Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

If ordinary individuals choose such force when faced with understandable, historical trends, how much more so would beings beyond humanity?

To solve that problem, at least to make it less bad than it appears, there is indeed only one possible answer.

—Find the people who are truly important.

—Find that person who is truly important and indispensable.

This is the only solution.

No matter how majestic a tornado is, it will eventually have an eye. Perhaps no matter how many people try, they cannot stop the gale or bring an end to the raging natural disaster.

But if we could launch an attack directly from the eye of the storm and eliminate it completely at its source, then the raging wind would surely stop, right?

The scene Aponia saw through the threads of fate was not particularly complete; it was impossible to see everything in detail. However, that scene had already clearly explained all the important core characters.

There are only two people in the scene: besides Alicia, who is the absolute protagonist, there is only the person who is most important to her.

……

【--you.】

[As a crucial eye of the storm, Alicia's beloved has a fundamentally different identity from ordinary residents and nuns. Even the seemingly indispensable Thousand Tribulations is not as important as you.]

Without the Thousand Tribulations Paradise, chaos might ensue, a period of stagnation might occur, and even a great deal of trouble might arise. Many things that could only be done by one person would lose the one who possessed all the skills.

The potential negative effects of all this will ultimately be only temporary.

—Alicia is still here.

That girl is the sole core of paradise.

As long as Alicia is there, Paradise can never truly descend into chaos.

That allure, coupled with a faith that had been elevated to a divine status, served as the best anesthetic, enough to allow everyone in the town to live peacefully.

……

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101. You cannot accept being deceived.

[The authority from the origin can even isolate the erosion of Honkai energy, ensuring that a pure paradise of humanity and pure time can still be preserved in the current marathon-like competition between humanity and Honkai.]

[Aside from Alicia, Paradise won't be destroyed even if anyone else is lost; the duration of the chaos depends solely on whether the girl is willing to intervene.]

If the girl had intervened immediately, perhaps even the tiny ripples created by a pebble thrown into a pond would not have occurred.

However, for this young girl, eternal paradise was not what she cared about most, and could hardly be considered an important item.

This paradise, this beauty, this innocence, this secluded, fairytale-like dreamland of yesteryear, was created solely for one person.

If it weren't for that one person, the girl would probably continue to live a life where even returning home was an extremely rare occurrence.

A small town cannot be called a home, a room cannot be called a home, a villa cannot be called a home, things that hold memories of the past cannot be called a home, and neither can one's own property and creations.

There is only one true home, and there will always be only one.

Home is where the people you can't bear to leave are.

In a sense, in this dreamlike, paradise-like town, you are more important than Alicia, and someone you absolutely cannot act rashly towards.

If you were to rewrite your behavior, reshape your actions, and make yourself do things you would never normally do, it would undoubtedly create far more profound and far-reaching changes than any ordinary person could, enough to reshape the future.

This idea is strange and hard to understand.

[Yet some people have already believed it.]

Aponia's thinking has always been so simple and direct; she firmly believes in what she thinks she can solve all problems.

[Back in Twilight Street, even knowing the problem was serious, they continued to take in people suffering from Honkai disease.]

[Going to the deepest depths, constantly using the precepts and one's own abilities, even while conducting experiments.]

This was especially true when staff imposed strict rules on ordinary soldiers, believing it would rekindle their hope.

The worse problem now is that Aponia has done so many wrong things, and her guilt has piled up layer after layer. She is now quite aware of the limits of her abilities and what she can do.

The repeated tragedies she was powerless to change, the disasters she witnessed time and again, had forced her to develop a certain level of self-awareness.

[Even under these circumstances, tragedies still occur one after another; the devastating consequences of corruption can still befall those who chase the flame.]

[What stands before you now is someone completely inexperienced, who has only been away from Twilight Street for a few years, and whose forced departure from his own sanatorium wasn't even due to taking in too many Honkai patients.]

[Aponia, who was simply unlucky enough to be caught in a massive collapse attack, and who didn't yet have a full understanding of her own abilities.]

The nun standing here now has absolutely no self-awareness whatsoever, you know?

……

Cherry blossoms bloom in abundance like a grand feast in the spring breeze, their petals fluttering and dancing in the air, a scene as beautiful as a poem or a painting. Sunlight filters through the gaps between the petals, casting a warm and bright glow, like the most beautiful smile of the season.

Drawn by the gentle breeze, the leaves droop from the treetops, swaying and dancing like a fairy far more beautiful than any flower.

The lake, which has been expanded many times over, ripples with blue waves, and even resembles the scene of seagulls returning to their moorings, distant sails reflecting the mountains and sea, and golden waves shining in the warm sun.

People on the street are bathed in the colors created by the blend of sunlight and the dreamy splendor of the mountains behind them, as they begin a new, peaceful, and harmonious day.

Living in a paradise, smiles are a natural expression; no matter how indifferent a person is, they can't possibly wear a long face in a warm and happy place.

Everything seemed so peaceful and calm, without anything superfluous or different from this beauty and fairytale dream.

The doors and windows were wide open, allowing the floor and furniture in the room to be bathed in light, while a gentle breeze carried in a cherry blossom petal, along with its fresh fragrance.

That flower, which is almost a symbol of Alicia, is something everyone looks forward to sending blessings to, but no one can enter that one and only room.

A cherry blossom petal gently tapped against the window, sending out its delicate knocking sound. Even the fragrance wafted in through the crack, yet no one paid it any attention.

Aponia breathed a deep breath, the weak pressure from being bound and squeezed together by the fabric almost making her clothes burst at the next second, and her delicate fingertips pressed against her chest seemed so insignificant.

This is the first time I've given my rules to someone important, and the first time I've used this method to issue seriously prescribed disciplinary requirements to someone else.

In the Twilight Street, there are almost no people who deserve and should be given precepts, and even if one wanted to use them, there would be very few opportunities to do so.

Ignoring the importance of the matter itself, simply using it, and only using it on a boy for the first time, was still an adventure for her.

If there hadn't been a truly unsolvable problem, Aponia wouldn't have chosen to try and rewrite the worst possible outcome on her own.

Until I felt my power had reached my heart.

Make sure you have given your own precepts.

It was determined that I, as a butterfly, had stirred up a hurricane.

Only then did Aponia dare to relax a little, and the fingers that had been pressing down on her soft flesh were no longer as tense and rough as before.

That should put your mind at ease.

That outcome probably wouldn't have happened then, right?

……

In its deep blue starry eyes, it was as if countless stars had suddenly been lit up in the endless night, reflecting the ancient and lonely light hanging in the sky like a mirror, shimmering and flickering like breathing stars.

Clearly just ordinary pupils, just the eyes of life, yet the moment they gaze upon something feels like standing atop a high mountain, watching the twinkling stars in the sky, raising your head to face the trembling cold wind and looking out at the vast, boundless night sky.

Noisy yet silent, brilliant yet lonely. All the splendor hangs high, looking down upon all living beings, billions of miles away, unattainable.

Like countless eyes, yet not pure darkness, not a pure black without a trace of light or brightness, but a deep blue color like the deep sea.

It's as if you're not looking up at the sky, but at the sea at night, and the stars are just reflections of light in the water.

Tiny individuals and stars, silent as eternity, radiant and noisy, seemingly unaware that they are being looked up to. Like mayflies and the vast ocean, each has its own measure.

It is completely different from ordinary people and things, and is by no means something that can be seen by ordinary people's eyes.

Incomprehensible.

Unable to investigate.

Even instinct is rejecting it.

I can't muster even the slightest thought to explore it.

At least Aponia did sense for a moment that something flashed in those eyes that far surpassed even the so-called threads of fate.

A strange unease and fear, indescribable in any specific words, had unknowingly crept into that overly abundant heart.

That is the fear of mortals gazing into the abyss, gazing into the night sky; it is the fear of knowing that something will change, yet having no idea what that change will actually happen.

It seems that her actions, this application of the precept, punctured something as fragile as a bubble.

"How……"

"what happened?"

……

The tone that came out of her mouth had lost its compassionate concern; instead, it was replaced by a panicked helplessness that shouldn't belong to a nun.

His voice revealed a tone that was somewhat incomprehensible, filled with inappropriate emotions and a loss of composure.

—It's all meaningless.

The coldness in those eyes remained, but the heart, utterly destroyed and shattered by the flood, was once again embraced by the sea, leaving not a trace of its former self.

Ultimately, it's just a case of locking the barn door after the horse has bolted.

The narrow corners of her eyes, accentuated by vermilion, were revealing emotions that shouldn't have been there, emotions that had long been suppressed.

"Thank you for reminding me of something, some... memories that are not quite the same as what Alicia was talking about."

"Vilvie, a girl with dark gold hair, a girl with low self-esteem, a birthday present that was only given once, and a cherry blossom in full bloom."

"what……"