Honkai: Oh No, I’ve Become the Herrscher of Corruption?! - Chapter 33

Though Enoxia, trapped within its body, couldn’t hear Dr. Einstein’s analysis, a mere glimpse into its memories revealed its origins: a visitor not just from beyond the solar system, but from another universe entirely.

Long ago, in an unnamed corner of the cosmos, lived a race of serpent-headed, human-bodied monsters. Nameless and primal, their existence revolved solely around reproduction, consumption, and excretion—no different from most Earthly creatures.

Over eons of evolution, some developed the ability to weave illusions. Natural selection favored those who mastered this art, while the rest perished. Thus, their entire species eventually inherited the power to craft mirages.

Up to this point, their fate remained typical of any Earthly organism—until the birth of an exceptional individual.

By chance, it consumed a miraculous fruit and gained the capacity for thought. Driven by survival instincts, it pondered how to eat more efficiently and safely. As experiences accumulated, its intellect grew, until one day, it confronted a philosophical question: What is the meaning of life?

Unlike philosophers across the universe, its conclusion was singular: All life boils down to two outcomes—eating or being eaten. Only the methods differ. Thus, consumption defines existence.

At the very moment of this revelation, it attracted the gaze of a god—an unfathomably massive entity with countless abyssal maws, for whom stars and moons were mere sustenance.

That divine glance bestowed its entire race with enhanced devouring abilities. Theoretically, they could now convert anything into energy and consume it—unless the target was stronger.

The enlightened one, having gained greater wisdom and power, refined its race’s language, created a writing system, and named the species [Huili] after itself.

From then on, every newborn Huili possessed some degree of intellect.

And so, this streamlined account explains how the Herrscher’s vessel, [Huili], evolved from a mere beast into a sapient being.

Its mind was a cluttered trove of grandiose lore and cryptic ramblings, tedious enough to lull anyone to sleep. Faced with millennia of memories, Enoxia feared overdosing on information and ending up as addled as Xiao Shi.

Thus, she filtered and processed the data, distilling it into “An Introduction to the Huīlí Tribe That Even Enoxia Could Understand.”

“This description unmistakably points to the Aeon of Voracity, Oboros. It’s been over a year since Star Rail launched, yet we’ve heard little about Oboros’s Pathstriders—until today. To liken oneself to a ‘huī’ (a mythic serpent) while being merely building-sized? Audacious.”

Huili society transitioned from primitivism to tribalism, with the wisest and strongest—Huili itself—naturally becoming chieftain.

Henceforth, the Huili race wholeheartedly embraced the Path of Voracity. Knowledge and war served one ultimate purpose: consumption. Every deceased Huili was eaten by their kin.

Observing this, Huili pondered deeply and concluded: “Since Oboros only devours others and is never devoured, the devourer is superior to the devoured.” For the sake of its race, it abolished cannibalism, uniting the Huili under a new creed: “Eat others, lest you be eaten.”

During this era, the Huili evolved again. Their dream-manipulation abilities now extended to allies, enabling shared visions and telepathic communication—a quantum leap. Within decades, they conquered their planet through relentless wars.

An inherently expansionist species, the Huili soon developed interstellar craft and began invading other worlds. Unlike typical conquerors seeking resources, their goal was simple: to diversify their menu.

Yet their conquests hit a snag. Alongside exotic cuisines, they brought back plagues.

An extraterrestrial pandemic ravaged the Huili. Diseases harmless to others proved catastrophic to their biology. Within decades, their population dwindled to a third. To their victims, this was divine retribution against the savage invaders.

Amid the crisis, Huili embarked on a voyage. If the plague came from the stars, so too must the cure.

Fate, however, is indifferent to morality. Though Huili failed to find a direct remedy, it encountered another god—a veiled, multi-armed entity who silently granted its plea. The Huili were not only cured but blessed with agelessness.

“Wow. If this is true, Huili’s rise should be titled The Lucky One’s Ascent. First Oboros’s gaze, then Yaoshi’s mercy—two Aeons for one race! What more could they ask for?”

This concludes the core myths of Huili prehistory. Though legends inevitably distort details, the abilities of [Wang], a Huili remnant—energy absorption and rapid regeneration—stand as irrefutable proof of both the Aeon of Voracity’s power and the blessings of the Aeon of Abundance.

[To think a traitor to the gods could birth a new divinity…]
[Never imagined a being as ■■■■ as ■■■■…]
[…Hurry. Faster. Or else ■■■■■—]

“Hold up—more riddles? Did the Huili later worship Enigma?”

With critical gaps in the records, the rest couldn’t be streamlined.

In short, the Huili eventually fractured, with four members—[Chi, Mei, Wang, Liang]—fleeing to this planet. These elites possessed unique talents, and [Wang], now the Herrscher of IceFall’s vessel had a unique ability: whatever it ate, it gained resistance against.

“Wait—what happened in between? How did Huili collapse? How did they get here? Why’s this part missing?”

Its memories were like a book Enoxia could flip through or scribble in. But if pages had been torn out before she got it, she’d never know what was lost. All she could do was skip ahead and keep reading.