Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

Because all the well wishes they offer are about investing.

It was only on that day that Möbius, who had only occasionally learned about the novel because of Blanca, realized something that many people complained about.

Why do Japanese light novels always give their protagonists a kind and gentle personality, to the point that the word "gentle" has been overused?

Because gentleness, sincerity, and equality are indeed a winning formula for anyone.

A beast that is utterly devoid of any emotion.

Therefore, she will not hurt Alicia.

To harm Jiangcheng's last remaining family members.

Despite Möbius's disdain for this supposed blood-related kinship, despite the fact that the girl before him was infinitely more precious than a body-sized amount of dark matter, and despite the fact that the scholar with clear principles had gone mad.

— Absolutely not.

……

But the girl remained calm, speaking casually, and pressed her finger heavily against her chest, leaving one dent after another.

"That collapse back then..."

“I was there.”

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?

???

"You are……"

"--What's the meaning!"

Mebius's composure vanished in an instant, and he could no longer maintain his calm demeanor. His serpentine eyes, like those of a wild beast, fully emerged, and his fingers, which suddenly increased their force, even crushed his glasses to pieces in an instant.

“I could have killed the Herrscher of the Void, but my hesitation led to the Honkai. I even had the chance to save Velvet. I could clearly hear the girl’s desperate cries from under the ruins.”

"It was a kind of resentment, a resentment at losing the youth, a resentment at the youth losing himself."

The girl reopened her past wounds.

He laid bare his wounds before her, his demeanor seemingly calm and composed, yet it was as if a hysterical madness was beneath it.

"You're provoking me."

“You want to be punished, but Jiang Cheng will never punish you, so you’re trying to provoke me.”

"Ah……"

Do you think I'm the kind of person who would shift the blame onto an innocent person?

Mebius smiled sarcastically, but without hesitation threw his glasses to the ground, revealing his eerie, inhuman pupils that shimmered with a ghostly green light.

"meeting!"

"Of course I will!"

—How could I not know?

—I'm a devilish scientist!

A monster that has completely lost its humanity, doesn't even care about the rules it once established, and is completely unrelated to humans at the genetic level; a thoroughly twisted and ugly monster.

A person who has lost everything, lost all of it, and can no longer even deceive themselves with the foolish lie that people live in another world after death.

It's already a complete monster, more despicable than a Herrscher, and more filthy than a Honkai.

It's just taking it out on someone else; what does it matter?

not to mention……

Is the person in front of me really innocent?

Can this person, who never visited Jiang Cheng until his death and never even hugged him, truly be considered... truly deserving of the word "innocent"?

Back then, all I needed was a hug, a hug from someone of high enough status, a word of comfort.

Jiang Cheng clearly didn't need to die.

He was clearly struggling too.

what……

what……

what……

--anger.

This was only the second time Mebius had felt anger, the second time in the life of a genius born with innate knowledge that he had felt anger. His heart was pounding, and he wanted nothing more than to punch the raging inferno.

The last time I was angry was because of Jiang Cheng's hellish joke, or more profoundly, because Jiang Cheng had completely given up on himself and abandoned his true self.

The result was that even though she had suffered domestic violence, she only looked coldly at her father, mocking this ugly genius and swearing at him, leaving an indelible handprint on his face.

This anger, this rage, is incomparable to the last one.

If you're going to leave, then leave far, far away and never come back. Never give yourself away, and don't wait until Jiang Cheng is dead to come back and regret it.

Mebius really wanted to hurl insults, and he really wanted to use body language to loudly question the girl in front of him who seemed to be just as crazy as he was.

—What are you doing here now?

Jiang Cheng and Wilvi have been laid to rest together beneath the Spiral Workshop, having chosen to depart together regardless of their past experiences.

Perhaps it's not perfect, perhaps it's just regrettable, perhaps not everyone who is still alive can accept the death of their only friend—but for the two of them, this is already the best ending.

The Honkai will only become more rampant over time, leaving no room for respite and only escalating its attacks.

This was a life-burning, blood-spitting marathon, and the enemy closely following behind was not a human being capable of seeing their limits.

People today are becoming increasingly frantic, their hearts consumed by hatred; it's no longer a place where gentle, kind people can live.

Even if Jiang Cheng and Vilvi were resurrected, they would not be able to find any room to be happy together in this world. There would be no free time for them to continue their travels and their beautiful daily lives.

They may even be pressured by people, and feel unbearable pain because their kindness and high moral standards cannot be reconciled with people.

Even Mebius couldn't say that his heart truly didn't ache, or that he could truly do all the cruel things at hand with a clear conscience.

Moreover, he was the kind of person who would even smile at a notorious, cold-blooded scholar.

Ironically, the very person who ignored the boy's departure and suffering came running over after the boy's death, after everything should have been resolved.

How could she not direct her anger and all that she had suffered at the hands of this 'innocent person' in front of her?

……

"Thank you for accepting my proposal, Dr. Möbius, for joining me in this offensive experiment that is harming Jiangcheng."

"That……"

"—Come on then."

The girl spread her arms wide, revealing herself completely to the devilish scientist before her, being scrutinized by his cruel gaze. Yet, the corners of her full lips curved upwards, revealing an undeniable smile of happiness.

This does not mean liberation.

It cannot be considered atonement.

The girl was not unaware of this.

—It's so painful, so unbearable, so heartbreaking.

If it weren't for the boy's request, if it weren't for the fact that it was his last wish, the girl would have ended her life on the spot in a way that no one cared about, ending this life that, as long as she lived, would endlessly destroy the paradise around her, tearing apart all the beautiful things that belonged to the boy.

If it weren't for the boy's request.

If it weren't for the boy's unwillingness.

If the boy hadn't denied it.

The girl might even try to atone for her sins and alleviate some of her pain on a physical level before the boy raises the whip.

--Can't.

This is unacceptable to teenagers.

He knew perfectly well that even in his final moments, he hoped that his only remaining family member could live happily in the world, and that the girl he had personally saved could find the paradise she had always been searching for.

Alicia would not accept her own escape, nor would she accept that she was simply hiding from her inner pain.

Therefore, she could only suppress, endure, and let her soul fall into an endless abyss, making the ever-vibrant girl suffer in a cruel way that even the most ruthless interrogators could not bear to look at.

To experience a level of torment that perhaps no other person in human history has ever endured.

Now the opportunity has finally arrived.

This is necessary to revive the boy.

So this is absolutely not an escape to make myself feel better, and it is absolutely not kneeling down and begging for mercy in the face of the pain of having lost everything.

But even after Alicia stood there for several tens of minutes, she didn't hear a single word from Mebius in front of her, not even the location of the experiment. All that was said was that his eyes were fixed on her.

The devilish scientist chuckled coldly, gently removed his non-prescription glasses, raised an eyebrow, tossed his green hair, and looked down at the girl.

"You don't think..."

"—Will I make you atone for your sins?"

……

……

……

The girl was like an incandescent light bulb without a wick; she was plugged in but couldn't light it. She felt intense loneliness and a sense of meaninglessness. All her connections with the world were illusory, false, and there was never even a chance to connect with it.

Because the dream has been shattered.

Because the ideal has been shattered.

The true paradise had long been abandoned by the girl without her realizing it, and by the time she belatedly realized this, it was already too late to salvage the situation.