Bullshit System - A Honkai Impact 3rd Fanfiction

Prologue

Darkness. Nothingness. These seemingly contradictory terms-one signifying the absence of color, the other the absence of anything-fuse to describe this uncanny realm. An expanse of unknown origin, boundless and impenetrable, stretches into infinity. Here, mortal minds falter, unable to grasp the profundity of its void.

Silence reigns, a silence so profound it becomes almost tangible, pressing against the eardrums with a deafening weight. In this eerie stillness, time seems to lose meaning, an eternity of quiet that would drive any sentient being to the brink of madness.

In this void, untouched by material or immaterial presence for eons, a solitary figure emerges. An entity, vaguely human in shape, lies sprawled at what might be considered the center, though in an infinite space, such a concept is meaningless. Its form is a grotesque blur, as if the very essence of its being is censored, obscured from recognition. This figure lies motionless on the featureless plane, devoid of life until...

A finger twitches. Movement, a phenomenon foreign to this forsaken expanse, finally intrudes. The distortion shrouding the entity begins to dissipate, revealing a young man, perhaps seventeen or eighteen years old. Though his features remain partially obscured, his face becomes clear, ordinary by human standards. Slowly, his eyes flutter open, taking in this bleak, endless domain for the first time. He attempts to speak.

The silence braces for disruption, an eternity of stillness on the brink of shattering. The first sound in eons, the anticipation of his words fills the void with suspense. And then, he speaks.

"Argh, I'm dead, aren't I?"

Such words, coarse yet profound, break the silence. The first utterance in an immeasurable span of time. What marvelous first words indeed.

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5:30 AM - Rise and Shine

An obnoxious alarm screeched, and it wasn't one of those gentle wake-up tunes. Nope, it was more like auditory assault, the kind that makes you question life choices. As I peeled my eyes open, greeted by the Honkai posters plastered on my ceiling (a rarity in my neck of the woods), I grudgingly silenced the beastly noise.

Now, let's talk about this ringtone of doom. Why would I torture myself with such an auditory atrocity? Simple. It wakes me up, and I need all the help I can get. I'm not one of those chipper morning people. Nope, it takes a sonic assault to rouse me from the depths of sleep. But hey, after three years, I've grown accustomed to its wicked ways. Mental note: change that ringtone pronto.

So, who am I? Just your average Joe, 17 years old, trudging through 12th Grade, counting down the days until I escape this educational purgatory they call "school." The daily grind: wake up, endure school, head home, hit the hay, repeat. It's a monotonous loop that could drive anyone to despair, especially with that ghastly alarm.

But today's different! Today's the day I jet off to an international Robotics competition! Despite my wake-up woes, excitement buzzed beneath the surface. With a groggy yawn, I shuffled downstairs to whip up a quick breakfast. Sunny-side-up eggs, rice, and obligatory hotdogs for the picky eater in the house (my 5-year-old brother, bless his stubborn soul). Despite my forced cheeriness, the house remained eerily silent. Just me, myself, and I against the dawn.

Now, you might be thinking, "He's just a regular dude." Well, hold onto your socks, 'cause here comes the brag train! Choir? That's me, belting out tunes like a pro. Math Olympiad? Been there, done that, got the trophy. Oh, and robotics? I'm your guy, the school's secret weapon. So, in short, I'm a walking prodigy, and I won't hesitate to flaunt it.

(Okay, let's take a breather from breaking the fourth wall!)

In any case, I finally finished cooking and set the table, which is the perfect timing because finally my little sister woke up after all this time.