Honkai Star Rail: I Played the Villain, Now the Heroines Want Revenge — Chapter 250

Chapter 250: It’s Better to Return to Silence

Orion lowered the hand that had crushed the ‘star’.

He raised his head, his gaze calmly fixed on Phantylia, who was still in a daze on the lotus platform.

The entire cavern was silent, save for the faint crackling of Phantylia’s dissipating attack.

The next moment, black, fractal patterns appeared in his eyes.

Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, activated.

[Inorin’s Note: The “Mystic Eyes of Death Perception” is the user’s (Orion’s) core ability, allowing him to perceive the “death lines” or “lines of fate” on all things. Cutting these lines results in irreversible destruction.]

In his vision, the entire world changed.

All colors faded from everything, leaving only shades of gray, black, and white.

The roar of the Ambrosial Arbor, the panicked whispers of the crew, the hum of Phantylia’s power—all of it muffled into a distant, underwater drone.

And upon these monochrome outlines, countless, dense black lines were spread.

Those were the ‘lines of death,’ the conceptual ‘end’ of all things, the preordained path to their destruction.

Even gods, even Aeons, as long as they were ‘things,’ they inevitably possessed ‘death’.

Orion’s gaze fell upon Phantylia’s massive, divine body.

In his eyes, Phantylia’s body—which had merged with the Ambrosial Arbor and the Great Stellaron, a being that should have been immortal and indestructible—was now covered in clear black lines.

They were faint, chaotic, and constantly shifting—the lines of the Abundance warring with the lines of Destruction—but they were there.

He saw the lines on her, on the Arbor, and on the Great Stellaron fused within its core.

“So that’s how it is.”

Orion smiled.

He smiled very happily, a smile of pure, cold, absolute understanding.

“I see your lines of death.”

Phantylia shivered, snapping out of her shock.

She didn’t understand what Orion was saying, but she could feel a spine-chilling… pleasure in his words.

It was as if, in his eyes, she was no longer a powerful, divine opponent, but a toy about to be disassembled. A piece of meat.

“You… who exactly are you?!” she roared, her voice losing its seductive charm and revealing true, animalistic fear.

Orion did not answer her.

He moved.

Not a dash, but a simple step off the air.

Instantly, he appeared beneath Phantylia’s giant lotus platform.

“Damn it! Stay away!”

Phantylia reacted, activating the full, desperate power of the Ambrosial Arbor.

Countless golden, thorned vines, far more than before, surged from all directions, lashing out at Orion!

Sharp branches, hard as diamond, also grew from the lotus platform, piercing towards him like a forest of swords.

However, all these attacks seemed so ridiculous in front of Orion.

He didn’t dodge. He didn’t block. He simply… walked.

He swung the black sword in his hand, Yanqing’s blade still in his grasp.

His blade was a blur, not of speed, but of precision.

He wasn’t cutting the vines. He was tracing the lines on the vines.

Swish. Swish. Swish.

Those Ambrosial Arbor vines, which had been so troublesome in Jing Yuan and Dan Heng’s eyes, were now as fragile as rotten wood.

With just one casual swing, a dozen vines were “killed,” their vitality severed at a conceptual level. They didn’t just fall; they turned to gray ash before they even touched him.

He walked through the barrage, a god of death in a blizzard of ash.

“How… how is this possible…?”

Phantylia watched the scene before her in utter astonishment.

Her attacks, powered by an Aeon’s gift, couldn’t even track his movements.

This man… it was as if he knew the future, as if he knew exactly where her attacks would be, and exactly where their weakest point was.

Just as she lost focus, pulling her power back to defend herself…

Orion’s figure had already appeared before her, standing on the air, eye-level with her massive, divine face.

“Now, it’s your turn.”

“NO!”

Alarm bells rang in Phantylia’s heart; without thinking, she raised the giant fan in her hand, a conceptual weapon in itself, to block!

However, Orion’s target was not her body at all.

A dark sword light flashed.

It followed a single, complex, wavering black line that ran along the edge of Phantylia’s right shoulder.

He traced it.

“Pfft—”

Blood splattering, intense pain… none of that happened.

Phantylia only felt a strange, cold sensation. A feeling of emptiness in her right shoulder.

She instinctively looked down.

Her massive, divine arm… had actually snapped off.

Cleanly.

The arm slid from her shoulder, hovered in the air for a moment, and then, like the vines, quickly lost all vitality. It cracked, crumbled, and turned to a blizzard of gray, scattering ashes.

“Ah… Ah ah ah ah ah!”

Only then did Phantylia let out a scream.

But it wasn’t from pain. It was from pure, existential fear.

She was horrified to discover that no matter how she urged the power of Abundance, no matter how she called upon the Ambrosial Arbor…

Her severed right shoulder could not regenerate!

The smooth, clean fracture had cut off all life force.

It was as if… as if she had never had that arm to begin with!

Its very existence had been completely, retroactively erased!

“Impossible! This is impossible!”

Phantylia couldn’t understand what was happening to her.

“What exactly have you done to me?!”

“I merged with the Ambrosial Arbor! I am immortal! Why… WHY CAN’T MY ARM REGENERATE!”

She frantically swung her remaining left hand and the giant fan, attacking Orion in a blind, terrified panic.

However, it was all in vain.

He simply stepped back, letting her attacks flail wildly in the empty air.

She couldn’t even touch the hem of his clothes.

The scene before them had completely exceeded everyone present’s expectations.

This wasn’t a battle at all.

It was… a dimensionality reduction strike.

“This…”

Jing Yuan watched the scene before him, completely speechless.

He had originally thought that Orion’s ability to crush a ‘star’ with one hand was the limit of his strength.

But now it seemed that was just the tip of the iceberg.

This person could contend with a Lord Ravager alone, that was one thing.

Now, he was toying with her. He was completely dominating.

The arrogant, powerful Lord Ravager, Phantylia, who had left him and the Imbibitor Lunae helpless, was like a three-year-old child in front of him, utterly powerless to resist!

Her attacks couldn’t harm him in the slightest, yet every time he struck, he left an unhealable, conceptual wound on Phantylia’s massive body.

Orion’s strength was simply… terrifying!

Jing Yuan privately wondered, even at his absolute peak, facing Orion now… he probably wouldn’t last more than a few moves.

This was a power he had only ever seen in legends of the Aeons.

He was simply out of reach!

This man… Jing Yuan thought, his heart cold with awe, …is he really… just a Trailblazer?

“Master Diviner…”

Jing Yuan instinctively looked at Fu Xuan beside him, hoping to get some answers from his all-knowing colleague.

However, what he saw was a small face equally filled with daze and shock.

Fu Xuan’s small mouth was slightly agape.

This kind of power… the power to erase existence, to cut reality… had completely surpassed her understanding.

Her calculations… her precious, all-seeing Matrix… seemed like a child’s toy in the face of such power.

On the other side, March 7th and Stelle’s reactions were much more… normal.

“Wow! Orion is so handsome!”

March 7th’s eyes were sparkling, and she even had the leisure to pull out her camera, snapping away at Orion as he floated calmly in the center of the battlefield.

“See, see! I told you! Orion handles this kind of opponent like it’s nothing!”

Stelle also nodded vigorously, her eyes glued to him.

“My good brother is just that amazing!”

“Dan Heng, look, isn’t Orion super strong? Even more handsome than when you turned into a little Azure Dragon just now!”

Dan Heng: “…Indeed. It’s just like him.”

He looked at Orion on the battlefield, then at his two companions beside him who showed no signs of tension, and could only offer a wry smile.

Handsome he was… and unbelievably strong he truly was.

Stelle stroked her chin, saying with some confusion:

“How come I feel like this Lord Ravager isn’t as powerful as Asat Pramad was last time?”

“Look at Orion, he looks so relaxed. He hasn’t even broken a sweat.”

March 7th nodded in agreement. “Oh yeah! Last time against Asat Pramad, Orion exchanged quite a few blows with him. It was a real fight.”

“This time, why does it feel like he’s just… chasing this one around and beating her?”