Chapter 924: Complete Entity

Heimu shifted his gaze from Hua's seriously but obviously over‑clocked face and turned toward the white‑haired short‑hair girl beside the platform column who was poking the faded corner of an advertisement poster with her fingertip.

Kaluoer seemed to have quickly accepted the fact that she had been transported to an unfamiliar underground platform; at this moment she was on tiptoe, trying to discern what pattern the blurry color patches on the poster formed.

Perhaps sensing Heimu's gaze, she lifted her head at almost the same instant, her warm golden eyes meeting Heimu's dark‑purple eyes directly.

Her finger that was poking the poster paused, then she withdrew it very naturally and flashed a brilliant smile at Heimu.

Heimu stared at the smile and was silent for a moment.

Then Heimu stepped toward Kaluoer, the black short‑heeled boots striking the floor tiles with crisp, even sounds, echoing back and forth across the spacious platform.

Kaluoer watched the beautiful female teacher walk toward her step by step, her warm golden eyes blinking, and then realized the other had no intention of stopping; the distance shrank from three meters to one, then to half a meter, until Heimu stood less than a step away, close enough for Kaluoer to smell a faint fragrance on her.

She subconsciously lowered her tiptoes and her posture straightened a few degrees.

"Um— hello, teacher."

Kaluoer's voice was at least three levels more restrained than when she had spoken to Hua earlier.

When she first saw Heimu in the Painted World, she had already been stunned by this pretty teacher with gray‑white long hair; now, standing on the grim‑green underground platform, being stared at up close, the nerve in her brain that governs social etiquette suddenly tightened.

The girl tilted her head slightly upward, her warm golden eyes blinking twice quickly, and a barely perceptible pink flush rose on her wheat‑colored cheeks.

Heimu gave no response to her greeting.

She raised her right hand, pressing her index and middle fingers together onto Kaluoer's forehead.

The motion was identical to what she had done to Hua earlier, but the pressure was lighter, since Kaluoer did not need to bend down.

Kaluoer froze for a moment at the sudden physical contact.

She could feel a faint coolness and a strange, electric‑like sensation spreading from the forehead contact point across her scalp.

She opened her mouth as if to speak, but Heimu had already begun to work.

In Heimu's field of view, Kaluoer's data panel automatically popped up.

A translucent interface hovered beside Kaluoer's body outline, all parameters neatly arranged, the underlying code structure complete and clear, with no trace of ad‑hoc stitching.

The physical data were perfectly stable, identical to the data structures of any Yingjie in Past World Paradise.

Heimu's finger lingered on Kaluoer's forehead for two seconds, then scrolled through the data panel from top to bottom.

After finishing, she closed the panel, withdrew her finger from Kaluoer's forehead, and let it hang at her side.

The conclusion was clear: the girl's data were flawless, she was a solid, complete entity, already automatically matched to Past World Paradise's underlying data framework, the precision of the match so high it seemed she was meant to be here.

This actually gave Heimu a slight headache; if the data were faulty, she could repair them, if unstable, she could reinforce them.

But with the data perfectly normal, it meant she had to accept a fact: Kaluoer had officially become an inexplicable new permanent resident of the Past World Paradise system.

That was precisely the problem.

Heimu's database had never recorded any information on Kaluoer, and the Yingjie registry of Past World Paradise had no entry for this person.

So where had she emerged from?

Heimu shifted his gaze from Kaluoer's face for a moment, looking up at the row of grim‑green light tubes on the platform ceiling.

Forget it.

Since the day she met Aha, the words "normal operation" have been completely insulated from her.

One more Kaluoer or one fewer Kaluoer, in front of Aha‑level chaotic Variable, is a negligible error of a few decimal places.

She used to furrow her brows for three seconds over such matters; now she doesn't even bother to knit her brows.

Heimu looked back at Kaluoer, raised his right hand, and placed it on the top of her head.

The palm rested on her white short hair, the pressure light, as if patting a small animal that hadn't yet figured out its situation.

Kaluoer froze at the sudden head‑pat, her lips moving as if to say "Teacher, what are you—", but before she could speak, violet‑black Data Stream Light seeped from Heimu's palm, intricately winding among Kaluoer's hair strands.

This transmission's content was completely different from the data packet she had just given Hua.

What she gave Hua was specific Memory of Past World Paradise: "what you experienced here".

What she gave Kaluoer was a worldview base pack: what Past World Paradise is, what Pursuing Fire Thirteen Yingjie is, what Honkai Star Rail abbreviation is, the current status of the Heimu team, and "the place you are now is neither the Painted World nor your original city; please prepare yourself".

Kaluoer blinked.

Then she widened her eyes abruptly, a rapid series of information‑flow reflections flashing in her warm golden pupils, as if someone were projecting an entire settings slideshow across the surface of her eyeballs at breakneck speed.

Her whole being leapt from the previously restrained stance straight into an overload state of "brain wildly processing new information".

She instinctively raised her hand to cover her forehead, took a small step back, then stumbled over a floor‑tile seam, lurching half a step before regaining her balance.

"…Fire‑Chasing Heroic Scion, Honkai, Past World Paradise, Data Space, Star God, Black Curtain Lady—"

She became incoherent by the end, waving both hands in the air with several illogical gestures—each beginning as if to point at someone, then veering to another—finally slapping both hands onto her own face, rubbing her cheeks vigorously, and from behind her palms a muffled voice emerged, "—so much information! But so cool! I'm not dreaming, am I!"

Heimu watched the face, excitement nearly bubbling over, and his mouth twitched.

The speed of her assimilation was several times faster than Heimu had expected.

Ordinary people told "you are a fictional character, your world is a picture book, the book has shattered but you remain" would typically react with stupefaction, denial, panic, or those in sequence.

But Kaluoer's response was "wow, so cool"; she leapt straight from "shock" to "excitement", bypassing all negative emotions, a mental resilience that would rank her among the top three of those she knows.

"You're not dreaming. That's probably it. Though I don't know how you actually appeared—"