Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

No matter how many times, no matter what he has to do, the prince will prove to the princess that this love is not some fleeting bubble under the sun, but a rainbow of colors reflected in the sunlight, an eternally existing radiance.

Everything is so beautiful; anyone who sees it would feel as if they've fallen into a honey-like dream of sweetness.

[Except for you.]

[—Besides you, who used to be happy for these kinds of endings, offered your blessings for these kinds of stories, and hoped they would live happily ever after.]

[This story, which would enlighten anyone who knew it, and would inspire anyone who saw it with its tale of the prince and princess's happiness, their mutual devotion, and their love as intense as maggots writhing in bed, is something you alone find repulsive.]

Because you are also in the story, playing the role of the devil, the villain who brings disaster and suffering to the prince and princess.

It was because of you that the gentle young man gradually sank into a sorrow that no one cared about, and felt lonely amidst the boisterous birthday party.

He shouldn't have done that.

He could have found happiness much sooner.

[A person who should be surrounded by love and gentleness is forced to face a disaster and loneliness that shouldn't be his because of a useless person and a Herrscher who brings calamity.]

【ah……】

Calling you a great demon is simply inappropriate.

How could there be such a useless villain?

To put it more precisely, you are the only clown in the entire story, the second female lead who is responsible for being trampled on in the plot.

Even though they were childhood sweethearts.

She was clearly enjoying the boy's love.

[Yet they carelessly burned it all to the ground, only feeling sorrow when they truly lost it, and then hiding in the bathroom to cry alone.]

The boy's memories have begun to resurface, and past sorrows may resurface once again.

Can you really accept losing a boy again?

[Option 1: Honestly admit your mistakes, confess everything you've done, kneel down and beg the boy for forgiveness. If it were him, he would surely forgive even something like this.]

Option Two: As long as we continue living like this and don't say anything, we can remain like an ostrich or a turtle, continuing to enjoy the blissful paradise of our youth.

[Option 3: You can't guarantee that similar things won't happen again, and you can't guarantee that the boy will permanently lose his memory. To preserve this moment of beauty, perhaps you have to do something excessive.]

……

There is no other choice left.

In the now empty private room, where only one person remained, the once innocent girl lay on the floor piled with tears, too weak to even stand up. She could only taste the bitter fruit of the countless mistakes she had made.

Her lips were tightly clenched, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her eyes, which had never been adorned with makeup until her death, were now lined with tears. Only her pink eyes, which should have shone brightly, reflected a completely opposite choice.

This is the first time I've had a choice since the Herrscher of the Void descended.

Does it really make any sense?

Do these three seemingly different choices really have any meaning?

No matter how many choices are given, no matter how different the options are, the final choice is already an inevitable and unchangeable decision.

The most shameless one.

The dirtiest one.

The most despicable one.

Even if it's confirmed that it's not a beautiful bubble, even if the boy's presence can be clearly felt no matter how long it takes, under the blazing sunlight, the despicable and incompetent Herrscher will eventually reveal his true colors.

There were no problems this time because Qianjie dealt with the gathered people in time, and the awakened memories did not reach an excessive level.

I'm so lucky, so very lucky.

If time were just a little longer, if this memory were to grow a bit more, stemming from past neglect and past blows... Jiang Cheng probably wouldn't be able to look at him with such gentleness anymore.

This time, Qianjie helped me.

So……

What about next time?

What will be the next time the pain from the depths of my heart is awakened?

What if the next time I'm awakened is from the sadness of a memory?

Every single time, they were rescued in time, easing the crisis; every single time, they were fortunate enough to receive help, rewriting the tragedy before them.

They're incredibly lucky; they managed to do something so demanding.

Every single time...

—Can't sadness accumulate?

Will this unrememberable memory, this sorrow buried deep in my heart since the past, truly not be amplified by new encounters?

do not know?

do not know.

do not know……

The fairy didn't know.

The lawyer was unaware.

Alicia didn't know.

This fragile heart, already riddled with holes and weathered by its own foolishness, was no longer capable of thinking.

Even the slightest fear can make an unhealthy person, who has grown up in an unhealthy world and in an unhealthy way, feel like they are about to die.

The girl was already abnormal, living in twisted emotions, growing up in the pain of being forced to separate from the boy and only able to focus her attention on others, and maturing while watching the beautiful relationship between Wilvi and Jiang Cheng.

Flowers watered with twisted black water, growing in a filthy swamp, could never possibly bloom with the pure beauty of humanity.

Unlike my original life trajectory, which was full of wonderful growth, I couldn't leisurely embark on a journey and seriously observe this beautiful world.

The initial symptoms were determined on the day the child was five years old.

The tragedies that followed were less due to wrong choices, and more due to the inevitability that was predetermined from the very beginning due to unhealthy upbringing.

A person who has never experienced normal love and can only gradually wear themselves down in endless distortion and self-destruction is incapable of loving others healthily.

All these tragedies had accumulated endlessly, becoming too deep to be reversed, and the extremely timid girl was simply unable to bear the pain of losing again.

sorry……

I'm so sorry.

I did something very bad, very terrible.

But I, so twisted and so filthy, can no longer bear the disappointment in your eyes and the rejection uttered by your lips.

and so……

Even knowing that everything is terrible, I still have to...

--sorry.

The options were already determined from the very beginning.

……

"There is indeed a kind of preference in this world that doesn't pursue the extraordinary, nor does it crave efficiency; it only seeks a kind of elusive yet most real happiness."

Does your partner's "imperfection" affect your "love" for them?

"And you've always possessed this ability to love."

You could have rewritten all of this.

[Until you personally give up the opportunity to rewrite it.]

Only favoritism can evolve into universal love; a life without experiencing favoritism is unhealthy, and a person who cannot show favoritism towards others is abnormal.

[Not born with normal expectations, not receiving normal favoritism towards others.]

That means it can only gradually wear itself down in endless internal conflict.

You don't want to stay in this world alone.

You don't want to be alone in this cold world.

You can no longer accept a future without Jiangcheng, even if the possibility is incredibly slim; your fragile heart simply cannot accept it.

This is the only thing that absolutely is unacceptable.

and so……

Please forgive my selfishness.

The girl's starry eyes held an almost desperate resolve. Her former softness, liveliness, purity, and innocence had all been abandoned, leaving only a sorrow that seemed like water, gently shimmering like tears.

Her pink lips parted slightly, and what emerged from them were characters that shattered her beautiful heart and soul, fragments mixed together within them.

"I'm so sorry, as your lover... I didn't even know what you saw. I've been so irresponsible in this matter~?"

"But our life used to be so happy. We traveled together, sat together in a rose bush bathed in the warm yellow light of the setting sun."

"At that time, the flowers were in full bloom, their fragrance carried by the breeze, like the gentle melody of an accordion, delicate and lingering, soft and melodious, it was truly beautiful to hear."

"you……"

"You should still remember, right?"

"We made a promise, and we'll never forget it!"

……

The sadness contained in those beautiful pink eyes, brimming with deep affection, was a self-reproach for her own powerlessness, almost like a tangible knife, as if one could see the misty vapor swirling within them.

Those slender, soft, and gentle fingertips were pinching his palm, guiding his hand to the closest point to the girl's heart.

—Left chest.

Despite being separated by that thick, heavy flesh that was too large to be grasped with one hand, one could not truly hear the heartbeat from the girl's chest.

There's no need to guess what thoughts are surfacing in Alicia's mind at this moment.