Boothill's wisdom!

: Damn it, why did he have to leave us hanging again at such a crucial time!

...

Just as the audience was buzzing in discussion.

The screen went black.

"10 system hours until the Charmony Festival begins, Reverie Hotel."

Good grief.

They really ended it right there!

"Damn it, did Mihoyo get infiltrated by cliffhanger maniacs? WTF!"

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: Damn it, this cliffhanger is a dog move!

: It's over, now the brothers have really been completely baited by MiHoYo.

...

Why is Dream Bubble empty?

What exactly is the legacy Mikhail left behind?

These questions are driving the audience crazy.

But right at this moment.

As the subtitles fade.

The story has already shifted to Dan Heng and Boothill.

The two of them are at the hotel front desk, speaking with the receptionist.

Facing her inquiry about their purpose and identities—

Boothill calmly and confidently says: "I'm a Nameless who just boarded the Astral Express, name's Pompom!"

As soon as he finishes.

Dan Heng, standing beside him, just gives him a silent side-eye like "you better not be messing around."

Pfft...

In an instant, who knows how many viewers burst out laughing.

All one can say is, with just one line, he successfully grabbed the audience's attention.

...

: Damn, complete masterpiece, that cracked me up hard.

: Good kid, why don't you just say your name is Akivili.

: Hahahaha, I can't hold it in anymore, why is Boothill so funny?

: I admit it, just now I was too harsh on MiHoYo because of the cliffhanger, but this scene absolutely redeemed it.

: Pompom: ! @#¥ Train profanity.

...

Even though everyone can tell Boothill is hiding his true identity.

It's still hilarious.

And Dan Heng also has to cover for Boothill.

"..."

After a brief silence, Dan Heng spoke: "He's my companion. Before boarding the express, we already responded to The Family's invitation, so the system doesn't have a record of him."

"I see."

The receptionist nodded politely: "You're Dan Heng, right? But your companion said earlier your itinerary had changed, which confused me a little."

"Is there any way to work around this?"

Dan Heng also asked politely.

The receptionist was understanding, nodded and smiled: "Of course, but we'll need both of you to verify your identities together."

After saying that, she looked down, seemingly connecting with the dream realm.

Then, she frowned slightly and said apologetically: "Sorry, I seem to be unable to reach the guests of the Astral Express."

Dan Heng realized something was off: "What do you mean by unable to reach them?"

The receptionist replied: "They might still be in the dream and haven't responded to my call."

Boothill, standing by, couldn't wait any longer and suggested: "How about this, give us a room number, and we'll go check it out."

"Uh, I'm afraid that's not allowed."

The receptionist responded hesitantly.

"Then how about this, just wake up any member of the Astral Express. Let it be anyone, for example. Have him confirm my identity."

Boothill proposed another idea.

But the receptionist still declined politely.

At this point, Boothill's tone started getting aggressive.

"If this doesn't work and that doesn't work, then what do you actually want us to do?"

Boothill said bluntly: "Are you expecting the two of us to sleep on the floor outside the door?"

"Please calm down, we just need to contact your..."

The receptionist hurriedly tried to explain, but before she could finish, Boothill interrupted her again.

"Damn it, don't give me that bureaucratic runaround crap!"

"I'm not blaming you personally, but if you can handle it, then handle it—if not, get someone who can!"

Boothill finally lost it, and his fierce expression made the receptionist even more nervous.

"S-Sorry! I'll contact Mr. Sunday right away. All housing arrangements for the Nameless go through him."

The receptionist said in a panic.

At this moment, the audience were feeling funny once again.

...

: Damn, it's already the interstellar era, but the receptionist at Penacony still gives me a familiar vibe.

: Classic, reminds me of a paradox: show me your ID so I can unlock the box, but your ID is in the box.

: Boothill's words are just too aggressive, haha, what a hot-tempered guy.

: And really, no one can verify Boothill's identity, because all the express member's already been launched into the Dreamflux reef by Death.

: Sunday also got blown away.

: But this kind of thing isn't something the receptionist lady can decide, Boothill is a bit too aggressive, I'm starting to sympathize with the receptionist.

...

Right after the barrage of comments scrolled past.

Dan Heng pulled Boothill aside and explained for the receptionist: "She probably wasn't intentionally making things difficult for us."

"And I wasn't intentionally making things difficult for her either."

Boothill, who had just looked fierce, suddenly calmed down and smiled with hands behind his back,

"The region is just reacting to situational emotions, I was just using my wisdom."

"?"

Dan Heng was visibly stunned.

"Your wisdom is scary stuff."

Boothill smiled smugly and explained: "You just tried on the express and couldn't reach anyone, I simply used words to get this lady to help confirm things for us again."

...

: Ah? Damn, Boothill turned the situation around.

: I knew it, this wandering ranger looked like a brute, turns out he's got strategy!

: 666.

: This guy Boothill has an interesting personality—rough on the outside, meticulous on the inside. I'm officially a fan.

...

Boothill's little twist brought the audience a not-so-small surprise.

But more surprises were yet to come.

Right after confirming with Boothill that their companions were indeed missing.

Dan Heng spoke worriedly: "I'll go confirm something, wait here for me."

Boothill crossed his arms and reminded: "Worry is the poison that hinders judgment, Dan Heng."

Dan Heng nodded slightly, indicating he understood, then turned and left without looking back, heading inside the lobby to gather intel.

Boothill shook his head slightly, determined to rely on his own methods.

Next up.

Boothill showcased his street smarts to the audience.

Facing a well-dressed gentleman, he acted all familiar, bridging the gap with buddy-like chattiness.

Then he used provocation to get the other party to spill the info they had.

"You say your birthday is a big deal, but this is the Charmony Festival—it only happens once every Amber Era!"

"What? You say there is limited visibility? Come on."

Expression, behavior, tone—it all came naturally.

.....

After extracting the intel, Boothill even muttered while walking:

"These two babes don't know anything."

The word "babes" in his sentence clearly didn't mean anything affectionate.

This character portrayal lit up the audience's eyes and often made them laugh out loud.

Amused endlessly by Boothill.

And when facing members of The Family, Boothill switched to another tone.

"I came from the XXX Federation, and I heard your Charmony Festival might get canceled. Is that true? Don't waste my time."

His tone regained a bit of aggression, with a touch of complaint.

Prompting Family members to subconsciously want to explain.

They seriously explained to this "guest from the XXX Federation," offering all they knew.

According to The Family members, there was absolutely nothing wrong with the Charmony Festival.

Thus.

Be it regular tourists or family members.

The intel they had was all smoothly extracted by Boothill.

Back again at the hotel front desk.

Boothill wore a faint smile and muttered to himself: "Regular folks don't know, Family folks don't know either, which means the information has been blocked—there's definitely something deeper behind this."

In just a few minutes.

Relying on himself, Boothill had already judged and confirmed the situation inside the dream.

Such ability and performance instantly won over the audience.

...

: Damn, this guy's like a real street boss!

: His social experience is insane. I seriously want to know what job Boothill used to have.

: So far in Honkai: Star Rail, another character who's super grounded!

: Unique verbal quirks and behavior—so interesting!

: He even looks optimistic, full of humor—he's the kind of guy whose every line you want to write down!