Bizarre Honkai, a Wife-Chasing Crematorium

Bizarre Kiana, oblivious to Pardofelis's attack, focused solely on Li Mo, savoring his blood.

Meanwhile, Pardofelis began to change. Her body grew in size, her fur bristling like sharp needles. A low growl rumbled in her chest, primal and dangerous.

She struck with deadly precision. Her claws sliced through the air, leaving three deep gashes on Bizarre Kiana's face. The wounds, strangely, didn't heal.

Undeterred, Pardofelis lunged again. Her jaws clamped down, but her teeth met empty air—even as a chunk of flesh disappeared from Bizarre Kiana's side.

As a creation of Bizarre nature, Pardofelis was no ordinary cat. Her attacks always landed, always inflicted fatal wounds. Distance and time held no sway over her. She could carve out a victim's heart or brain before they even knew what hit them.

But Bizarre Kiana didn't react. She ignored the attacks entirely, not even bothering to use her Herrscher powers. Her focus remained on Li Mo, draining his life with unrelenting hunger.

Her emotions were too simplistic for fear, revenge, or even pain. A fully powered Pardofelis might have been a challenge, but the cat's attacks were too weak, too conventional to harm a true anomaly.

Pardofelis could kill any human, but ghosts were beyond her reach. For creatures like Bizarre Kiana, physical damage was meaningless. Only conceptual attacks—those that challenged the essence of their existence—could truly harm them.

In this battle of anomalies, it wasn't just a clash of strength but a contest of rules—a test of resilience against the consequences they carried.

Pardofelis, realizing the futility of her efforts, withdrew the cat before it drained her already limited power.

Bizarre Kiana, still astride Li Mo, continued her gruesome feast. Nearby, Kiana stood frozen, watching helplessly. Li Mo, however, remained undisturbed. His body lay in eerie stillness, as if the true version of himself existed only in the dream, and this form was merely a shell.

The dream shifted. Time flowed forward to the fifth year.

Kiana, having turned down Theresa's offer, stayed with Li Mo. Together, they grew from children into young adults. Their understanding of the world deepened; their values and beliefs took shape. Instead of drifting apart, these changes only strengthened their bond.

Their connection was rare, almost sacred—a relationship free from ulterior motives, untouched by fear of betrayal. They were each other's everything, willing to sacrifice their own happiness to protect the other's.

Around them, relationships seemed fleeting, shallow, built on convenience. But theirs? It was a small kindness, returned by the universe in a world often unkind.

Li Mo, given a second chance at life beyond his lonely cabin, embraced it with open arms. Kiana, her innocent heart warmed by his selfless devotion, found her life blooming in vibrant colors she had never known.

Everything seemed perfect...

In the sixth year, with Theresa's help, they enrolled in Chiba Academy's high school. Having never attended school before, their journey was filled with awkward moments and laughter-filled mishaps.

Li Mo often took the blame when Kiana dozed off in class, enduring the teacher's scoldings and punishments with a quiet smile. Kiana, ever restless, struggled with math, her nature rebelling against its rigid logic.

Li Mo, on the other hand, excelled. The concepts felt strangely familiar, and he quickly surpassed the curriculum. Without complaint, he helped Kiana with her homework—not out of obligation but because he believed she deserved to pursue her passions.

He handled the tedious academics so she could shine on the sports field. Her athletic grace drew cheers and admiration, and Li Mo found joy in her happiness. To him, her genuine smile was all that mattered. He would shoulder the burden so she could fly.

During their time at Chiba Academy, they befriended Raiden Mei, the Bullied heiress of ME Corp. Kiana, with a kindness that mirrored Li Mo's, reached out to Mei, pulling her out of isolation.

Kindness, like ripples in a pond, spread outward. The three became inseparable, finding solace and strength in their shared bond. Mei, with her abundant resources, became Kiana's unofficial sponsor. Meanwhile, Li Mo, a surprisingly skilled cook, ensured that Kiana's meals were both delicious and nutritious.

In the seventh year, the Honkai Eruption struck Nagazora City, shattering their peaceful life. Friends, classmates, and teachers transformed into mindless, murderous Honkai beasts.

Kiana, Mei, Li Mo, and Bronya—a new friend forged in the crucible of the Honkai—stood together on the bridge of the Hyperion. They looked down at the ravaged city below.

Nagazora, their home, filled with seven years of cherished memories, was gone. Reduced to rubble. Of the city's thirty million inhabitants, only the four of them were known to have survived.

Theresa revealed the truth about the Honkai—the ancient enemy of humanity. She spoke of the Valkyries, warriors tasked with fighting this relentless force, and the existence of St. Freya Academy.

She told Kiana about her mother, Cecilia Schariac, Schicksal's strongest Valkyrie. A single warrior capable of saving millions.

Driven by grief and an unshakable determination, Kiana made her choice. She vowed to become the strongest Valkyrie, to prevent such tragedies from ever happening again, to protect those she loved.

But this was only the beginning. The beginning of Kiana Kaslana's true tragedy...

Li Mo suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and a wave of sadness for no reason. Watching Kiana walk away with determination, he was struck by the thought that he might lose her. For the first time, he was truly afraid of that possibility.

That evening, at 7 PM, Kiana stood on the Hyperion's deck, gazing toward the ruins of Nagazora City. The night was heavy and oppressive, swallowing even the faint starlight.

Just as Kiana had once watched over him by the river, Li Mo now stood behind her, a silent guardian. He reached out instinctively, wanting to touch her lonely figure, but his hand froze in mid-air.

Kiana and Mei had sworn an oath to Theresa—to fight for all that was beautiful in the world. Li Mo hadn't. He was a mere human, with nothing but an unusually resilient body. Though Theresa had enrolled him in St. Freya for Kiana's sake, he knew his limitations.

Still…

"If this is your dream," he whispered, his voice low but firm, "I'll help you achieve it. Even if it's impossible, even if it's a fool's errand, I'll help you."

He paused, then spoke the words that weighed on his heart.

"I love you, Kiana."

Until my dying breath.

In reality, Li Mo's hand reached out, trembling as it touched Bizarre Kiana's cold, pale cheek. The words escaped his lips, the same ones he had spoken in his dream.

"I love you, Kiana."

His voice was soft, a gentle murmur lost in the void.

Bizarre Kiana froze, her crimson eyes widening. She opened her mouth, blood staining her lips. The moonlight cast an unnatural glow across her face.

She stopped feeding and tilted her head, studying him intently. Was he triggering some unknown rule?

Mimicking the Kiana from his memories, she lay down beside him. Curling up in his embrace, she allowed his arms to hold her cold, stiff body.

But words and gestures weren't enough. She blinked, her small, sharp canines flashing in the darkness. Without hesitation, she bit down on his arm.

In the dream, that same night, Li Mo walked to the separate dorm Theresa had assigned him. The student dorms were full, so Kiana, Mei, Bronya, and Himeko stayed in the faculty housing.

As a male, it was deemed inappropriate for him to share their quarters. He understood, even though he and Kiana had lived together for seven years, sharing everything.

Still, it wasn't easy. He harbored no inappropriate thoughts, but he knew others wouldn't understand.

His "dorm" was clearly a converted office. A desk, a chair, a bed—that was it. The bathroom was down the hall in the main building. But Li Mo, having endured far worse, was grateful for a bed.

Exhausted from the day's events, he quickly fell asleep.

And he dreamed. A strange, layered dream. Flashes of memories he'd never experienced appeared before him—a funeral at St. Freya, an attack by Head Ghosts, a decapitation, a desperate battle against a horde of anomalies.

These images were unfamiliar yet resonant, as if tied to him by some unseen thread.

"Hmm? Kiana?"

He woke suddenly, sensing movement in his bed. Pulling back the covers, he found her—Kiana. She was curled up beside him, her small body nestled against his.

A soft smile spread across his face. Contentment filled him as he adjusted his position, holding her close. It felt natural, just like countless nights before.

When she was paralyzed, they had slept like this out of necessity. Even after her recovery, when they had separate rooms, he often woke to find her in his bed.

Her soft breaths tickled his skin. Her long eyelashes fluttered in the darkness. Her skin, smooth and warm, glowed with a healthy flush.

Those two years of paralysis had left her with a remarkably still sleeping posture. Now, she looked peaceful, a sweet smile gracing her lips—like a beautiful doll.

It was a perfect, dreamlike scene…

He gently stroked her hair, pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, and drifted back to sleep.

"Shh… shh… go to sleep..." he murmured, both in his dream and in reality.

Bizarre Kiana, about to bite him, paused. Her eyelids fluttered closed. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him as though he were her lifeline.

Her expression of love shifted, mirroring Kiana's. A hint of the original Kiana's essence seeped into her being. Even her pale lips seemed to regain a touch of color.

Kiana: "..."

She could move.

Seeing the two people tangled up in bed, Kiana bit her lip. A sharp feeling of jealousy twisted in her stomach.

She climbed onto the bed, hugging Li Mo from the other side.

One boy, two ghosts. A strange, three-person sandwich.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the rumpled sheets, stained with faint, dried blood. Li Mo's arm, healed overnight, showed no sign of injury.

"Mmm…" He stretched, yawning, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"That's the best sleep I've had in months." He wasn't wrong. He hadn't slept in two months.

"But why is my chest so cold?" he wondered, looking down. Everything seemed normal. His back, however, was unusually warm.

"I think I had a dream…" He closed his eyes, trying to recall the events, then suddenly snapped them open, scanning the room.

Bloodstains on the sheets. Nothing else out of place. Normal anomalies couldn't even enter his house, let alone his bedroom.