Honkai Star Rail: Saving the World with a Mobile Game — Chapter 55

Chapter 55: The Inscription of the Heart, A Letter from Mydei

The scene shifted on the screen, plunging into the heavy darkness of a new map loading sequence.

Yet, even during this brief transitional void, both Guinaifen and Sushang sat completely paralyzed in front of the monitor, their breath catching in their throats.

“Even Mydei has left now?” Sushang whispered, her eyes wide and glassy.

【Wow! This movie-level scene transition is so atmospheric.】

【The sound of wind flutes fades as the pavilion grows dim, you head for Xiaoxiang while I journey to Qin…】

【Which part of his brain did the Author use to come up with this cinematography? The sense of destiny is overwhelming, I’m literally crying my eyes out wuwu~】

【The Xianzhou Alliance is just too literary. I was momentarily immersed in it and couldn’t tear myself away.】

【May we meet again on the promised western shore, Mydmos!】

【Wait, everyone, look at the screen! It seems there’s still more footage!】

The loading icon vanished. The first image to bleed through the darkness was an ancient, weathered mural.

It depicted a young Mydei standing in quiet conversation with his mother, Gorgon. The voiceover poured through the speakers, carrying the weight of a fractured soul slowly piecing itself back together. It spoke of a boy who had once lived only for the rigid chains of honor, who had finally seen through the hollow essence of endless strife, and who now vowed to protect only his true self—to protect Mydei.

Along this bitter journey, fragments of a forgotten past surfaced in his mind.

“She would appear every night, waiting in the hazy firelight,” Mydei’s voice echoed, low and rough with exhaustion. “I was always waiting for the continuation of the dream, thinking she must have left more instructions, or guidance…”

A beat of heavy silence followed.

“But now… I seem to understand. This was all she wanted to express to me.”

“Now, I have only one identity left.”

At that exact moment, as centuries of repressed memories surged violently against his consciousness, Mydei’s vision cleared.

Before him lay the night-shrouded ruins of Kremnos City. There were no stars to keep him company tonight. Only shattered rubble, broken columns, and a chaotic web of forked paths that miraculously converged into a single, solitary road—the only path leading forward.

The perspective snapped back to the main gameplay camera. A new mission objective materialized on the screen: a total distance of three hundred meters. Guinaifen gripped her controller, quickly realizing that the game had locked all inputs except one. She could only push the joystick forward.

And so, Mydei ran. He sprinted down the silent, dead road of his ruined homeland.

Until the air itself began to warp.

Suddenly, the world flickered with a strange, ethereal light. In a breathless daze, the phantoms of Kremnos City’s past bled into the present. The streets were no longer empty.

They stood by the city gates, waving their hands, their faces alight with pure, unadulterated joy as they called out to him.

“Look! Mydmos has returned!”

Pardicas, the gentle healer who possessed the skill to save everyone but ultimately couldn’t save himself, stood right there by the roadside, his smile as warm as the morning sun.

Hephaestus, the brave warrior who had fought back-to-back with Mydei before succumbing to an unjust, bloody fate, materialized directly ahead.

“Fresh pomegranate juice,” Hephaestus called out, raising a clay cup. “Want to try some together?”

“Good to see you again, Prince!”

“Welcome back!”

Two hundred paces remaining.

The warm illusion shattered, snapping back to the cold reality of the eternal night. Mydei didn’t stop. He pushed his legs harder, sprinting forward as a stirring, percussive battle track began to swell in the background, vibrating through the screen.

One hundred and fifty paces.

Beneath the towering arch of the city gate, the brilliant scholar Ptolemy, who had loved knowledge more than his own life, manifested from the golden dust.

“Come quickly, look at what I’ve newly written…”

He was followed immediately by the smiling faces of Leon and Puseta.

“You’re looking well!”

“Mydmos! Did you just return from training?”

“May Nikador defend you!”

“It’s been… so long.”

The voices washed over him, a phantom embrace that lingered until the eternal night swallowed the city once more. He reached the very end of the road.

And there, waiting at the summit of his journey, was a familiar voice. It was soft, gentle, and carried the cadence of a forgotten lullaby.

Gorgon, his mother.

“Welcome home, Mydmos.”

“Have you also found something worth protecting?”

In a blinding flash of light, the world inverted.

He had only walked three hundred short paces, yet looking back down the road, it felt as though he had just traversed three hundred agonizing years of bloodshed and sorrow.

The triumphant, soaring choral notes of the ‘Crown of Succession’ erupted through the audio mix. The suffocating night receded entirely, replaced by the blinding, golden dawn of the Prosperous Age. Thousands upon thousands of citizens gathered below the grand steps.

Reality and memory violently overlapped. The brilliant glory of yesterday and the bitter ashes of the past merged into a single, stunning present.

The crowds cheered. They shouted, roared, waved their banners, and danced in the streets.

Mydei walked slowly towards the towering steps. Beneath the shadow of the Suspended Edge, the royal guards and heavily armored soldiers parted like the sea, striking their spears against their shields in a rhythmic, deafening salute.

“Son of Gorgon, Crowned in Blood!”

“Son of Gorgon, Crowned in Blood!”

“Son of Gorgon, Crowned in Blood!”

The sheer volume of the chanting surged like a stampede of ten thousand horses, vibrating right through Guinaifen’s desk.

At the end of the grand hall, a dazzling crimson throne stood prominently, waiting patiently for its true master.

Mydei reached out, his gloved fingers gently brushing the cold armrest before he turned and ascended to his divine seat.

“Mother…”

“I have returned home.”

The screen cut to black as a massive tide of text flooded the interface.

【Tonight Eat Roast Chicken: Mydei Character PV: ‘Wrath of Man’ Released.】

【New Banner, New 5-Star Character ‘Mydei (Destruction·Imaginary)’ Banner Opening Soon.】

Amphoreus, the real world.

The moment the character story concluded, Ash was already moving. Holding the squirming, memetic-form of Cyrene under one arm, his free hand flew across his system interface, swiftly synchronizing the global launch of the Mydei character banner.

He grinned at the glowing holographic panels. With this massive wave of hype combining with the ongoing Tribios banner, his revenue was about to absolutely explode.

“Let’s see how many Cosmic Shards are still needed…” Ash muttered, his eyes darting across his resource pools. “It’s almost time to prepare the assets for version 3.2.”

He tapped his fingers against the console, feeling a slight pinch of anxiety. Because he had aggressively pushed the development timeline to unlock the version 3.2 framework early, his current resource reserves were running dangerously tight.

A heavy set of footsteps echoed from the corridor outside. Ash turned his head just as the grand doors of the Ash Bath Palace swung open.

Phainon strolled in, looking thoroughly exhausted but amused, with Mydei walking stiffly by his side.

“Mydei, I have to say, you really have a terrifying talent for playing the fool,” Phainon teased, stretching his arms over his head.

Mydei shot him a withering glare, taking a slow, deep breath to steady his temper. “Shut your mouth, Deliverer. You seemed much happier than me when you were out there screaming about the ‘Blazing Sun’ or whatever nonsense it was.”

“Haha! Listen to that tone. You’re really deep into the role, huh, Mydei?”

“And also.” Mydei suddenly stopped walking. He straightened his posture, his voice carrying a distinct, obvious trace of absolute pride. “Take a good look at this. This is what true victory looks like.”

He raised a glowing ‘stone slab’—the Amphoreus equivalent of a smart tablet—and shoved it directly into Phainon’s face.

The screen was playing a video straight from the Chrysos Heirs group chat, uploaded by Cipher. It was, without a doubt, the newly released PV showcasing Mydei’s absolute best highlight moments, complete with the dramatic throne ascension.

The chat log beneath the video was scrolling at lightspeed.

【Cipher: Wow wow wow~ The little prince is kinda cool.】

【Cipher: Mother~ I have returned home~!】

【Hyacine: Pom-Pom crying.jpg】

【Hyacine: Little Ika told me it was very moved. I’m comforting it now. Ash, you remember to take responsibility for making us cry.】

【Cyrene: Partner’s story was really moving, ten out of ten! More updates, more updates, give us another two hours of gameplay!】

【Castorice: @Ash, I have returned, Your Excellency.】

【Castorice: T… uh, Teacher Tribios asked me to relay a message to Your Excellency Mydei.】

【Play Recording: When the little enemy returns, remember to have Queen Gorgon and King Olympon together! Ash told me the next version must include both!】

Phainon scanned the endless wall of text, his eyebrows rising higher and higher. He stroked his chin, nodding slowly. “Wow. I was only gone for a few days, and the chat has completely lost its mind.” He sighed, dropping his shoulders in mock defeat. “Alright, fine. I admit defeat.”

“Huh?” Mydei blinked, genuinely caught off guard by the sudden surrender. “You’re being so straightforward this time?”

“Not exactly straightforward,” Phainon corrected with a sly grin. “It’s called ‘victory and defeat have their times.’ I learned that little proverb from him. Don’t worry, I’ll win my pride back eventually.” He glanced around the opulent hall. “Speaking of which, Mydei, we’ve been back for a while now, and I still haven’t seen that grand library you kept bragging about…”

The two of them walked further into the main chamber, finally spotting the game developer standing by the central console.

“Yo! Partner, we’re back,” Phainon called out, waving casually. “Aglaea and Teacher Tribios are still tied up with some local affairs, but they should be heading back soon too.”

Ash, who had been quietly observing their banter, gave them a warm, confirming nod. “Did everything go smoothly over there?”

“Don’t worry, partner. Can’t you trust me to handle things by now?”

That was true enough. Ash felt a wave of reassurance wash over him. If his internal clock was right, and barring any catastrophic unexpected events, Stelle and the Astral Express crew should have just finished the main storyline of version 3.0 by now. The pacing was lining up perfectly.

“Actually,” Phainon said, his tone shifting to something slightly more serious as he nudged his companion. “Before coming in here, Mydei had something he wanted to say to you.”

Mydei immediately tensed, shooting a sharp, sideways glare at Phainon, who simply offered a wide, encouraging smile in return.

“Hmph.” Mydei shook his head, looking away.

“Something to say to me?” Ash frowned, his developer instincts instantly flaring up. He stepped forward, struggling to find the right words. “Wait, it’s not about some collision mistake in the Kremnos City map, is it? Or maybe there’s a problem with the lore settings for your five friends?”

“No,” Mydei answered, his voice dropping its usual haughty edge, becoming entirely serious. “Everything is perfect. Or rather, I should say… it is far more brilliant and dazzling than anything I could have ever envisioned in my own memories, across so many lifetimes.”

He paused, his gloved hands clenching slightly at his sides.

“It’s not that I have something to complain about, or some error that needs an explanation.” He looked directly at Ash, his crimson eyes softening. “There are simply things I want to say, but… I don’t know how to properly express them aloud. So, I prepared a letter.”

As he spoke, Mydei reached into his coat and actually pulled out a crisp, sealed envelope.

Phainon stared blankly at the parchment. He really wrote one?

Before Ash could fully process the situation, the letter was inexplicably shoved into his hands.

Without waiting for a response, Mydei immediately turned on his heel, his cape billowing behind him as he marched toward the exit. “See you later, Deliverer.”