, who was leaning against her.

"Since then, I've been the official mascot handpicked by the train conductor!"

"But I haven't seen you change clothes to make everyone happy!"

On March 7th, he stood with one hand on his hip, staring silently at the stars with dead fish eyes.

"Who said that? Didn't I already put on a limited edition trash can set for everyone to admire? It's just that you lack artistic taste and can't appreciate it. What can I do?"

Xing shrugged, a look of regret on her face, as if she were someone who was too sophisticated for the masses.

"To be fair, the trash can set is really good."

Qiong rarely spoke up in support.

At least as a sex toy, he experienced unprecedented novelty and pleasure.

Watching the group suddenly veer off in a strange direction, and the warm and playful atmosphere that even outsiders could clearly sense, a faint light seemed to flicker in Nia's pink and blue gradient eyes, revealing a hint of emotion.

"Feel sorry."

She responded softly to Xing's job application.

"You are not qualified to be my mascot, and we are not recruiting any more people."

"Hmm...that makes sense. Generally speaking, one mascot is enough, right?"

Xing rested her delicate chin on Qiong's shoulder and tilted her head.

Are you working now?

Before Nia could answer, Qiong shrugged and tilted Xing's head up:

"Is that even a question? He's definitely slacking off."

"Even if you're a mascot, it's still a job. When you're working, you should find ways to slack off. If you manage to slack off, you're making a profit."

"You're obviously someone who likes to slack off."

Qiong casually put her arm around Nia's shoulder.

"Want to add me as a friend? I'll add you to a slacking-off group later. There's a senior who's an expert in this field who can provide you with all sorts of slacking-off methods."

This distance is undoubtedly excessively intimate for newly acquainted members of the opposite sex, and could even be considered harassment.

Qiong was simply a natural friend of the Masked Fool, without any ulterior motives.

After all, with Hanabi, he can have any wife he wants, even wives from other games and anime, and with his clones, he can have his own billion-dollar harem.

If anyone else had made such an offensive move, Nia would have definitely dodged it, but facing this gray-haired young man... the photo on his phone, taken on a rooftop under a meteor shower, flashed through her mind.

The genuine smile on 'Firefly's' face.

Her body, which had instinctively wanted to lean back, stopped abruptly.

"Or, how about we switch jobs and become the mascot of our Primordial Paradise?"

"The beginning... Heaven?"

Nia raised an eyebrow, looking quite interested.

"That is humanity's ultimate paradise!"

Qiong raised his hands, his tone becoming as dramatic as a sermon.

"With zero days on and seven days off, people do not have to face any pain, do not have to pay attention to the law of the jungle, are freed from all disasters and suffering in the world, and return to the original peace and tranquility of the soul."

"Does such a place exist in the universe?"

Nia rarely seemed to show surprise.

"Some have chests, some have chests."

"Then... how can I get there?"

A faint smile played on her lips as she pressed for an answer with curiosity.

"To be honest, we are actually time travelers. All you need to do is give us 500 billion gold coins to help us through this crisis. Once we return to our original timeline, we can take you back with us."

The Gold Shield was the highest-value currency in the Grammer Republic.

"At that time, as the Pope of the Seven Weeks, I will personally arrange VIP direct access to the Primordial Heaven for you."

Nia was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then a faint yet bright smile appeared on her lips.

Clearly, she didn't believe what Kyō said was true and treated these words as the same abstract...art as before.

"..."

March 7th and the robin both fell silent.

Although what Qiong said sounded exactly like the classic rhetoric of interstellar scammers, it was all true!

"I don't have that much money."

Nia seemed to give a serious answer.

"That zero, 50 billion is fine too."

Qiong immediately offered a discount, her attitude sincere.

"No."

"Surely we have 5 million gold coins by now?"

"..."

Nia remained silent, then looked up at Qiong and asked calmly.

What do you need so much money for?

"We need to find someone; our companion has gone missing."

"Fireflies?"

"Correct."

"But didn't you just say you were time travelers and needed money to get through your current difficulties?"

Nia chuckled mockingly.

Are these two things in conflict?

Qiong spread her hands confidently, "Doesn't finding someone require funding? Doesn't time travel consume energy? These are all part of the challenges."

"..."

Nia seemed momentarily speechless at this powerful logic, then shook her head again, "I don't have any money, but... I can help you find that child named Firefly."

"Really? Thank you so much!"

On March 7th, he clapped his hands happily.

Qiong's eyes narrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

--child?

He keenly noticed this slightly abrupt choice of words.

Nia looks exactly like Liuying, and appears to be a young girl, so why would she be addressed with such an elder-like title?

Unless... she is an immortal being?

But it doesn't quite feel like it.

Combined with her complex and subtle attitude when she saw the photo, her ambiguous answer of "I know her, but I don't know her," and the changes in her micro-expressions when she mentions the child...

Clues flashed through my mind, connecting like a crucial circuit, and an answer slowly emerged—

A copy.

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