(T/N): You know I found this... very interesting novel, its similar to the phainon fic I translated here, where this girl dresses as stelle, but she added her own head cannons to the costume... and she gets transmigrated into the star rail verse with those head cannons being real, lets say you added a few injuries to your stelle costume for your head cannon. Yea so that turns into a real thing. Its pretty weird.. and may make readers a bit uncomfortable (Lots of Gore).
Its basically a novel with lots of misunderstandings, and unlike the novel youre reading rn.. the mc in the other novel actually replace stelle entirely.
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"Canned food?"
Stella held the can in her hand, a thought flashing through her mind like lightning.
She recalled her experience when transforming: when she became Dan Heng, she seemed to naturally know how to wield the cloud piercer, and the spear techniques came to her effortlessly; after turning back into her original form, that muscle memory and combat intuition vanished without a trace, leaving only a vague impression of "I have seen it."
"But!"
Stella's eyes lit up, and she grasped the key.
"What I gain during transformation isn't just the appearance and basic abilities, but also the knowledge and skill tendencies belonging to that character! Although it's lost when I transform back, it can be utilized while I am transformed!"
She immediately thought of an excellent candidate! With a sudden shift in her thoughts, a pale blue light lit up beside her.
A little, exquisite puppet with the usual indifference and curiosity, exactly like the Genius Society member Ms. Herta—[Little Herta]—appeared in the clinic.
"Original, what do you need me for? Have you discovered a new interesting phenomenon, or do you need me to analyze some complex data?"
As soon as [Little Herta] appeared, she crossed her arms and asked in her unique tone, which carried a hint of a scientific fanatic's flair. When her electronic eyes scanned the crude environment around her, she even frowned slightly.
"Ms. Stella, this is..."
Dr. Natasha, who was standing to the side, was once again shocked by this ability to create things out of thin air.
"Ah, Ms. Natasha, this is also one of my abilities. I'll explain the details to you later."
Stella said hurriedly to Natasha, then couldn't wait to turn to [Little Herta], pointing at the neatly arranged herb cabinets, laboratory tables, and some basic chemical reagents and medical supplies in the clinic.
"[Little Herta], help me take a look! With these materials here, can you make something? Anything! Something useful!"
Hearing this, a flash of slight disdain, as if to say "Just this?", crossed [Little Herta]'s face, but her body still acted quite honestly.
She walked with elegant little steps, bypassed the still-stunned Natasha, and walked to the medicine cabinet.
She didn't open the cabinet directly, but first picked up a half-full glass medicine bottle on the counter, gently shook it against the light, and observed the sediment and suspension of the dull-colored plant roots inside. Her little nose even twitched slightly.
"Basic hemostatic grass grindings, the degree of dryness is acceptable, about 65% of the active ingredients are retained, and there are many impurities."
She muttered to herself, put it down casually, and picked up another bottle next to it, which contained some grayish-white powder.
"...Limestone weathering powder, containing trace amounts of calcium carbonate and silicates, the purity is low, it doesn't even count as industrial grade."
Like a scanner, she quickly and accurately evaluated all the "materials" within her line of sight, from medicinal herbs to mineral specimens, to the alcohol Natasha used for disinfection and some basic acid-base reagents.
A moment later, she turned around, faced Stella who was looking at her expectantly, and announced the conclusion in a calm, waveless tone:
"Based on the analysis of the existing material composition, without considering energy supply and precision instruments, it is theoretically 87.3% feasible to formulate a basic growth-promoting liquid that accelerates the growth and nutrient accumulation of specific shade-tolerant plants (limited to varieties with shallow root systems and short growth cycles) in low-light environments."
"There are no feasibility reports for other synthetic plans with higher practical value, limited by the variety and quality of the materials."
Simply put, she could make some "plant nutrient solution," but nothing else.
After speaking, she seemed to remember something, looked up at Natasha, and asked in a tone like discussing an academic problem: "What are the plant resources available locally that can be stably obtained and have high edible value or special components? I need to evaluate the actual application scenarios and optimization directions of the growth liquid."
Natasha had recovered from her initial surprise. She saw that this "little puppet" seemed to possess extraordinary knowledge and judgment, so she answered seriously:
"The Lower District has severe light shortages, mainly relying on the residual energy of Geoessence for cultivation and a small amount of artificial light. The common edible plants are only rye, some edible shade-tolerant moss, a small amount of potatoes we have struggled to cultivate ourselves, and several types of mushrooms that grow in certain humid areas. That's it, the variety is very limited."
"Just this much?"
[Little Herta]'s brow furrowed even tighter, and a series of rapidly calculating light points flashed in her electronic eyes.
"Light, soil fertility, air composition, water resources... The survival conditions are so harsh that it is a miracle that these crops can be maintained. The improvement in yield from optimizing the growth liquid is expected to be no more than 15%, which is of limited significance."
She shook her head, obviously having a deep realization of the status quo of "you can't make bricks without straw."
Immediately, she cast her gaze back to Stella and issued a "task" in an unquestionable tone:
"Original, don't just wait here. The potential of these basic materials is exhausted. Go out, walk around the Lower District, and carefully search for anything that looks unusual—strange ores, plants never seen before, even if they look like weeds, abnormal energy crystals, or even specific parts of some creature..."
"As long as it's not in the existing material catalog, bring me back samples. I need to expand the database and find new synthetic paths."
"Ah? Oh... Okay!"
Stella was stunned for a moment, then reacted.
That's right! It's useless to just worry here while guarding her unconscious teammates. It's better to go out and try her luck. If she finds something good, it might not only help Dr. Natasha and the Lower District, but she might also be able to develop some new equipment for her "characters" or... food?
She didn't want to eat that black bread that was as hard as wood.
She nodded immediately, turned around, and ran out of the clinic, full of energy.
Watching Stella's retreating figure, [Little Herta] withdrew her gaze and looked around the clinic again.
Her gaze swept over Stelle, March 7th, and Bronya, who were still unconscious on the hospital beds, and her electronic eyes flickered slightly.
"Prolonged deep coma may lead to negative states such as muscle atrophy, slow nerve response, and dream disorders, affecting subsequent action efficiency."
She spoke as if to herself, or as if stating the conclusion of an experimental observation.
"The awakening procedure needs to be advanced."
Action followed thought.
She walked to Natasha's laboratory table, her eyes quickly moving between the bottles and jars.
A few seconds later, she reached out her little hand and precisely picked up several reagent bottles marked with different symbols—one was concentrated lemon extract (used for disinfection and stimulating wounds), one was a tincture of some refreshing medicinal herb, and a small bottle of smelling salts with a pungent odor.
Under Natasha's slightly curious and vigilant gaze, [Little Herta] acted like a skilled alchemist, mixing several liquids into a small beaker in a specific order and proportion with dazzling speed and precision.
She didn't even use a stirring rod, just gently shook the beaker, and the liquid inside quickly turned into a clear, but constantly bubbling, pale yellow liquid, emitting a strong, sour, and astringent smell mixed with lemon, mint, and something indescribable that went straight to the top of her head.
"Simple neural stimulation and sensory reboot mixture, complete."
[Little Herta] nodded with satisfaction and sucked up a little with a dropper.
She first walked to March 7th's hospital bed.
Looking at the pink-haired girl's peaceful sleeping face, which seemed to be having some beautiful dream (?) even in a coma, [Little Herta] wore a subtle smile on her face that was identical to Ms. Herta's, carrying a hint of mischief and experimental anticipation.
She bent down and carefully dripped a drop of the pale yellow liquid onto March 7th's slightly parted lips with the dropper.
March 7th, in a coma, subconsciously licked her lips out of instinct...
0.5 seconds later.
"Ahhhhhhh—!!!!"
As if hit by a hundred Ice Slimes at the same time, or as if she had swallowed a big mouthful of concentrated lemon bomb, March 7th bounced up from the bed as if she had been electrocuted by high voltage!
Her eyes widened, tears instantly burst out, her hands tightly covered her mouth, and she let out a series of discordant screams, rolling off the bed and onto the floor, rolling and bouncing on the ground like a cat that had its Tail stepped on!
"So sour! So sour!! My tongue! My teeth! It feels like it's going to melt! Water! Water!! Help!!!"
She wailed incoherently, running around looking for anything that looked like liquid, almost bumping into the cabinet where Natasha kept medical alcohol.
[Little Herta] calmly withdrew the dropper, watched March 7th's "wonderful" reaction, and the corners of her mouth raised by another 0.1 degrees, evaluating: "Neural reflex activation effect: excellent. Sensory stimulation intensity: 3% higher than expected. Side effects: temporary taste overload and slight motor ataxia. Overall evaluation: efficient awakening plan."
"Hmph, the effect is very good."
She hummed, and cast her gaze to the remaining two hospital beds.
"Then, next one."
She walked with steady steps and came to Stelle's bed first.
Even in a coma, the gray-haired Stelle's brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were fighting some enemy in a dream.
[Little Herta] followed suit and dripped a drop of the "demon mixture" into Stelle's lips.
"Urgh—!!"
Stelle's reaction was a bit more "reserved" than March 7th's, but just as intense.
She opened her eyes abruptly, her pupils constricted, and she curled up like a shrimp, letting out a suppressed, low roar mixed with pain and extreme shock from the depths of her throat, then covered her mouth and started retching wildly, her face instantly turning pale.
Finally, [Little Herta] stood in front of Bronya's bed.
Even in a coma, this Silvermane Guards officer maintained a soldier's meticulousness, lying straight.
The dropper fell.
"Ugh—!!"
Bronya's body stiffened, her eyes opened suddenly, and those blue eyes, which were always calm and self-possessed, were filled with a momentary blankness and physiological tears brought by the extreme sour shock.
She tried to maintain her composure, but the intense, brain-piercing sourness made her unable to help but let out a short cry of pain, her fingers subconsciously gripping the bedsheets, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Within a short minute, the once quiet clinic was completely broken by three screams of different pitches but equally miserable, and the subsequent chaos (mainly because March 7th was still looking for water).
Dr. Natasha looked at the chaotic scene in front of her, then at [Little Herta], who looked calm as if she had just performed a routine experiment, and raised her hand to rub her throbbing temples.
The "help" from this "Ms. Little Herta"... the effect was outstanding, but the process was really, too shocking.