Honkai Star Rail: Saving the World with a Mobile Game — Chapter 54

Chapter 54: The Son of Golgo, Crowned in Blood!

Taking advantage of the players’ feverish adrenaline right after a minor boss battle concluded, Ash seized the perfect window to update the game’s servers, pushing Tribbie’s character banner live.

Alongside the gacha update, Tribbie’s personal promotional video, Innocent Words, dropped across all social media platforms.

The timing was ruthlessly calculated, perfectly coinciding with the in-game party’s somber return to the city of Okhema.

“Teacher Tribbie, you look so pensive. Did Trinon send word?”

On screen, Phainon stood across from Tribbie, his voice low. Clearly, the scouting team searching for Trianne on the far side of the front lines had finally reported back.

Tribbie’s expression crumpled into a sorrowful frown. “Yes… she found Trianne.”

She paused, her voice trembling slightly. “At the base of the mountain ravine outside the temple. Unfortunately, it’s bad news.”

“Please accept my condolences.” Phainon lowered his head, offering a solemn gesture of salute.

In front of her monitor, Guinaifen took a sharp, shuddering breath. Her chest tightened, a suffocating weight pressing down on her lungs.

‘This time it’s not a fake death? Trianne… is really gone?’

The livestream chat instantly exploded into a chaotic blur of grief and rage.

[The Author’s social media just updated! The PV and Tribbie’s banner are actually launching right now?!]

[How hellish is this Author?! Opening her banner the exact second we find out Trianne is dead! Doesn’t your conscience hurt?!]

[Shaoji, you son of a… I fucking love you to death!]

[Give Trianne back! Give her back to us! Wuwu~]

The narrative shifted, showing the grim discovery. By the time the rest of the vanguard rushed to the scene, Trianne was no longer a living, breathing girl. She had been reduced to a lifeless wooden doll clutching a tiny wooden sword—identical to the eerie, silent toys that littered Tribbie’s room back in the city.

“Don’t be disheartened. Trianne merely exhausted the time she borrowed from Janus,” Trinon explained, her tone gentle as she tried to soothe the devastated group. “Her soul has ridden the west wind, flying ahead to that world without sorrow.”

The tragedy didn’t end there. When Trianne was found, Kratros was slumped beside her.

The man had endured countless brutal lacerations, using his own flesh as a shield to protect Trianne from the Fire Thief’s wrath, desperately trying to prevent further desecration of her body. By the time the rescue team pulled him from the rubble, he was bleeding out, hovering on the absolute brink of death.

Trinon’s comforting words offered no solace. If anything, the poetic framing made the raw reality of the situation feel infinitely more unbearable.

[Are you kidding me, Author?! Didn’t you promise there would be a reunion?!]

[You promised everyone would live happily ever after in the new world!]

[(╯‵dish′)╯︵┻━┻]

[What kind of twisted reunion is this?!]

[Trianne, may we meet again at the end of the west wind…]

As Guinaifen forced herself to click through the dialogue, she realized the sudden, violent revolution of the Fire Thief had cost them far more than just Trianne.

While the Chrysos Heirs argued bitterly over who would inherit the Ember of Time, Mydei quietly slipped away to find the critically wounded Kratros.

Having taken on the crushing weight of divine authority, Mydei was already prepared to succeed Nikador. He would be the one to confront the encroaching black tide.

Kratros, coughing up blood, looked up at him with desperate hope, praying Mydei would lead their people back home. Instead, Mydei stood tall and delivered his final, absolute decree.

“Beginning in the Light Year 2506, and ending in the Light Year 4931, I, Mydmos, the last Tyrant of Kremnos City, Son of Golgo, hereby proclaim—”

His voice echoed with heavy, unyielding finality. “On this day, the Xuanfeng Dynasty officially comes to an end.”

He refused to let the Xuanfeng people follow him back home, knowing it would only mean marching them into a pointless slaughter.

And so, with a single command, he severed the glorious, millennium-long lineage of the Xuanfeng Dynasty, letting it die with him in the dirt.

“You have killed us… you have killed us all…” Kratros choked out, his eyes wide with horrified disbelief.

Mydei merely shook his head, his expression calm and resolute. “No. I have granted you all a new life!”

He withdrew the heavy, gold-wrought king’s signet ring from his pocket. By cooperating with the people of Okhema, he was stripping away their doomed royal identity and bestowing a new meaning upon his citizens.

It was a tomorrow that belonged to people, not to doomed royalty. A brand new dawn for Amphoreus.

The true meaning of the ‘Throne’s End’ was finally fulfilled.

Before marching toward his inevitable end, Mydei took the time to visit those he was leaving behind.

From Aglaea, Mydei obtained the one vital virtue the King of Xuanfeng had lacked for centuries: the gravity that gathers everyone together.

He swore a solemn oath to her, promising he would guard Amphoreus until his dying breath, holding the line until everyone safely reached Re-creation.

But taking on the divine authority came with a price. Mydei had clearly seen the oracle.

He looked at Aglaea, his gaze piercing. “After taking on the mantle of the Myneta, what did you see?”

Aglaea met his eyes, choosing not to conceal the grim truth. “Even after a thousand years, the words of that prophecy remain perfectly clear.”

She recited it softly. “‘You shall bathe for the last time in warm, dazzling gold.'”

Mydmos smiled. Despite the heavy words, neither of them showed a single ounce of fear.

“‘One day, you shall die from a wound in the back.'” Mydei replied, his voice steady.

That was his oracle. The inescapable fate written in the stars.

This parting was not a temporary farewell. It was forever.

Aglaea offered him a calm, elegant nod of goodbye. “May mighty fate await you, and may we meet again in the promised new world… Goodbye, Mydei.”

The sheer volume of lore and death flags dropping all at once was staggering.

Guinaifen, who hadn’t even processed her grief over Trianne, felt her brain physically overheating.

The oracle had appeared again. And two of them at the exact same time?

You shall bathe for the last time in warm, dazzling gold. That sounded cryptic, maybe even a little poetic. She could handle that.

But One day, you shall die from a wound in the back?!

How was that a prophecy? That was just a straight-up curse!

[What does that even mean?! Who is going to stab him?!]

Before the chat could fully spiral into conspiracy theories about the oracles, the screen transitioned. Mydei set off to find Tribbie and Trinon, but his path was intercepted by Hyacine.

Addressing Kratros’s dire situation, Mydei offered Hyacine his sincere thanks, firmly affirming that she would indeed be the one to inherit Aegle’s Ember when the time came.

The two exchanged quiet farewells. But just before walking away, Mydei paused, asking Hyacine to relay one final message to Tribbie and Trinon.

He tilted his head back, gazing up at the massive, world-shielding expanse of Kephale. When he spoke, his voice carried the sharp, deadly weight of a drawn bowstring.

“—Tell them that from now on, there is no need to physically scout behind enemy lines anymore. A single message, and the blades of divine retribution shall point directly at Okhema’s enemies!”

[By the Reignbow Arbiter! This is practically the will of The Hunt!]

[May the arrowheads of The Hunt pierce the black hearts of monsters!]

Mydei’s fierce declaration instantly summoned a massive wave of Xianzhou viewers in the chat, their blood boiling with martial pride.

Even General Jing Yuan, watching quietly from his own screen across the stars, couldn’t help but cross his arms, a faint, approving smile tugging at his lips.

The farewell tour continued. Castorice, Hatonus, Stelle, and Dan Heng each stepped forward to offer their final words to the doomed king.

“Together with everyone, I shall remain here, listening for Kremnos City… waiting for that thunderclap.”

“May we meet again on the other side of the warm west wind.”

Finally, the somber mood broke just slightly for a group photo.

With a sharp click, March 7th pressed the shutter of her camera, freezing their smiles and their sorrow into a single, eternal frame.

“May you leave no regrets on Amphoreus,” March whispered.

And then, at the very end of the line, only Phainon remained.

At this exact moment, the UI flickered. Guinaifen gasped, her eyes widening as she realized the game had handed her control. Mydei was actually a playable character.

“Huh?! Wait, does this mean Mydei’s banner is dropping in the second half of the patch?!”

Riding a sudden wave of hype, Guinaifen gripped her controller and guided Mydei forward.

As he crossed through the grand, sunlit corridors of the city, a massive, surging crowd came into view, the sheer scale of the scene sending a thrill through the livestream chat.

“Salute—to the Guardian of Amphoreus—!” a young child’s voice rang out, piercing the ambient noise.

The crowd erupted, a tidal wave of voices washing over the departing king.

“We salute you!”

“May you be ever-victorious!”

“May glory accompany your steps!”

“We pledge to follow you to the death!”

“We follow your guidance!”

“Farewell… Savior of Xuanfeng!”

Guinaifen walked him slowly down the long, gilded path, letting the weight of the citizens’ devotion sink in. Finally, at the very edge of the city gates, a familiar voice cut through the cheers.

“Long time no see, Guardian.”

“Hmph.” Mydei crossed his arms, his tone dry but fond. “I should have guessed it was you.”

The two men left the city limits together, walking side-by-side as the deafening cheers of the crowd slowly faded into the distance. It was time for their own private goodbye.

Phainon bowed his head slightly, thanking Mydei for his crucial intervention—for giving him the strength to personally slay the Fire Thief.

Mydei didn’t accept the praise. Instead, he offered Phainon a harsh, necessary truth. “Look forward. Chew up your past and swallow it down. Do not let emptiness and bitterness become the only flavors you know.”

He stopped, fixing Phainon with an intense stare. “Don’t forget, there is an entire world behind you waiting to be saved.”

Phainon met his gaze, his expression hardening with resolve. “I will remember it well.”

With the heavy burdens addressed, Mydei formally entrusted Phainon with the survival of the Xuanfeng people. He then exchanged a long, quiet glance with Kratros, who had silently arrived to see him off despite his grievous wounds.

“If there’s a chance in the next life,” Kratros rasped, “come visit my library more often.”

Mydei turned away, facing the horizon. “I’m off, Deliverer. Remember to live until the very end.”

Phainon nodded, his voice thick with unspoken emotion. “You too. Don’t die—”

The camera slowly pulled back, widening the shot into a stunning cinematic vista. The two men stood back-to-back, walking slowly away from each other, illuminated by the majestic, bleeding dawn of Kephale.

One would march toward the ruined gates of Kremnos City. The other would return to the heart of Okhema.

Everything else was left unsaid. Words were no longer needed.

But even as they walked away toward their respective fates, both kindred spirits wore the exact same faint, knowing smile.

“May you be ever-victorious, Mydmos.”

[Elysian’s Note: “Shaoji” is the infamous lead writer for Honkai: Star Rail (and Honkai Impact 3rd), notorious among the player base for writing incredibly tragic, emotionally devastating storylines while cheerfully promising “wholesome and uplifting” experiences during livestreams.]