Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

All he can do...

Only to make the eternal paradise even better.

To make this home feel more complete, and to gently accommodate all those who yearn to join us.

—This is the limit that a thousand tribulations can achieve.

"Your house is in the innermost ring road, 001. Don't bother me unless it's important. I'm very busy. I need to be a judge, a lawyer, an arbitrator, a police officer, a security guard, and I also need to allocate supplies."

"Just live your life well with your boyfriend. Don't worry about anything else. Eternal Paradise is very safe. No one will bother you here."

"I am leaving, bye."

Qianjie simply tossed the key over, and after making sure Alicia caught it, he turned and left without hesitation to do what he could do, and what only he could do here.

This place was nominally created by a young girl, but in reality, he handled all the details, from the largest to the smallest procedures and systems.

They forced a hot-tempered young man who was tied up in a remote village upon birth to study.

Now, the Eternal Paradise absolutely cannot do without him.

……

ended.

This farce is over.

No one is watching Alicia anymore.

All the sharp, piercing gazes, filled with passion and fervor, like churning lava, have vanished.

At least it didn't end naturally, and the ending didn't feel like the end of a banquet. At least this familiar yet terrifying scene didn't last too long, and at least the sadness didn't seep into the marrow of the soul amidst the noise.

At least this time...

—The girl holds the boy's hand.

"already……"

"There's no need to worry about anything anymore."

……

She was no longer as lonely as before. She no longer needed to hide alone outside the room, in a shadowy corner where even the sunlight couldn't reach, spying on the sweet daily life between the boy and Wilvi with a camera.

I can only be an observer, a third party, even though the boy seems so close, and I can clearly capture his every move.

—It's meaningless.

No matter how far you reach out, you can't touch the boy. No matter how close you seem, you can't truly smell the boy's scent and breath. You can never again crawl out of your sleeping bag and see the boy sleeping peacefully with the morning light shining on his face, his eyes closed.

You can't stick your hand out to expose your armpits, you can't mischievously paint your face, and you certainly can't reach out to shake the boy awake so you can go and admire the warmth of the morning, watching the flowers and leaves sway in the breeze.

Perhaps the bird is still wandering tirelessly in the sky until it encounters a tree it likes, and then it lands on a branch to rest for a while.

Perhaps those pink petals, blown by the wind, might drift with the continuous air currents to this steel land thousands of miles away.

The girl could no longer hold the boy's hand and sit together on the fresh grass, still glistening with dew from the night, letting the dampness from their arms seep into their bodies.

As the dawn dispels the darkness and illuminates the world, breaking through the layers of white clouds, the soft golden veil, following the direction of pure and clear eyes, flutters gently among the awakened flowers, creating a lively commotion.

She could only hide alone in a corner, unable to even let the sunlight shine on her, and feel the warmth of the new life that once belonged to the two of them.

Because they are merely voyeurs, they must avoid being discovered and prevent even their last shred of dignity from being torn away by others.

That period was so long that it felt like time itself had stood still.

This led to subsequent tragedies, and even more tragedies.

Even that tragic past—from childhood sweethearts to a voyeur who dared not even appear in front of Jiang Cheng—became a dream.

Even though she could only stay outside the window, watching the happiness between Jiang Cheng and Wilvi, she felt the bitterness and endless torment in her heart, endlessly emphasizing how terrible the girl's past actions were, and how simple it was to be with Jiang Cheng. All the hurt had become beautiful.

They survived that period, endured so many tragedies, and even casually discarded everything that was once most real.

Be beautiful, be pure, help others, love others, do not do bad things, do not hurt others casually, and never lie or deceive others.

Even if you are just a stranger, an ordinary person with nothing special, you should try your best to help others when you see them being hurt.

In order to reach the absolutely perfect paradise with all my companions, just like in the fairy tales.

—Because Alicia doesn't like seeing other people cry.

When others are grieving or feeling bitter, it's as if your own emotions are stirred up. Hearing the stories told by others, even if you've never experienced them yourself, you can't help but feel empathy.

Hearing anger makes one indignant, hearing sadness makes one weep, hearing courage makes one passionate, and hearing beauty makes one smile.

It's already lost.

Already given up.

have nothing left.

Perhaps it was the prolonged numbness, the filth of being in the dirty mud, that caused the petals that should have been blooming beautifully to wither and become tainted with stench.

Alicia could no longer add even half a shadow to her heart, and could still gently smile and lend a helping hand to others as she once did.

what……

If a fairy loses this ability to empathize, loses this beauty and purity, can she still be called a fairy from paradise?

The main characters in fairy tales can rewrite all injustices.

The main characters in fairy tales are clearly full of compassion and kindness.

The main characters in fairy tales are all so wonderful.

They are willing to lend a helping hand to all those suffering, willing to help everyone in need, and even willing to give up their own lives and everything they have to save the stories in which they are the protagonists.

do not know.

Alicia didn't know.

The fairy tale book does not have a strict definition of the protagonist, nor does it actually contain fairies from paradise that are full of beauty and romance.

Even in versions that lean towards adults and have a darker tone, the people in them are still striving for a better paradise.

They're probably not good enough for each other anymore.

They can probably no longer be called fairies.

It doesn’t matter.

If one lives in the paradise one yearns for, even a Herrscher who brings tragedy and calamity can call themselves a Herrscher from paradise.

"I……"

"—I will never let go."

……

"Feel sorry……"

"I feel a little disappointed for some reason."

As she gazed at the boy's slightly trembling, meticulous, spotless eyes, as clean as a starry night, yet tinged with a deep, contradictory sense of loss from the deep sea, Alicia pressed her jade-like, slender fingertips against her own full, white, and almost overflowing soft flesh.

Now, there's no way that Vilvie will rewrite all of this.

There is no longer a Virvi to save the boy.

There is no longer that girl who was willing to endure her inferiority complex and step out into that bottomless abyss. Her life was burned to ashes by a foolish Herrscher, leaving only her final resolve and will.

So……

Let me rewrite all of this.

I am the one who personally harmed the boy.

I am the one who doesn't even let the young live in peace with their memories.

—Saving Jiangcheng.

Burn everything from the past, everything that could cause harm.

Alicia wrapped her hands around the boy's hand, her slender, soft fingers trying to warm every part of his palm with her body heat, her full breasts pressed tightly against his upper arm.

This soft, tofu-like space was allowed to be squeezed and deformed, and the private area that should have belonged exclusively to the girl was allowed to be arbitrarily invaded by others.

Even if she were to face Jiang Cheng's eyes again, and face the mistake she had made with her own hands once more, the girl would not run away as she had before.

Perhaps it was because of the resurgence of the self that the approaching fragrance was like a dreamlike beauty, as pure as cherry blossoms, shimmering in the pupils.

It was as if the flowers from that day had fallen into it along with the suddenly broken branch, leaving behind a trace of the past brilliance. Yet, hidden within that familiarity was an expression that was both incomprehensible and strangely familiar.

It was as if I had just seen the girl kneeling in tears when I was resurrected, and the same sadness was etched into my soul.

"The one who should apologize is me."

"I didn't notice and people gathered around. I know perfectly well that you have a lot of memory problems."

……

Even though they had been in close proximity, the boy, having lost his feelings for her, could no longer easily sense the girl's suppressed thoughts as he once did.

It can only capture the most superficial, undisguised emotions.

—Are you still blaming yourself?

It's hard to imagine that one day we would hear such an apologetic voice coming from Alicia's mouth, from this young girl herself.

It seems...

Alicia has also realized her problem.

What happened before it turned out this way?

Jiang Cheng had no idea what had happened.

The loss of self is accompanied by memories and emotions, like a rag doll that can be kneaded, altered, and smeared at will by others.

He had no idea what terrible things had happened during that period, which was by no means short, but rather a long time, almost a full ten years.

It's unknown what kind of wonderful journey Alicia experienced in this missing memory, or how many disasters she overcame in her pursuit of paradise.

What earth-shattering adventure could possibly make this perfect and flawless young woman, who is forever searching for paradise and beauty ahead, stop in her tracks?