"Did you hear? The Fragmentum corrosion is getting worse again..."
"Yeah, the alley next to the Goethe Hotel has been sealed off. Fragmentum creatures are roaming inside day and night... Dammit, if only the main forces hadn't been deployed to the front lines, this little skirmish would be nothing!"
In Belobog's Overworld, at Qlipoth Fort, the Silvermane Guards on duty were chatting idly.
"Tell me about it. It's a shame it's just a few of us guards left behind. All we do is stand guard, patrol, stand guard, and patrol. I want to go to the front lines with Captain Gepard..."
"Standing here motionless every day, I feel like I'm about to be assimilated into a stone tablet by the Everwinter Monument... There's no point in guarding this place. They might as well put up a couple of statues and let us guys rush to the front."
The young guard grumbled, turning to his silent squad leader.
"Captain, don't you agree?"
"You're right, but I find guard duty more appealing. Don't you think being a doorman at Qlipoth Fort truly reflects your value in life?"
Ron replied slowly, leaning lazily against the wall and pulling down his standard-issue helmet.
"It has the distinct beauty of skipping decades of the rat race."
"But Captain, don't you want to achieve great things and contribute to the Preservation of Belobog?"
The young Silvermane Guard was still trying to persuade Ron, only to be met with the sound of faint snores coming from under his helmet.
Noon in Belobog was the warmest time of day. The gentle sun would slightly dispel the biting cold of the Eternal Winter city, making it the perfect time for a nap.
Seeing Ron's utter laziness, the young guard could only retreat in disappointment, muttering to himself about what a strange person Ron was.
But in truth, the Ron of the past wasn't like this.
Back then, Belobog was plagued by great demons in the mountains, and in the seas... oh, wrong script.
That year, Ron was just an ordinary gamer. The moment before Honkai: Star Rail was officially released, he was obliterated by a train engine that came out of nowhere, and as a result, he transmigrated into this world.
When he first arrived, he was full of ambition, believing that no matter how dangerous this world was, it would all be dust in the wind before his protagonist's halo.
Even if an Aeon stood before him, Ron would have dared to declare: "In my eyes, you are all but chickens and dogs, ready for the slaughter!"
A year later, after struggling to survive in Belobog and barely becoming a Silvermane Guard squad leader with the most merits among the new recruits, Ron came to understand one thing:
"You're right, but Honkai: Star Rail is a brand-new 3D adventure-themed turn-based strategy game independently developed by miHoYo. The game is set in the depths of the galaxy, where those chosen by the Aeons will embark on their Paths, guiding the power of the Imaginary."
"You will play as a mysterious being carrying a Stellaron, embarking on a Trailblazing journey with your companions to resolve the Stellaron crisis... and what role does Ron play in all of this?"
He was just a cheerful and optimistic young man. What the hell did any of this have to do with him?
The Trailblazer might be able to resolve Belobog's Stellaron crisis, but a mere Ron couldn't possibly make a splash.
If anyone was unclear about the difficulty of resolving this crisis, Ron would have to open his notebook—
Okay, first up is the Supreme Guardian who committed the sin of pride, Cocolia Rand.
She dragged the utterly useless Architects and the Silvermane Guards into a fight with the Fragmentum creatures, and the moment she managed to hold the line, she revealed an arrogant smile. After that, she was bewitched by the Stellaron until she lost her mind, sealing the Overworld and Underworld off from each other, and now the Fragmentum has reached the gates of Qlipoth Fort.
Next is the one who committed the sin of... oh, there is no next. Cocolia alone is already a high-difficulty boss.
The Eternal Freeze and the Fragmentum have always been the two great threats to Belobog's survival. The Architects conducted deep research on them but never produced any useful results.
When a researcher from the Architects finally found the right direction, Cocolia declared it forbidden research and had Serval immediately removed from her post.
It forced Serval, a scientific prodigy, to now spend her days playing rock and roll and crafting things in her workshop, forever cut off from the truth of the Stellaron.
How many researchers have been replaced over the years?
Has anything changed? It's the same old soup in a new pot.
Cocolia is doing this on purpose. She has no intention of saving Belobog... she's even smiling!
After realizing this, Ron had a grand epiphany.
Fine, time to coast!
He was just an ordinary Silvermane Guard anyway. If even the Supreme Guardian didn't want to save Belobog, why should a lowly guard like him bother?
Coasting it is.
From that day on, Ron's quality of life skyrocketed. He would take paid naps during his guard duty shifts. If no superiors were on patrol, he did whatever he wanted. His work philosophy was all about flexibility, never troubling himself with useless tasks.
Of course, even though Ron had started to coast, he wasn't going to completely waste away and wait for death in Belobog...
As a glorious transmigrator, he actually had a golden finger to save him from this mess!
[Life Simulation Game is logging in.]
[Loading... 99%]
This system had appeared right when he transmigrated. Maybe the signal was bad in another world, or maybe the system wasn't using Huawei, but it had been loading for a full three years. Only now was the progress bar finally nearing its end.
[Loading... 100%]
[Life Simulation Game has logged in. Welcome, Player Ron.]
The three-year period has come to an end!
The Dragon King... even if the Dragon King really did return, he'd have to wait until after work.
Seeing the swift approach of Bronya from a distance, Ron immediately stopped slacking.
He straightened his posture, stood his halberd upright, and saluted the silver-haired girl walking over.
This was the scandalously dressed young woman whose black stockings and long legs were a serious threat to the minds of Belobog's youth of appropriate age. She was the acting commander of the Silvermane Guards, the successor to Supreme Guardian Cocolia Rand, the designated next Supreme Guardian—
Bronya Rand.
Although the girl herself had no ill intentions, she was swift and decisive in her actions, like a certain cat-eared workaholic from Liyue next door. She was Ron's direct superior, so he was terrified of being caught slacking off by her.
If his salary got docked, who could he complain to?
However, something seemed different today. Bronya, who usually offered a few words of comfort to the guards on duty, hurried past without paying any attention to their salutes.
Ron was a bit confused, but he was also happy to be left alone.
The less you interact with your boss, the better. This was a vital rule for a peaceful work life...
Isn't it better to spend time thinking about the Life Simulation Game? Ron was still thinking about his system, the one that took three years to make its "Dragon King's return."
However, what Ron didn't know at that moment was this:
At the edge of his vision, Bronya, who had just walked into Qlipoth Fort, found a deserted corner. She was now somewhat clumsily swiping her fingers through the air.
The reason for this strange behavior was the transparent panel that had appeared before her eyes—
[Life Simulation Game has logged in.]
[Welcome, Player Bronya Rand.]
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PS: New author, new book. Your guidance is appreciated.