Honkai Star Rail: Summoning the Chrysos Heirs — Chapter 90

Chapter 90: A Physical Data Space That Isn’t Very Big

Staring at the floating lines of text, Cyrene felt a sudden, violent thud against her ribs.

How could this possibly be classified as a simple support skill?

If used with even a fraction of creativity, this was nothing short of a literal ‘load game’ function—a blatant, reality-breaking cheat code straight out of a single-player RPG.

As long as she left a Memory Negative on a target while they were completely unharmed, it did not matter what happened to them next. Even if that poor soul was brutally mangled into a critical state by an Abomination a split second later, as long as they retained a single breath, the moment she activated Development, their physical state would be forcibly dragged back through time to the exact moment they were perfectly fine.

This wasn’t mere biological healing. This was a brutal, surgical modification of time and causality itself.

Cyrene swallowed hard, her throat suddenly feeling incredibly dry.

Letting her thoughts wander down this dangerous, intoxicating path of logic, what if she reversed the application?

If an enemy was critically injured, hovering on the absolute brink of death and hanging onto life by a mere thread, and she quietly took a Memory Negative of them right then…

Did that mean that even if this enemy somehow survived, recovered from their grievous injuries, or even ascended to a terrifying new level of strength years down the line, she held the ultimate kill switch? As long as she willed it, she could activate Development at any given moment and instantly blast their physical body back to that pathetic, near-death state.

Her fingertips trembled slightly against her sides. Cyrene took a slow, deep breath, forcing the surging tide of excitement in her chest to settle.

The theoretical upper limit of this ability was so absurdly high that it made her scalp tingle with static.

However, beneath the sheer thrill of the discovery, a critical variable still required immediate verification.

Cyrene raised a hand, her knuckles tapping rhythmically against her chin as a sharp, thoughtful gleam ignited within her diamond-shaped eyes.

“Since Memory Imprint can link with Memory Bookmark to backtrack through recorded scenes…”

She whispered the words into the quiet room, her gaze shifting back and forth between the two distinct skill descriptions on her interface.

“Then what about Memory Negative? Can it produce some kind of wonderful chemical reaction when paired with Memory Imprint?”

For example… while activating the Imprint to record a specific scene, could it simultaneously and automatically leave a causal mark of the physical state of every character present within that scene?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, a brilliant flash of inspiration struck her.

Currently, the maximum backtracking duration of Memory Imprint was exactly one year. And the expiration period of a Memory Negative also happened to be exactly one year.

How could there possibly be such a convenient coincidence in the underlying data of this world?

The more she turned the idea over in her head, the more plausible the conjecture felt. Cyrene simply couldn’t sit still anymore. She sprang up from the plush sofa and spun around, fully intending to march downstairs and find Phainon or Mydei to use as live test subjects.

However, before her foot could even touch the floorboards, the system’s cold, mechanical notification chime rang out abruptly in her mind, freezing her mid-step.

[Host detected to have completed four Ability Remembrances. Mental power threshold has breached the critical point.]

[Mental power significantly increased. Your control authority over the Physical Data Space has been updated.]

[New Physical Data Space function added: Form Switching.]

[New authority added: Material World Interference — can pull life forms from the reality dimension into the Physical Data Space.]

[Note: Form Switching requires the continuous consumption of mental power to maintain. When pulling life forms, the stronger the target’s baseline strength, the more the consumed mental power increases geometrically.]

“Pull other people… into here?!”

Cyrene repeated the sentence blankly, her beautiful eyes widening to their absolute limits.

She slowly turned her head, looking around at the luxurious interior of the villa, and then shifted her gaze toward the impossibly deep, boundless starry sky hanging outside the window.

The moment the true weight of that notification settled in her mind, Cyrene hurriedly spoke up, her tone carrying a distinct edge of urgency.

“System, if I pull people in, can I kick them out just as easily? I don’t want this to be a situation where it’s easy to invite a god but impossible to send them away.”

The system’s answer remained as concise and emotionless as ever.

[I have stated before that you possess the highest absolute authority within this space.]

Hearing that definitive confirmation, Cyrene let out a long, heavy sigh of relief.

This wasn’t just a pleasant surprise. This was practically a divine gift wrapped in a bow for the newly established Flamechasers!

“Perfect…”

Cyrene practically collapsed back onto the sofa, cupping her warm cheeks with both hands. A bright, utterly undisguisable smile bloomed across her face, crinkling the corners of her eyes.

“I was actually starting to worry about logistics. Once Phainon and the others start making a real name for the Flamechasers, we’d eventually need a decent base of operations, right? After all, a terrifying, mysterious mastermind organization can’t exactly be homeless.”

She extended a slender finger, lazily drawing a circle in the empty air.

“If we tried to build a physical base out there in the real world, choosing a secure location would be a massive headache. We’d constantly have to guard against surveillance and investigation by the Special Anomaly Bureau and The Authorities. And if we ever decide to recruit new members later, or if curious little mice come snooping around out of admiration or suspicion, managing the security perimeter would be an absolute nightmare.”

At that thought, Cyrene snapped her fingers, her voice dropping into a light, incredibly cheerful cadence.

“But now, that entire problem is directly solved from the root! If those overly curious guys from The Authorities want to try and dig into our background, I’ll just wave my hand and drag them straight into this space.”

Imagining the sheer cinematic value of that scenario, the smile on Cyrene’s face grew downright wicked.

“A supreme, mysterious base established entirely outside the bounds of reality, floating in an unknown cosmic dimension… tsk, tsk. The psychological shock that would inflict on an intruder is simply maxed out, isn’t it?”

She was already looking forward to it. What kind of wonderful, broken expressions would appear on the faces of those arrogant high-level officials from The Authorities, or the elite spies from rival organizations, when reality suddenly shattered and they found themselves standing under this endless, crushing expanse of stars?

Would it be pure terror? Absolute shock? Or just a complete, fundamental doubt about the nature of their own existence?

“Hehe… I really, really want to see that scene play out soon.”

However, since the topic of building a base was officially on the table…

Cyrene collected her wandering thoughts. Her gaze passed through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa, casting out toward the silent, boundless darkness and the cold starlight beyond the glass.

“By the way, System. Since you explicitly called this a space, where exactly are the physical boundaries? Roughly how big is this place?”

As she spoke, she stood up and padded over to the window, wrinkling her little nose with a touch of genuine logistical worry.

“I hadn’t really gotten around to asking you before, but if we actually want to build a functional base here that can accommodate a lot of people, we’ll need to divide it into proper zones. Training grounds, living areas, containment facilities, and so on. We should need a very, very large territory to make that work.”

[The Physical Data Space presents as a perfect spherical structure, and the exact coordinate where you are currently located serves as the absolute center of this sphere.]

The system’s voice echoed steadily in her mind, devoid of a single ripple of emotional fluctuation.

[The original volume of this space is extremely massive. However, because your current strength is still strictly at an initial stage, your mental power cannot support the manifestation of the full picture. Therefore, the actual observable and usable range of the space is forced to collapse significantly.]

[Compared to its true scale in its prime, the current space… is indeed not very big.]

“Not very big?”

Cyrene blinked, stunned for a fraction of a second. Her originally soaring spirits were instantly doused by a metaphorical basin of ice water.

Hearing the system’s blunt assessment, she sighed with a heavy dose of regret, her shoulders slumping slightly in defeat.

“Alright, I suppose that’s perfectly normal. After all, I’m just starting out on this path. It’s completely unavoidable that my baseline strength is still weak.”

She raised her head, her gaze sweeping across the seemingly unreachable, silent sea of stars outside, doing her best to comfort herself.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. As long as we have enough room to build a modest little base, that should be more than enough to get by. It really shouldn’t be a problem…”

[The current diameter of the Physical Data Space is 8.8 × 10²³ kilometers.]

Before Cyrene could even finish whispering the word ‘problem’, that utterly cold, clinical string of data from the system smashed down onto her consciousness like a ten-ton hammer.

[Converted into standard astronomical units, it is approximately equal to 93 billion light-years.]

Cyrene was instantly, physically frozen by that string of numbers.

The soft, regretful expression on her face completely solidified at the corners of her mouth. She stood perfectly straight in front of the massive window, looking exactly like a petrified stone sculpture.

The air inside the luxurious villa seemed to freeze completely at this exact moment.

After a brief, total system crash within her own mind, her brain slowly began to frantically process the string of numbers that sounded so absurd it bordered on a hallucination.

Ninety-three billion… light-years?

Cyrene mechanically turned her neck, the joints practically creaking. Her empty gaze refocused on that cold, glowing line of numbers hovering on the light screen, and then she slowly turned her head to look out at the starry sky beyond the glass once more.

How in the world did that qualify as a ‘small base’?

If she took her entire original universe, rolled it up into a ball, and stuffed it inside this place, she probably wouldn’t even be able to fill a single dusty corner of this sphere!

A very, very long time passed in absolute silence.

Cyrene finally managed to find her voice. She tremblingly extended a single, pale finger, pointing accusingly at that glowing line of numbers, and muttered out a response with an incredibly dry, cracked voice.

“Ninety-three… billion light-years…”

“System… you call this thing… ‘not very big’?!”