Chapter 756: Written So Well!

Page 4: "The Other End of the Hundred Realms Gate: TirixiBiyosi Saintess × Black Curtain Lady—One Thousand and One Nights".

Page 5: "Memory's Prison: Xi Lian's Secret Lesson for the Master·Black Curtain Lady's Martyrdom Diary".

Pages 6, 7, 8—her fingers began flipping down uncontrollably, faster and faster.

Wan Di × Na Ke Xia's Hanging Edge City secret‑room confinement scenario, Na Ke Xia is bound by chains deep in the Hanging Edge City dungeon, Wan Di interrogates daily, the question being "What exactly is the Earth Beast's feed formula," and the interrogation method upgrades on every page.

Bai E × Wan Di's Ao He Ma arena duel spin‑off, moving from life‑or‑death combat to mutual respect to a late‑night long talk stitching wounds after the battle, the talk's content drifting from tactical review toward an undesired direction.

Laigu Shi × Earth Beast's—she flipped past it.

Ke Lv De La × HaiSeYin's bath series has reached Volume 4, each chapter described in such detail that the dialogue between the two is reproduced word for word, matching exactly the conversations she heard outside the bath entrance before.

Ti Bao × Heimu·Thousand‑Body Split and Purple‑Black Cage·Extra: Mom Hit Me Again.

Xi Lian × Heimu's Secret Garden series, Memory and Secret Room·Tearful Request·Volume 2, she glanced at the beginning and flipped the page.

SM, futanari, whole‑body swallow, tentacles… each tag is followed by extremely detailed description, the prose so good it makes one want to call the police.

Then she flipped back.

Then she flipped forward again.

Wrong!!!

Why is she flipping?

Why is she still flipping?

Heimu realized she couldn't stop.

The text is strongly pressing on her eyes.

It's not an adjective, it's a description.

Those phrases are arranged in an extremely delicate, literary‑savvy way that clearly shows massive polishing, piercing her retina precisely, bypassing her Reason String defenses, and directly invading every neuron in her brain that processes visual information.

The last time she felt something similar was when she saw the 18+ content scrolling on Xi Lian's mental activity panel, but XiaDie's writing wasn't a blunt desire release.

XiaDie wrote a novel.

It has character development, plot setup, scene description, and emotional progression.

Each setting is wrapped in a shell of Golden Descendant's real personalities, and each plot twist is built on Weng Fa Luo Si's authentic worldview.

This is a fan‑creation anthology starring all Golden Descendants of Weng Fa Luo Si, with her herself appearing multiple times as a special guest, massive enough to warrant its own library site, featuring delicate prose that precisely stretches emotional tension to the limit.

And this anthology is bombarding her retina in real time, each line of text like a precisely guided shell striking deep into her cerebral cortex.

Those word choices are already making her face heat up.

XiaDie's description has an extremely unique texture; it's not a cheap sensory bombardment of stacked adjectives, but a calm, restrained, precise narration that drags you in layer by layer, and by the time you realize it, you're already wrapped in an irreversible wave of sensation.

Exactly so, it's written so well!

Its impact far surpasses Xi Lian's scattered, fragmented fantasies.

Xi Lian's internal mind‑theater is a draft.

XiaDie's fanfic is of hardcover‑edition quality.

She flipped to the few pieces bearing her own name. The tremor in her pupils grew larger.

In the Ti Bao piece, she was called "mom" by a thousand little Ti Baos until she broke down, then locked in a purple‑black dome she herself had built, her role reversed from hunter to prey, and her majestic Emperor III incarnation was, under XiaDie's pen, pressed onto a cushion by a thousand cooing little lolisxxxxx!

She was pressed.

At Xi Lian's place she was bound in the secret room of the mournful Secret Pavilion, while Xi Lian, with a soft, melodic voice, said "Sorry?" and slowly slipped her black stockings off her legs.

Turn the page again.

She was pressed.

Another page turn.

She was still pressed.

Heimu flipped the whole stack of paper to the last page.

A period.

Without exception from the first piece to the last, she was always the victim.

Is this correct?

She lifted her head, staring at XiaDie's face still bearing a faint smile, her lips trembling.

It's not Rage, it's some more complex emotion she herself can't articulate.

She has been in the Honkai Star Rail abbreviation world for so long, from being bound by Aha's system to being hunted by Bolka to now, she has never shown fear before anyone.

She is Heimu, the embodiment of Emperor III, able to manually edit data, striding across in front of a host of Star Gods.

Now she sits in a soft chair, cradling a stack of paper, each page filled with scenes of her being pressed by different people, in different places, in different ways, a whole stack of it.

Unfortunately they're all women, huh, also not right!

Her first reaction was to slam the stack onto the table and shout loudly, "What the heck is this?"

But her hand didn't move.

Because her second reaction came right after, she actually looked into it.

XiaDie's textual byte composition throttles her reading speed just right; each segment is just long enough for her to skim, then she can't help but turn the next page.

Her finger flipping just now was faster than the speed of her moves when dueling Bai E.

That realization made her scalp tingle more than the content on the paper itself.

"Have you finished, sir?"

XiaDie's voice sounded at the right moment, gentle as if asking whether the tea suited her taste.

She didn't realize when she had already moved to behind Heimu's seat, her hands lightly resting on the top of the chair back.

A skirt of alternating white and purple draped down from both sides of the chair back, its flower buds and butterfly ornaments catching a faint glint in the light.

"I've been writing for a long time. I've poured a lot of heart into it. Every setting is conceived based on real character personalities, and every plot point considers the original canon's settings and logical feasibility."

She paused, "It's just lacking an opportunity to turn them from paper into reality. Of course, if it's not good, you can say so directly."

Heimu placed the paper on his lap, his back of the hand pressed against his forehead, and took a deep breath.

"It's not a matter of whether it's well written or not; you want me to help you with these…"

Unable to find the right words, the forbidden‑word alarm in his mouth blared as loudly as an air‑raid siren.

She pinched her thigh to force herself to stay calm, took two deep breaths, lifted the bundle of parchment, shook it in her hand, and asked, "…recreate these scenes in reality?"

"You have permission to edit data; altering someone else's data is just a thought away."

XiaDie slowly walked from behind the chair back to Heimu's side; her slender pale fingers slid from the top of the chair back to the armrest, the motion like caressing something precious, and said, "Just tweak a few parameters, build the scene, insert the characters, and run it according to the Script I wrote. They won't remember, won't leave any trace; after everything ends, the data reverts to its original state. It's purely harmless, fun… entertainment."

"All these words need only your nod. They've been trapped on paper for far too long."