Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

I really want the boy to inflict the same deserved punishment on my seemingly perfect, beautiful, but actually ugly body—which is like a brightly colored mushroom tempting others—as my rotten soul.

—It's meaningless.

This distorted self, like a rag doll, is incapable of doing what is just, fair, and what Jiangcheng should do.

Even the person you love most has been forgotten because of other people's wishes; even the person you love most has been distorted; the feelings in your heart have been trampled on at will by others.

Even if Jiang Cheng were to be completely reborn, he wouldn't possibly harm someone as worthless as himself.

Because of family, because of tenderness.

Because Jiangcheng is a person with empathy.

Even though this so-called relative is nothing but utter trash, a Herrscher who clings to you relentlessly after being picked up, shattering any glimmer of beauty and bringing only misfortune and tragedy.

……

……

"My personality isn't actually that gentle; it's just that I have a naturally strong sense of empathy and can understand other people's emotions."

"The reason things turned out this way is because of you, because you're here."

"Because I saw the fairies of the paradise when I was very young."

"and……"

"I don't forgive without limits."

The boy tilted his head slightly, his fingertips gently touching the girl's chest where her heartbeat was almost inaudible. The tenderness in his eyes was as vast as the stars and the sea, deeply etched into her soul, a depth that was more profound than her thoughts.

"No matter what you do, you don't mean to hurt me. It's just that you can't really understand the feelings of each individual."

"Isn't it?"

……

what……

that's all?

that's all?

Is that all?

Because I didn't intend to hurt Jiang Cheng, because I didn't subjectively intend to hurt Jiang Cheng himself, can my actions be forgiven?

So, are the consequences of those actions acceptable?

Alicia felt a sense of bewilderment and an incomprehensible resentment; her still dim eyes reflected an abyss-like emptiness.

Her cherry-colored lips murmured unconsciously.

She wanted to refute something.

The girl couldn't accept being forgiven, and she couldn't accept that even a boy who had lost all emotion and become a walking corpse would forgive her...

—Me, such a shameless monster.

—I am such a despicable demon.

If it were so easily forgiven.

If it were accepted so easily.

So what is the sorrow of a young person who suffers because of their own pain, their own broken happiness, and the fact that they have to face death alone, even in their last moments, and who has to spend it all alone?

What exactly was Vilvie, who left this world with regrets?

Even love has been defiled.

Even love is being torn apart.

They were manipulated by others like rag dolls.

But in those dark, deep blue eyes, as deep as the ocean and as starry as the sky, the vast ocean and the ancient starry sky are enough to encompass everything.

“You may feel that what I said is wrong, but this feeling, this belief, this source comes from you—Alicia.”

The boy pressed his fingers against her chest harder. The indifference beneath the gentleness, the disregard beneath the calm, was finally discovered, or rather, the girl, whose mind was overwhelmed by countless emotions, finally realized it deeply.

The boy in front of me is no longer the same person.

It is a life that has lost its emotions.

The reason for his actions just now might simply be that the boy was not a bad person at heart, and simply because something called the sea responded to his wish.

It's simply responding to the desires of itself, a monster that is actually twisted, filthy, and utterly murky—a Herrscher.

The boy's words would no longer be subject to any other constraints.

No longer will I deliberately hide my thoughts for fear that my words will hurt others.

It all depends on the burning passion within him, on whether his heart is aching, whether it is beating, and whether it can drive him to do something.

Those dark blue eyes could actually stare directly at Alicia, and utter words that she would never normally say, not even a single one.

"You actually..."

"You've never given me a chance to understand what's in your heart."

"My understanding of you may come more from admiration, from standing in the human world and looking at the lovely fairies living in the beautiful paradise, or from looking at the holy and flawless gods in the high heavens as a believer."

"My understanding of you is perhaps closer to how I feel you would feel, rather than being able to empathize and experience how you would feel at this moment?"

"In that case, I can't really understand you, and I can't be a qualified confidant to you."

"Perhaps that's why you left."

The boy reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of the girl's eyes.

The ability to immediately offer gentleness after criticism is a result that can only be achieved by a nature that is not inherently malicious, combined with the ruthlessness of a Herrscher.

This alone made the girl in front of him even more sorrowful, as if her heart was being sliced ​​off piece by piece by countless sharp knives.

No.

It's no longer a knife.

It's a chainsaw.

Alicia felt as if an unlit chainsaw had been plunged into her heart, the teeth even rusted from years of neglect.

Yes.

The boy didn't actually fully understand himself.

He only understood part of it and accepted that part.

A goddess from the stars and moon, a fairy from paradise, and a flawless girl who belongs to me.

Humans, fairies, Herrschers...

These identities should be a trinity.

Living like a human, possessing all the virtues of humanity, yet living like a fairy in a romantic world, seemingly untouched by the filth and depravity of reality, yet bearing the disastrous and wretched identity of a Herrscher.

……

Falling from the starry sky, it landed in a fairytale-like forest, creating a natural romance.

The wonderful life in the small town has fostered many virtues.

In the season when the spring snow first melts, and flowers bloom in abundance, she stands at the church entrance, offering fresh flowers she has picked to every passerby.

During the sunny season, she would go to the orphanage to weed the orchard with the children there, looking forward to this year's harvest.

In the season of falling leaves, she fully learned to speak, pasting leaves of various colors into pictures and weaving stories to read to everyone.

In the snow-covered season, she and the boy drew musical notes in the snow and sang softly in the winter forest.

The people in the town are equally selfless and pure.

Just like the always enthusiastic residents in every fairy tale.

The aunties selling pastries on the street would always warmly offer her steaming hot food when they saw her, and the clowns on the street would try their best to laugh out loud.

The seemingly savage blacksmith would always come over to comfort Jiang Cheng and the boy whenever they accidentally knocked over the furnace, carefully checking for any wounds, without uttering a single word of scolding.

The aunties at the welfare home always have smiles on their faces and treat each child with gentleness. Those children who have lost their families are loved by everyone in the town. No one discriminates against them, and no one bullies them.

It was so simple and unadorned, like a world that only exists in storybooks.

That beauty was beyond the mundane world, which led the young girl to mistakenly believe that the world was inherently so beautiful.

During her long journey of choosing to leave, the girl, in her capacity as a goddess, saves one person after another from despair and collapse.

Almost no one would have any bad thoughts about this overly beautiful fairy; a slight smile is better than any violence or law.

It was because of the initial beauty that we encountered all the people who were willing to help and care for us, and all the wind and birds we saw on our journey.

Only someone named Alicia could display such a gentle smile.

Only by summing up all past experiences can one truly understand and empathize with a young girl, rather than experiencing a vague sense of empathy due to the influence of the tides at a particular moment.

Jiang Cheng could never truly understand the fairies who had brought him into the human world.

But is this the boy's fault?

Should the boy apologize for this?

—How is that possible!

Such a gentle and perfect boy.

How could someone who could even save someone like Wilvi, who suffered from latent schizophrenia, autism, and depression, and who could pull a young girl out of the abyss of darkness, not empathize with someone who had lived with him for over a decade, and who had been his only playmate and source of joy for almost his entire childhood?

How could a sensitive boy who can sense the pain of others and is willing to offer his help not feel this beauty?

—It's the girl's fault.

—This is entirely the girl's fault.

Because he never gave the boy a chance to empathize, because he only watched everything from afar as an escapist, because he only arrived late after despair and terrible things happened, and because as a natural disaster and a herald, he shamelessly stayed in the world.