From Kiana the Lord Ravager Onward: A Grand Fabricated History
Author: Better Hang Myself Than Write
At the Interastral Peace Corporation Headquarters, in Pier Point—
Inside his private office, Wen Liang was leisurely enjoying his afternoon tea.
Well, that was one of the mandatory courses for being a heartless capitalist.
Knock knock—
Just then, a knock sounded at the door.
"Come in," Wen Liang said calmly.
"Yes, Director Wen Liang!"
A familiar young woman's voice came from outside the door.
She was one of Wen Liang's direct subordinates within the company.
As a transmigrator, after arriving in the world of Honkai: Star Rail many years ago, Wen Liang had somehow been taken in as a disciple by Fleming, one of the IPC's P49 executives.
Although after that, he had never seen that cheap-master of his again.
Still, by relying on that connection, Wen Liang, a textbook nepotism hire, had successfully become a P46 Director at the company headquarters, under the Market Development Department.
In terms of rank, he was roughly on the same level as Jade next door.
Now, he possessed wealth and power beyond ordinary people's imagination. A flick of his finger could influence the economic lifelines of multiple worlds.
But for Wen Liang, that was still far from enough.
At the thought of this, he set down his teacup and let out a soft sigh.
Power and money were certainly alluring, but in this vast universe—where Aeons, Emanators, and Pathstriders existed, where planets could be destroyed at the drop of a hat—the strength of a mortal director like him was simply too insignificant.
One carefully planned conspiracy, persecution from an enemy Emanator, or even an absent-minded glance from some Aeon could reduce everything he had, along with himself, into cosmic dust in an instant.
This insecurity born from his own weakness meant that even standing at the height of prosperity, he could not feel the slightest trace of true happiness.
Damn it. Back in my previous life, I was a fun-loving chaos goblin too!
He had no way into the other Paths, and now even Aha wouldn't give him face—what the hell was that supposed to mean?
"Director Wen Liang, I have already delivered the invitation, as you instructed, to Miss Asta of Herta Space Station."
At that moment, his subordinate continued with her report.
Hearing this, Wen Liang quickly put away the trace of loneliness on his face and resumed the sharp, calculating demeanor of a director.
"And how did Miss Asta respond?"
"She said she would do her utmost to persuade Madam Herta to help."
"I see. You may go, then."
"Yes, sir!"
After dismissing his subordinate, Wen Liang was once again alone in the office.
He slowly rose to his feet, walked to the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, and gazed out at the eternally unchanging view of Pier Point beyond the glass.
I just hope that Madam Herta can be temporarily bluffed by the setup I left on Jarilo-VI, Wen Liang thought silently to himself.
That was right.
A bluff.
As a transmigrator, Wen Liang also possessed a cheat of his own.
A system that had arrived countless years late, only appearing recently.
Its name was the Fabricated History Persona System.
An absolutely dogshit name.
At first, Wen Liang had wondered whether this might be some prank orchestrated by a Masked Fool, or even by Aha personally.
But after repeated testing, and after receiving the special ability granted by the system, Wen Liang had finally confirmed that it was real.
And he had at last figured out what the Fabricated History Persona System actually did.
Simple and straightforward—just like the name suggested.
The more outrageous the fabricated history, the stronger the persona.
[Host: Wen Liang]
[Special Ability: A Thousand Faces (can transfer or split consciousness across various persona bodies)]
[Current Standby Personas: Kiana Kaslana (Destruction), Theresa Apocalypse (Erudition), Bianka "Durandal" Ataegina (Trailblaze)…]
[Fabricated History Points: 9]
Much like the Herrscher of Sentience next door, Wen Liang now possessed personas of his own.
And every single one of them came from the neighboring Honkai franchise.
At present, these personas were still merely blank templates with only preliminary Path alignment—but that was only temporary.
According to the system's description, as long as Wen Liang persisted in fabricating history and made others believe in the history he created, then falsehood could become truth, and his fabricated history would eventually become real history.
For this, Wen Liang had already made thorough preparations.
As for those so-called Fabricated History Points, they were basically just one of the system's support functions.
As long as someone believed the history he fabricated, he would gain points.
And the use of those points was also very easy to understand: if he had enough, then any wish could be realized.
Including—
becoming an Aeon.
Of course, Wen Liang had checked. To become an Aeon, the number of points required was a staggering 100,000,000.
And he had spent four whole months at the company painstakingly feeding fake history to his employees, only to earn 3,000 points.
And that was with him exploiting the information gap that came with being their superior. Otherwise, the efficiency would have been even lower.
Sure enough, these points were only there to assist the real work of fabricating history.
So, after carefully weighing the pros and cons, Wen Liang decided to pour the 3,000 Fabricated History Points he had saved up into building a false stage.
He was going to make this one big.
As the authority of A Thousand Faces activated, Wen Liang's consciousness, after a brief moment of dizziness, descended clearly into a brand-new body.
Wen Liang slowly opened his eyes.
What greeted him was an ancient ruin half-buried beneath snow and ice.
This was Jarilo—a world corroded by a Stellaron.
According to the original plot, this planet should have served as a beginner zone, the starting point of Stelle or Caelus's Trailblazing journey.
But that was the past.
Jarilo had now been requisitioned by Master Wen himself.
A few months earlier, after confirming the system's authenticity, Wen Liang had immediately sent people to this isolated world—cut off from the rest of the universe for centuries—under some random pretext.
Now, with the support of Wen Liang's faction, Jarilo still had not solved the Stellaron crisis, but its environment had improved by countless times compared to before.
Naturally, none of what Wen Liang had done was free.
After all, this involved a Stellaron. Even for a P46 Director of the IPC, suppressing it required a considerable price, and it still could not be completely resolved.
But none of that had anything to do with Wen Liang anymore.
After stretching his arms a bit, Wen Liang somehow produced a mirror from who-knew-where.
Reflected in it—
was the figure of a young girl.
Long white hair drifted softly in the wind and snow, and azure eyes shone as clear as a lake.
Even in the bitter cold, her fair skin still retained a healthy flush.
This was Kiana Kaslana.
And now, it was also Wen Liang.
[Persona: Kiana Kaslana]
[Path: Destruction (Not Activated)]
"Everything is ready," she murmured.
"All that's left… is Herta."
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