Honkai Star Rail and the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

The air above the trading plaza of Xianzhou Luofu shuddered, like a fabric of reality carelessly sliced by a sharp blade. In an instant, the plaza transformed into a high-danger zone. On one side stood the elite of the cultivator world: from the domineering Wen Ruohan and the stern Jiang Cheng to the tense Lan Qiren and Nie Mingjue. On the other were the defenders and inhabitants of this world: the calm yet vigilant Jing Yuan, the cold Blade, the mysterious Kafka, Fu Xuan, Acheron, Aventurine, and others.

The tension was almost physically palpable. The adults exchanged calculating glances, weapons already at the ready. In the midst of this, where sect leaders and Stellaron Hunters stood on the brink of a clash, the "junior trio"—Jin Ling, Lan Sizhui, and Lan Jingyi—felt completely lost. They were searching for anyone who didn't look like the embodiment of a threat.

Their gaze fell upon a group standing slightly apart from the general and the others. There, beside Kafka and Blade—whose presence inspired an involuntary dread—stood you. A 16-year-old apprentice of the Hunters, you looked like the only island of tranquility against the backdrop of this insane scene.

Jin Ling, as always, took the initiative. He nudged Sizhui and Jingyi, nodding in your direction.
"Hey, look," he whispered, trying not to attract the attention of an infuriated Jiang Cheng. "They... they don't look as dangerous as these lunatics with swords and guns."

Lan Sizhui, adjusting his robes, stepped forward, trying to appear as polite as possible despite the fact that Blade was standing right next to you.
"Excuse me!" he called out to you, trying to be heard over the rumble of the adults' negotiations. "We... we don't understand where we are. My name is Lan Sizhui, and these are Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi."

Jingyi, unable to hold back, added:
"We just want to understand what's happening. You look like someone our age. Can... can we talk to you?"

They didn't know that you were an apprentice to those accustomed to destroying worlds, and that your training had been steeped in danger. To them, you were the only chance to make a normal acquaintance.