Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

Something inexplicably eerie.

Although it was indeed inappropriate to use such terms to address a nun or the head of an orphanage, the boy still felt a strange and unsettling atmosphere, an emotion that was difficult to describe or articulate.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable urge to use a gravitational transfer or a pseudo-black hole, and asked the question as calmly as possible.

"I'm just here to lend a hand. Even if there are fewer orphans here, there are still some things you can't handle on your own."

"If you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me for help. I don't mind doing something to help the town that Alicia created."

"This was originally my home, and this orphanage is a place I once set foot in."

"There shouldn't be any missing parts in this memory."

……

"Need help?"

"As expected..."

In the shadows that covered the darkness, where not a glimmer of light could be seen, her azure pupils shone faintly, like a compassionate Virgin Mary who knew in advance of the impending disaster. Her exceptionally sorrowful posture was exactly the same as the sculpture in front of her.

They are born with the ability to see their destiny, knowing better than anyone else what will happen in the future and what kind of tragedy will follow.

From the very beginning, Aponia felt that she needed to do something, to save others, and to use this ability to help more people.

Ultimately, this resulted in utter helplessness; it never initiated any disaster, never saved anyone who was supposed to die.

She never tired, never gave up, and never stopped. At different times and in different places, she did the exact same thing.

Even now, the threads seen in those pupils extend backward, until they become entangled in the scene of that inevitable breakage.

The moment Jiang Cheng stepped onto the stage, the question he posed, and the act of helping that he resolved to take.

It was exactly the same as the scene I saw.

It was exactly the same scene as before the tragedy.

There was not the slightest difference, not the slightest distinction, including the words spoken and the gentleness conveyed, all of which proclaimed that the disaster they witnessed was imminent.

……

Aponia still remembers the vision of the future she first saw; it was supposed to be a peaceful, ordinary day filled with the warmth unique to Eternal Paradise.

In the distance, crowds thronged the streets, flowing in an orderly fashion, like the blood vessels of the world.

The world is orderly, regular, beautiful, flawless, and...

---fear.

Those bluish pupils had unknowingly turned into a blank expression, as if the inner ocean had been drained, every drop of water squeezed dry by sudden information, and even emotions were left only on the surface.

Only the thin film covering the outside remained, harshly reflecting the color of the lake.

For the first moment, she was unable to think.

Countless pieces of information occupy the mind and heart at the same time, to the point that self-awareness is squeezed out to almost nothing in an instant.

Even so, it's not enough, there's not enough room to breathe, and even so, the capacity and scope of one's heart are still insufficient.

This is a level of chaos and bloat never seen before.

She saw the seemingly sturdy, old house collapse in the near future, saw the motorcycle crash into the bridge for unknown reasons, and saw shop owners start arguing over adding too much vinegar.

All of this is chaos, a tangled mess of clues.

Until that furthest point.

That didn't even unfold continuously.

There were only a few blurry images.

A view I had never seen before when I first awakened my power.

—Aponia would rather continue in chaos.

Because the final prophecy that comes out is decisive and completely negates all the messy emotions that have appeared, it is utterly unacceptable.

Just as when a person is drowsy, only something stimulating and frightening enough can force them to wake up.

—The destruction of paradise.

The peaceful town will be shattered, everyone will die, and only the beautiful young girl will be left kneeling in the ruins, weeping, her dim eyes no longer able to see a glimmer of light.

This innate power to see the future has already proclaimed everything, truthfully presenting the tragedies of the future, and everything seen will inevitably come true, just like Twilight Street, just like the sanatorium.

She couldn't accept that such a tragedy had befallen her; a disaster like the destruction of Twilight Street struck again, shattering this beautiful dream.

and so……

Aponia was already waiting and welcoming the boy before he actually arrived.

She must try to rewrite the terrible possibilities that are about to unfold.

Even if the process may not be so pleasant.

Aponia lowered her brows, like a compassionate saint, gently pressing her fingertips on the plump fruit, as if suppressing the sorrow in her heart.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Jiang Cheng, you may not understand my actions, but… in order to prevent the Eternal Paradise from suffering that disaster again.”

"Please..."

"Leave Alicia's side."

……

The darkness remained, with only a blurry outline visible. It was as if the room had never been designed with any light source in mind when it was built.

Aponia had somehow managed to stand up under the cover of the shadows, her slender fingers pressed against her chest in a gesture of prayer.

She was so tall that it almost made one suspect that her body was inherently sinful, meant to evoke desires hidden in the hearts of others.

The shadows obscured the face, and the white hooded jumpsuit and long golden hair made seeing any detail of that face an impossible dream.

No matter how you look at it, she's just a nun with an excessively good figure.

Apart from……

—Jiangcheng.

……

99. Why are my memories so fragmented?

The dark pupils shimmered in the darkness, like the ancient and distant starry sky shining in the night sky. Universal darkness could not block the starlight, because the starlight in the Milky Way was something that existed countless light-years away.

The boy could clearly see the inhuman features in those bright blue eyes, which contained an ability that could almost be described as authority.

Perhaps the humanoid cataclysms are not as visually destructive as the Herrschers, nor can they bring the same level of physical strength and vitality as Honkai energy.

This ability remains as dazzling and remarkable as ever.

The moment Aponia unleashed her power, it was as if a glimmer of light had been lit in the endless darkness—no matter how evil its nature might be, or whether it was just a pattern drawn with a paintbrush.

In the thick, pitch-black darkness, even the statues were obscured. In the backlit room, no lamps or candles were needed; her presence was like a candle flame, illuminating a corner.

The voice, as small as a drop of water yet continuous, is like a moth fluttering in a dim candlelight, casting its own shadow in the light.

She was clearly frail and weak, just like the nun who was powerless to even kill a chicken, yet she seemed to possess some kind of magic that brought people a sense of peace.

"please……"

"—Never see Alicia again."

……

Um?

?

?.

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Seeing the girl's pitiful eyes, as if she were repenting for the wrong she was about to do, and the unease that the simple words had already struck his heart, he could no longer maintain his calm and natural expression.

“Aponia…”

"You are……"

"say what?!"

He lost his voice.

……

The gentle smile that had come to help had vanished without a trace, and even the clear tone of his voice had been distorted.

It's incomprehensible why such a drastic change occurred in what should have been a peaceful daily life, and why a casual act of helping others led to disaster.

I can't understand why my body would tremble just from a few words.

There is no time.

No chance.

Jiangcheng has already 'heard' it.

……

Like a demonic chant that urges one to death, the voice, spoken with the holy and devout posture of a nun, is actually a sound of self-destruction that twists and distorts the mind.

Before he could even lower his hand to greet them, and with the usual smile he wore when greeting the townspeople, the boy who had come specifically to help others suddenly stiffened, his gentle smile becoming as rigid as a machine.

The deep blue pupils seemed to be forcefully squeezed in by something, and the self that should have been distorted was stirred up by a new force that created a vast wave.

No matter how turbulent the ocean may have been, or how many things lay hidden in its deepest depths, unknown and untold, at least the surface is now calm and tranquil, free from any further disturbances.

Until now.