Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

Velvi is indeed not to be ignored...

That love should never be ignored.

Even if the girl's last words, the pocket watch she left behind, were to tell him to forget her, the boy wouldn't be that foolish.

This forgetting is not a denial of love, but rather the greatest sublimation of love.

Vilvi was even willing to trample on love and affection for her own sake.

—To keep myself from being sad.

She could even tell herself her first lie.

—To avoid suffering.

The girl clearly cherished all of this the most.

For Mingming, who was insecure, every moment of love was very important.

It was incredibly difficult for her to even realize that this wasn't just bubbles in the sunlight, and that it wouldn't suddenly disappear, leaving only bubbly water.

The girl's heart is hard to settle down. She feels panicked because of her deep-seated inferiority complex and the experiences etched into her soul.

I feel uneasy if I can't smell my own scent for even a moment, and I tremble with fear if I can't see myself for even a second.

She was utterly unable to return to darkness after having witnessed the light, or to venture into the icy abyss again after having felt warmth once more.

This unacceptance and sense of inferiority were intertwined, and for this young girl, perhaps the only thing she could truly call a treasure was...

--like.

Just as the saying "the world is not black and white" is often used as a cover for some people to seek profit and refuse to explore further, if you actually believe it, then you can completely decouple it from intelligence.

At least Jiang Cheng has never forgotten, and will never forget, the pain that nearly tore his heart apart, shattered his soul, and shredded his stomach.

Now, it's just that one unstoppable event after another is slowly corroding and eroding everything, like a gradual, persistent, watery punishment.

time……

Habit……

What immense power!

It could even transform Otto from a rebel hero who initially joined because of Saint Kallen into an evil person who enjoys human experimentation and whose early appearances are almost always accompanied by human experimentation that shows no regard for life.

A shameless person who would drop a nuclear bomb on Cecilia's location without hesitation simply out of fear or worry about Siegfried's power.

It wasn't even to fight the Honkai; it was even thrown specifically in their direction after Cecilia calmed Sirin's rampage.

He was able to do it even after his most loyal subordinates died.

Siegfried's lover was killed by his own explosion.

He was killed by his own explosion after the Great Collapse had been resolved.

The man who was known as the dragon-slaying hero still chose to return to Destiny, only his life began to fall apart after he lost the most important person in his life.

They used their daughters, the daughters of their own men, the orphans of heroes, and such young girls as girls to conduct human experiments, cloning hundreds of experimental subjects.

Perhaps the person named Otto was not, by nature, someone who could be described as good or normal.

From the very beginning, they were people who could participate in black-box experiments and treat human lives as toys or jokes.

This is enough to prove that time and years wear down one's will.

If this continues for a while longer...

It seems that Jiang Cheng is now only stubborn in his words, merely maintaining a facade of unwillingness to accept things easily, a case of saying one thing but meaning another.

Until a scene appeared before my eyes that I had never imagined since my resurrection.

Until a cruel, terrifying, and chilling choice appeared before me.

None of the three options lead to a good ending.

It's no longer about the players; just by thinking from Jiang Cheng's perspective and seeing things through Jiang Cheng's eyes, we can already see the final outcome.

Again.

That feeling seems to have returned.

That tangled, stretched emotion.

It cuts away bit by bit, like gears, a feeling that is both painful and indescribable.

There was no blade to speak of; it was merely the angular structure that struck the heart, inflicting repeated blunt trauma.

The occasional expectation that the truth would be revealed, and the hope of escaping false sweet talk, seems to have inadvertently turned into the fear of destroying the beauty before us.

what……

Aponia.

I seem to...

Now I can understand the concept of a thousand tribulations.

Why can't you do something without causing trouble?

I just hope we can find Alicia soon... so that she can at least land safely and not be smashed to pieces.

Option 1.

……

"—You've decided to go find Alicia."

[You no longer want to be met with that coquettish expression, that submissive posture, that attempt to change the subject, that self-reproach for not being able to save you immediately, pouting as he hands you an entertainment whip made of dark gold.]

In the end, it was you who had to comfort Alicia, trying every possible way to extract some reason why the girl was innocent from memories that never even existed.

So much so that when you're pinned down by Alicia, you often don't even realize you're already showing signs of exhaustion.

[Once or twice is fine, three or four times is fine, even more is fine, as long as it doesn't exhaust you every time, there's nothing wrong with this behavior as a couple.]

The only problem is that no matter how much you try to hide it or evade it, what exists exists, and what doesn't exist doesn't exist. And humanity can't hide from a problem forever.

[This is actually nothing much; you've simply seen a golden-haired girl from your memories, someone you might have a good relationship with.]

The only truly intimate contact I could have had with that girl whose name I couldn't recall was probably that glimpse of her dark gold panties in my memory.

[This was revealed unintentionally on an uphill section of road where there was a light breeze, and it was only seen by eye.]

What does this even mean?

Even now, you're still willing to believe Alicia, as long as she's willing to tell you reasons that convince you, or at least that you can accept.

Regardless of whether the memories are false, whether the words contain lies, or whether you have ever met another important friend.

Even a close friend can never compare to a lover who has never been apart, or a childhood sweetheart who has always been by your side.

It's impossible that Alicia actually broke up with you a long time ago, and that the girl who lingers in your mind is your lover.

"How could that be?"

[What you cling to so much, perhaps besides a deep-seated obsession you're unwilling to relinquish—an obsession buried since the very first day you arrived in Paradise, a desire to clarify the specific falsehoods within your memories—is simply transparency.]

[—You are transparent.]

Alicia once told you that as the most important lover in the world, you should never hide anything from another person.

[For this, you even specifically mentioned all your hobbies and fantasies, including some suggestive comics you bought from Padovalis.]

That night, although you didn't realize all your comics had disappeared, you witnessed something a thousand times more terrifying than losing your collection.

Alicia has restored all your fantasies; the smile on her delicate lips is more terrifying than a billion murderers.

Just gazing into those beautiful, misty eyes, those diamond-shaped pupils seemingly sculpted into hearts by something called affection, can send a primal, dull ache through your kidneys.

You clearly didn't hide anything from the girl.

How could Alicia, as your lover, hide anything from you?

……

103. Aponia: I think I...did something wrong.

"These are some clear yet vague fragments of memory. It seems that this time I really need to be impolite and get to the bottom of things."

"As my most important lover, there shouldn't be any falsehoods or secrets between us. Isn't this... something Alicia herself told me?"

"The collapsed plan, the truth and the falsehood, the reality and the illusion, I really can't tell anymore."

Her hair, as dark and deep as the endless ocean, was gently lifted by a breeze from somewhere, revealing eyes that had regained some of their humanity.

But the words that came out of her lips again were no longer as gentle as before; her desire to help others had been completely shattered.

Now all that remains is a mixture of inexplicable, bittersweet feelings, everything shattered after the chaos.

Those were the remaining fragments and broken stones after the flood tore through the dam.

Memories that surface in her mind, things that her instincts compel her to trust, the falsehoods and fallacies spoken by Alicia, and the denial of all that has passed.

A contradictory and strange feeling, as if all the emotions that had been diverted from the topic were merely suppressed, buried deep in the soil like seeds, ready to sprout quickly when a drop of dew falls.

The so-called shifting of the topic is nothing but a lie. Only the topic is shifted, but the truth is buried, and emotions are endlessly stored up.

The absurdity of this practice goes so far as to bury the seeds in soil, attempting to suppress them so they cannot germinate or grow.

What's the point?

Have.

There are undeniable facts.

Emotions do not disappear; no matter how much you suppress them, they will eventually remain. But just like love, emotions can be transferred. They can be transformed from resentment, complaints, and doubts into love, warmth, and enjoyment.

The wear and tear brought on by time and habit can even tear a rock apart beyond recognition, and one day the boy will become the shape of Alicia.

Not only physically, but also habitually, hobbiesfully, and even spiritually, one day he will never be able to leave that flawless girl.

This is not something as simple as one plus one, something that can be easily solved with a little action and a little time.