To create Honkai Impact 3rd in a world where Kallen exists.

The girl's eyes shone with a determined light, a light that reflected her anticipation, vision, and hope for the future...

The sweat dripping from her hands is a testament to her hard work, and the babbling brook is a hymn to her courage...

"Click——"

With a soft clang, the broken sword reflected the youthful hero and his pink-haired opponent, the one who coldly swung the greatsword—the so-called Demon King Seele had spoken of—and she was utterly powerless to retaliate.

"Oh, my dear hero, you... you really are just a coward who can't do anything."

"W-what?"

"You shouldn't be this strong, you were already..."

Seele's voice rose involuntarily, and her eyes revealed shock.

"Well...why don't we take a look back and see where things went wrong?"

"A dense forest guarded by elves, ruins where contradictions coexist, and this floating island that is close to the truth... Hmm?"

His sharp blue eyes were cold, and a hint of icyness appeared at the corner of his mouth. In the play, he played the role of a demon king. The warrior of unusual origin simply held his greatsword horizontally, and the inexperienced hero was helpless.

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"Huh? Is this the angle? Seele-neechan does seem to have mentioned wanting to be a hero sometimes~"

"But that was a long time ago."

Rosalia and Lilia chattered away, and even Fu Hua, who had been frowning, couldn't help but become engrossed in the story.

Things in another world are always somewhat novel.

"But something still feels off~"

She rubbed her temples and gradually gave up thinking.

"Is it about an NPC who was originally a florist suddenly deviating from the path and wanting to become a hero? Or is it about Bronya's guide to heroism, and a world without a demon king?"

Luo Mo smiled and said, "Or... are you curious about Delta and Seele's meeting?"

"Isn't it normal for Rosalia to be fed by Seele because she's hungry?"

"Hey...wow, boss, you really are something else!" The pink-haired girl next to her complained. First, that wasn't her, and second, she wasn't that greedy!

"...No, how should I put it, perhaps every world has its own meaning and value, and the interweaving of different worlds will leave more traces of color."

Fu Hua simply shook her head.

"I wonder if we, in real life, will ever be able to experience these interesting things firsthand?"

"...Sorry, I think I said something strange without realizing it."

"That's hard to say," Luo Mo shook his index finger, denying it. "Who knows, there might be a story about Princess Fu Hua and the seven little dwarfs Su~"

"..."

"Sigh~" Fu Hua sighed, feeling quite helpless.

How could such a strange thing happen? Could it be material for his new work?

For some reason, she suddenly felt a little worried.

...

Many stories of heroes are quite commonplace.

Find friends, gather companions, forge divine weapons, travel through beautiful landscapes, and finally storm the enemy's lair, defeat the demon king, and live a life of shameful pleasure.

On the journey, the person most puzzled for Seele wasn't anyone else, but her closest, most trusted, and most relied-upon companion, Delta, who always wielded his greatsword.

Along the way, the mentor-student and friend relationship had made her accustomed to the other person's presence.

So... what did she go through to become so powerful that she doesn't even care about any enemy?

She began to develop a curiosity about the mysterious.

The game, however, unveiled a corner of the dream.

The opening ceremony featured a scene of heavy snowfall, with streetlights casting faint glows amidst the snow, and a strong wind whipping the snow down.

Run, you can only run.

I don't know where to run.

If the ground is broken, run towards where it is still intact; if the sky is torn apart, run towards where you can still see the sky.

Deep within a broken world, Rosalia, holding Lilia's hand, ran swiftly along narrow paths, escaping repeated pursuits.

Even when exhausted to the point of being unable to breathe, and with sweat dripping down their faces, they dared not stop their escape for a moment.

This is their only hope for survival.

Looking back will only lead to despair, and stopping will only lead to facing death.

No matter how much they cried for help, no one responded; the biting cold wind stole almost all the warmth.

Finally, my sister collapsed. After all, she was already so weak and almost unable to move. No matter how miraculous it was, it could only last this long.

She collapsed onto the snow and closed her eyes.