Honkai Star Rail: Developing Mobile Games on Xianzhou

Astral Express.

Outside the window.

A vast and bustling star rail.

Like a steel dragon slumbering in the universe.

On the other side of the window.

Corresponds to the luxurious and exquisite entrance of The Reverie Hotel.

The iconic clock face.

Its hands constantly turning.

March 7th leaned against the window, gazing at the bustling scenery, her mouth slightly agape.

Beside her.

Stelle was also looking out.

Although they had already warped to Penacony.

On the train.

Everyone had unanimously decided—

Not to disembark just yet!

March 7th leaned against the window.

Looking at the bustling scenery, she couldn't help but open her mouth wide.

While Stelle reminded her, "Stop looking."

"At least now isn't the best time for us to go on vacation."

"The upcoming plot includes scenes of [family betrayal, home destruction, separation of life and death, rivers of blood]."

Hearing this.

March 7th immediately showed a look of helplessness.

Defending herself, "That was just something I casually mentioned in the plot, right?"

"It might not necessarily come true, right?"

"Yu Ling probably wouldn't go that far, would he?"

Stelle remained silent.

She gave March 7th a meaningful look, leaving her to interpret it on her own.

At that moment.

Himeko's voice suddenly came from over there.

"Stelle, little March... come here quickly."

"There's probably going to be an important plot point next."

The two immediately returned to the sofa and sat down.

At this moment.

On the projection screen.

Stelle arrived in front of the Dream Pool.

She tried lying down in this Dream Pool, which resembled a bathtub.

Although it was filled with some kind of liquid.

It didn't seem to possess the properties of a liquid.

The gentle voice of the announcer echoed, "Please relax, feel the rise and fall of your body..."

"Focus on your breathing, imagine a paradise..."

"Imagine... a land of dreams."

Stelle gazed at the ceiling.

Her vision grew increasingly blurry.

As if countless colorful bubbles were floating up.

The scene shifted.

A library-like setting appeared.

Numerous white whale patterns.

And then... a massive clock.

Himeko's eyes narrowed slightly!

She keenly noticed.

That the clock reflected a shadow.

The shadow's figure was actually the hotel bellboy—Misha!

To be honest.

From the very beginning, Himeko had found this bellboy a bit strange!

And now.

The small details in the plot once again proved.

This bellboy was definitely not as simple as he appeared!

At that moment.

A voice suddenly mixed into the background!

"Mikhail..."

"Come back..."

"Mikhail...!!!"

The voice carried an indescribable sorrow.

Almost conveyed in a wailing manner.

And amidst this scene transition.

The image of a blue-haired boy flashed by!

It was Misha!

March 7th had been casually sitting on one side of the sofa.

Now she quickly shifted her position.

And sat next to Himeko.

Stelle then asked, "March, did you hear that..."

"There seems to be someone crying in the background!"

"They're crying so miserably."

March 7th nodded.

Somewhat awkwardly, she said, "I... I'm starting to get scared."

"That crying is really terrifying..."

"Did I really predict it?"

"Didn't the family say that dreams are absolutely safe?"

March 7th looked at Himeko.

At this moment.

The sense of security from Sister Himeko was amplified to the extreme!

However.

You wouldn't know unless you looked.

At this moment.

Besides her and the bewildered Stelle.

Himeko, Welt... even Pom-Pom all looked grave!

As if the three of them had silently reached some agreement.

The air suddenly became heavy.

After a moment.

Pom-Pom was the first to lose composure.

They actually choked up a bit.

"Pom-Pom... didn't hear wrong, right..."

"That voice, was calling... Mikhail's name... right?"

Pom-Pom's watery big eyes looked at Himeko.

Himeko nodded.

"That's right."

"Former Nameless, Ragvok Sharm Mikhail."

"It seems that what's happening on Penacony is far beyond our imagination."

Pom-Pom raised their head.

Their gaze turned sharp.

"If, if Pom-Pom finds out that Mikhail has suffered any injustice on this planet..."

"Pom-Pom... Pom-Pom will drive the train and crash into those bad guys!"

March 7th and Stelle exchanged glances.

Somewhat surprised.

They didn't know if Pom-Pom was serious or just expressing their anger...

"By the way."

"Can the train really be used as a weapon?"

"Just drive it straight into people?"

March 7th licked her lips, "I, I don't know either."

"But during Argenti's plot, weren't we swallowed by a giant space worm?"

"Didn't Uncle Yang suggest accelerating the train to break through the worm's stomach wall..."

Stelle's eyes lit up slightly.

"Could it be... that we'll really see the train crashing into people in future plots?"

"Why are you getting so excited, huh!"

...

Penacony.

The Family.

Sunday and the Nightingale, representing the Dreammaster, were watching the unfolding events together.

The Dreammaster spoke, "Aventurine... the company's lackey. You've already confiscated his Cornerstone. For now, he doesn't seem to be a threat."

"But this woman who calls herself a Galaxy Ranger..."

"Her existence might be a potential danger."

Sunday shook his head.

"A Galaxy Ranger? No, she is an... Emanator."

Sunday's gaze was grave as he focused on Acheron in the scene.

Aventurine had just left.

The room now held only Stelle and Acheron.

Acheron said, "Anyway, I'm glad you're safe. I should head back to my room now."

"But before I go, can I ask you one more question? It might sound strange, even rude, but I want to know..."

"...Have we met before?"

[Such familiar dialogue...]

Acheron's next words.

The subtitles turned a vivid red once more.

"Is that so? Ever since earlier, I've had this familiar feeling... Maybe it's what they call déjà vu, heh, a kind of fate, I suppose."

"Galaxy Ranger, Acheron... that's how they refer to me. Feel free to use it. I think we'll meet again."

"Lastly, just a small piece of advice... There are some people who possess unwavering will and conviction, yet they don't intend to use it for good. And on that man's face, I saw a familiar expression."

"If you carry a blade, you must use it to cut something down. And a gambler, before losing everything, will always go all in, risking it all... I can only say this much."

"Before you make your choice, you should know this. Farewell."

Suddenly!

A look of shock flashed in Sunday's eyes!

Then realization!

Followed by an overwhelming surge of joy!

The Dreammaster tilted his head slightly.

Clearly.

He was puzzled.

Why had Sunday, usually so composed and refined, suddenly become so exaggerated in his expressions?

"What have you noticed?"

Sunday also realized he had been a bit too expressive.

He gently placed a hand on his chest.

But the corners of his mouth still curled with an irrepressible smile.

He explained, "I just realized something."

"Even we, the masterminds, were deceived by Yu Ling's narrative."

"But..."

"He's been hinting at it from the very beginning."

"These red subtitles, the anomalies appearing in the Dreamscape, they're all clues."

As he spoke.

Sunday's expression grew increasingly solemn and dignified.

What he said next.

Even left the Dreammaster utterly astonished!

"The dream of Ena succeeded from the very beginning."

"Whether it's the Astral Express, the company, or this Galaxy Ranger, Acheron..."

"They seem to have just arrived in Penacony, but in reality, they have always been in the Dreamscape!"

The Dreammaster's mouth fell open.

This information was clearly not something he could accept immediately!

"So... it was like this all along..."

"Has our plan succeeded from the very beginning?"

"The great undertaking that remains unfinished in reality has unexpectedly been completed in the game... Remarkable."

"This can only be described as... a pleasant surprise!"