Bizarre Honkai, a Wife-Chasing Crematorium

Now wielding the Herrscher of Reason's power, Li Mo summoned a sleek, blue-and-white hoverbike, streaking across the night sky like a meteor.

Meanwhile, in a ruined city, in a timeline not its own, a masked fool made a pact with a distant god, altering the course of the world, hoping to rekindle a fading light in a foreign sky. Five hundred years, an insurmountable barrier, now a path paved by faith and sacrifice. He would play the fool, the final clown, embracing his destiny.

"You've arrived. Unfortunately, I can't fight you yet."

Otto, now a False-god, possessed the power to reshape reality, but at a cost: he was a slave to the Imaginary Tree. The deeper he delved, the more his freedom eroded.

"You won't escape!" Kiana, as the Herrscher of Flamescion, still wielding the Herrscher of the Void's power, tried to stop him.

Stars enveloped Otto, nullifying her attack, a power he'd never possessed before.

"Kiana, after him!" Durandal, mounted on Krishna, pursued Otto, their long-standing feud nearing its climax.

Li Mo's hoverbike encountered an obstacle.

A radiant, golden figure.

False-god Otto.

Why is he here? Nagazora was within reach, but Otto stood in his way.

"Hello," Otto said.

A golden blade materialized, aimed at Li Mo's head.

Li Mo countered with the Core of Reason, its power amplified by his Bizarre contamination, overriding its compatibility limitations.

"If I told you this hand moved on its own, would you believe me?" Otto smiled.

Li Mo knew Otto was being controlled. A free Otto would be pursuing his own agenda: reaching the Imaginary Tree, creating a timeline with Kallen. He needed help breaking free.

"You can't kill me directly. You have to sever the Imaginary Tree's control."

"I understand. I'll do my best."

Until then, Otto was an immortal boss blocking his path.

Otto raised his hand, preparing to unleash his full power.

Li Mo, using the Core of Reason and the Star of Eden, stalled him, then grabbed his wing, a wave of Bizarre energy spreading through Otto's body, severing his connection to the Imaginary Tree.

Otto's eyes widened in surprise, then he sighed, his smile unwavering.

Suddenly, a crimson greatsword pierced both their hearts.

Li Mo crashed to the ground, blood gushing from his chest.

"Judgment of Shamash…" he gasped, recognizing the blade. He hadn't sensed any danger. Unless…

He turned, seeing a lone figure in the sky.

Kevin, in his Infernal form. If they weren't on the moon, if Kevin's connection to the Finality wasn't weakened, it would have been his Savior form.

"So… no mercy…" A killing blow, no hesitation. And Kevin… he shouldn't even be here. Li Mo didn't have the power to draw Kevin's attention, not at this stage of the Stigmata plan.

As his vision faded, he saw them. Thirteen figures behind Kevin. The remaining Flame-Chasers, and the Herrscher of Corruption, disguised as Elysia.

This world was insane. The strongest warriors in fifty millennia, united to kill him, a nameless pawn.

His body grew cold, his senses numb, his emotions fading.

Third reset. Three deaths in a few hours. He'd never been pushed this far.

"You can't kill me directly. You have to sever the Imaginary Tree's control," Otto's words echoed in his mind.

"It doesn't matter. When they're all here, none will remain." His voice was chillingly calm.

His eyes turned black, his hair lengthening, a dark aura emanating from him.

Judgment of Shamash appeared, aiming for his heart.

This time, he didn't dodge. He caught the blade, crushing it to dust.

He looked at the thirteen figures, his expression unreadable. "The Flame-Chasers, and a fake Elysia. Impressive. Why are you here? To kill me? Why?"

"You're interfering with Project Stigma."

"Do you even believe that? A flimsy excuse. But I doubt you'll leave empty-handed. Come. Let's end this."

Kevin's face was grim. "Together. Don't give him a chance." Driven by the world's will, he abandoned his pride, a puppet in a play he didn't write. One Elysia was missing, but it didn't matter.

Li Mo unleashed the power of his Bizarre left hand, a horrifying ability to rip out and crush internal organs. Three deaths had unlocked its full potential.

"Attack!" one of the Flame-Chasers shouted.

They unleashed their Herrscher forms, grotesque fusions of human and Honkai beast: a whale, a butterfly, a serpent, a phoenix…

False-god Otto, Deliverance Kevin, the Flame-Chasers, a fake Elysia…

"Before I came here, I wondered: what is real? Memory? Or fact?"

"Now I know. Neither."

"Like MEI asked: is memory the essence of a person? Or is it consciousness?"

He continued his monologue, his body impervious to their attacks, regenerating instantly. Only an instant-death rule could kill him now.

"A monster…!" one of the Flame-Chasers whispered, their eyes filled with fear. They, once hailed as heroes, now feared as monsters.

They couldn't kill him. Not even obliterating his head and heart could stop him. He was like a force of nature, walking towards Nagazora, their attacks meaningless.

"Memory and consciousness are both parts of a person. But the soul, the vessel that holds both, is what truly defines us."

"The same is true for memory and fact."

"You… you're all imitations. Your power is real, your memories are real, but you lack their consciousness, their sacrifices, their will, their souls."

"So…"

"Goodbye."

He extended his left hand, the power of "Usurpation" filling his mind. He could usurp anything that existed in his memories, reshaping it with Bizarre contamination. Not just organs or limbs… even life itself.

He closed his hand, and the thirteen figures collapsed, lifeless puppets with their strings cut.

He entered Nagazora, the familiar cabin nearby.

The city was in ruins, a desolate wasteland. Buildings crumbled, streets overgrown, a ghost of its former self.

"This is the real old world. The bustling city… a facade." An uncontaminated reality. A world where rules could be rewritten wasn't real. Neither were its inhabitants.

He walked through the silent streets, undisturbed, the world's malice seemingly dormant.

He reached the cabin, the path overgrown, the trees towering over him.

Creak… creak… He climbed the stairs, his hand on the doorknob.

The truth was behind this door. Three deaths, countless lives taken… it didn't matter.

Freedom required sacrifice.

Truth demanded a price.

He was no exception.

As he was about to push the door open, warm arms wrapped around him, a soft body pressing against his back.

He felt nothing. He was beyond human emotions.

But then, he heard a familiar voice.

"A-Mo… don't open it…"

"Kiana…?" His dead heart fluttered. He might have lost his human emotions, but his love for Kiana remained, a constant, a rule etched into his soul. He couldn't resist her. Her voice, her smile… he would do anything for her happiness.

"The truth… is important… I have to…" His hand trembled, pulling away from the door.

"Let's go home, A-Mo. Please?" Her voice was like honey, warming his cold heart.

"Fake… it's all fake…"

"You're not Kiana… you're not her…!"

The final test? He bit his lip, trying to break free from the spell, but it was no use. The world knew his weakness.

He knew this Kiana was an illusion, a fabrication. He had to open that door.

But his will was no match for the Bizarre's rules.

He collapsed, his resolve crumbling. He'd faced the world's strongest warriors without flinching, but now… he was on his knees, gasping, biting his lip until it bled, unable to move.

Kiana's hands caressed his neck, her warm breath on his ear, her tongue tracing its outline.

"A-Mo… let's… do it here? Right here…"

An offer he couldn't refuse.

He remained motionless.

She unbuttoned his shirt, her face flushed, her eyes filled with a seductive warmth.

His clothes fell to the ground.

He stared at her, mesmerized.

She led him down the stairs, into the tall grass…

The wind howled, the moon hidden behind dark clouds. The rustling grass whispered secrets.

As Kiana leaned against a tree, a chilling wave washed over her. White hair cascaded down "Li Mo's" back, his eyes glowing crimson. He grabbed her hand.

"A-Mo?"

He bit into her hand, tearing flesh from bone.

"AAAAAHHH!!!" Kiana's scream echoed through the night.

He broke her arm, shoving it into his mouth.

She didn't fight back, didn't scream. Frozen in time, a helpless lamb.