[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-honkai-star-rail-wait-why-are-there-two-saviors-":3,"chapter-honkai-star-rail-wait-why-are-there-two-saviors--honkai-star-rail-wait-why-are-there-two-saviors--chapter-191":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Honkai Star Rail: Wait! Why Are There Two Saviors on Amphoreus?!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1546191,2008,"Chapter 191","honkai-star-rail-wait-why-are-there-two-saviors--chapter-191",191,"\u003Cp>In the 3,345,670th cycle, it was carved by a down-and-out artist into an unappreciated piece of art, standing silently in a corner of a plaza;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an even earlier cycle, it was even a sacred object used for rituals by a primitive tribe...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless cycles had bestowed endless history upon the most ordinary things in this land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every grain of dust, every leaf, was soaked in the ocean of time, saturated with the aura and memories of \"others.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And all of this now transformed into a raging tide, battering against Phaethon’s teetering boundaries of self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long time later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chaotic waves that had nearly torn him apart slowly receded, leaving Phaethon with only bone-deep exhaustion and emptiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaning against a stone pillar he had just created with his ability, Phaethon slowly slid down to sit on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*In the beginning, during the early cycles, I could still maintain \"Phaethon\" as the core self amidst these overwhelming memories of \"others.\"*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Like a reef, battered by waves but still standing firm.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*But now... after tens of millions of cycles of erosion, the reef has long been worn smooth, eroded, on the verge of crumbling.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*I can only use an almost obsessive belief, called \"continuation,\" as a final anchor chain, desperately holding onto the \"self\" about to be drowned by the deaths and pasts of billions of living beings.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*This belief itself has become the sole proof of my existence, even turning into the instinctive answer I give to all external inquiries.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around at the seemingly tranquil forest, every inch of which silently screamed of the past, his heart turning cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*It seems merely hiding in sparsely populated places can no longer block this pervasive memory invasion.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Everything has its history, and all history is a burden to me.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Furthermore, in this cycle, because I stayed away from the vortex of the Flame Chase Journey, Terravox almost slipped up.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Next cycle... I still need to stay closer to Okhema.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought, perhaps there is only one place, not only less remembered by people, but also close to Okhema.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That is the interior of the Dawn Device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even across endless cycles, the beings qualified and authorized to step inside could be counted on one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Because the one with the authority is too lazy to look. Those curious enough to want to look don’t have the authority.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Perhaps... only there can I find a moment of true peace.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The 23,570,000th Cycle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Eye of Twilight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suspended above a sea of clouds, it was a wondrous realm where light and shadow intertwined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eternal twilight cast a layer of softness and melancholy over everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giant floating platforms drifted silently, beyond their edges churned waves of clouds and endless sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hyacinthia—the Sky Demigod of this cycle’s world—stood quietly at the edge of a platform, her back to the only entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gently cradled the Coreflame symbolizing the Authority of the Sky in her hands, her gaze seeming to pierce through the clouds, seeing the underlying code of the world’s operation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As expected...\" she murmured to herself, her voice ethereal yet tinged with a weary understanding. \"Once you truly swallow the Coreflame, becoming one with it, the truths hidden beneath layers of concealment naturally surface, like an iceberg emerging from water.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps sounded from behind—steady, rhythmic, devoid of any killing intent, yet carrying a heart-stopping weight that seemed connected to the very pulse of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Demigod... you should not have... fused with the Coreflame.\" Phaethon’s voice rang out, as if coming from behind a heavy curtain, devoid of any personal emotional fluctuation, only a declarative calm. \"You... need to move toward continuation...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hyacinthia’s fist clenched silently within her wide sleeve, knuckles whitening slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm... heh,\" she suddenly let out a soft laugh, gentle as if speaking to a patient with a difficult illness. She slowly turned around. \"May I have your name, mysterious sir? I will use the gentlest script to write it... on the patient record form of the Twilight Court.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, when her eyes fell upon the visitor’s face, her gentle smile froze for an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That face... bore a startling resemblance to Lord Phainon, who was currently locked in fierce combat with a menacing swordmaster clad in black robe in the distance, yet it was fundamentally different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person before her was more... hollow, like an exquisite puppet pulled by countless strings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Phainon? No... that’s not right, you are not Lord Phainon.\" Hyacinthia’s gaze sharpened; her healer’s insight allowed her to instantly discern the difference. \"Lord Phainon is battling that Coreflame-stealing swordmaster right now. Who are you, really?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am... the Deliverer of Amphoreus, who will guide you toward continuation. As for my true name... You, need not know...\" Phaethon’s voice remained steady, as if stating a fact. \"You only need to... hand over the Coreflame... and then... continue... to persist.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze rested calmly on Hyacinthia—no threat, no persuasion, only a suffocating obsession with \"continuation\" itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How can that be acceptable?\" Hyacinthia shook her head gently, her eyes shining with the unshakable resilience unique to a healer. \"Right before me is a patient suffering from a heavy ’ailment.’ As a healer, I cannot easily abandon treatment just because the patient is uncooperative or secretive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can do it... sir.\" She leaned forward slightly, her tone utterly serious. \"As the true Sky Demigod, I can connect to the emotions of all things; as a healer of the Twilight Court, I can soothe wounds of the soul... I will surely find the root of the problem, cure you, until...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Such understanding and empathy...\" Phaethon interrupted her, a faint tremor seeming to enter his tone for the first time. \"You are an... excellent physician.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But immediately, that tremor vanished, replaced by an icy warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do not attempt to touch... the depths within me. They will... utterly drag you into the abyss, beyond all redemption. Hand over the Coreflame, and you... still have a chance to turn back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir,\" Hyacinthia stubbornly continued her \"diagnosis.\" Through the Authority of the Sky, she faintly perceived the turbulent undercurrents beneath that cold exterior. \"Your being carries such an intense, such a vast... desire to ’live.’ That will is almost condensing into substance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Only... I do not understand, why? Within that oceanic will to live, the part that belongs solely to ’you,’ the wish for your own survival, is... so minuscule?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Compared to... the wishes of all living beings, the cries of billions of lives...\" Phaethon fell silent for a moment before slowly answering, his voice seeming to drift from a great distance. \"An individual’s will... is far too small... too insignificant...\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1107,"2026-06-06T06:59:17.238Z",1,"novelbin.me","210ec6f0776c76669d1dbff2fad9866d5130d8c07a51ff6ac1359a3011e9cbf6","honkai-star-rail-wait-why-are-there-two-saviors--chapter-43","honkai-star-rail-wait-why-are-there-two-saviors--chapter-190",300,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhonkai-star-rail-wait-why-are-there-two-saviors--cover.jpg"]