Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

Jiang Cheng felt inexplicably dissatisfied, as if a pent-up anger was pressing on his chest, making even breathing feel like his trachea was blocked.

I'm not as good as you think.

I am not some kind of sun, nor do I deserve to be called perfect. From the very beginning, I was just an ordinary mortal.

I only chatted with you to kill time because I couldn't find emotional relief from Alicia and felt ignored and disregarded.

Light was impure from the beginning, and cannot be compared with the sun. The sun shines its light on everything, while I only scattered a little bit of light haphazardly after hitting a wall elsewhere. This insignificant little bit is held up and regarded as a treasure by others.

They risked everything, risked their lives, and had the courage to run towards the cliff, but they didn't have the courage to ask for more, even if such a request was just a fantasy, they didn't dare to imagine asking for even a little more.

Even this small amount can only lead to loss...

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"—I succeeded."

Jiang Cheng agreed.

Jiang Cheng agreed to leave that arrogant and extravagant girl, agreed to join the Spiral Workshop, and agreed to become himself... to become the master of the Spiral Workshop.

From now on, I can see Jiang Cheng every day, without having to spy on him like before. Instead, I can see him openly and honestly, just like Alicia.

No longer just as online friends, or as potentially insignificant chat partners.

He and I are now true friends and companions.

How can it be……

Am I dreaming?

I must be dreaming.

I must be daydreaming; something like this could never happen in real life.

what……

If it really was just a dream.

Please let this dream last a little longer.

Someone like me can only find a little bit of beauty in daydreams.

But even if it's just a dream, a dream of being with Jiang Cheng, it's a dream I never dared to fantasize about before.

……

—This is not a dream.

This is not a dream.

Jiang Cheng really did sleep in the room next to mine. Whenever I went out, I could see him washing up, lifting his long hair that was still damp on his forehead.

He even said 'hello' to me...

He would even greet me.

He would even smile at me.

what……

what……

what……

I feel like my body is melting.

It was so incredibly enthusiastic!

I truly heard that voice, so full of care, blessings, and comfort!

There is no negativity involved, no malicious intent, and no mockery or jealousy... It is a true blessing, a small blessing that comes every day in life.

Simply unimaginable.

Will I ever receive such a greeting in the future?

How can someone like me, a rat who can only stay in dark corners and spy on other people's happy and wonderful lives, receive such a greeting?

It seems like my life has entered a new phase.

She can break free from most of the sadness and loneliness of the past, and experience unconditional love, just like Alicia did before.

To commemorate this absolutely special day, a day whose importance even surpasses one's so-called birthday, the day of one's birth.

—I've decided that I will never wear panties in front of Jiang Cheng again.

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There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

118. The Birth of Tragedy, So That's How It Is [Free]

I see……

Did Velvi stop wearing panties from that time on?

I thought it was because after that incident where the entire ○-man stepped down from his seat, he deliberately stopped wearing it so that he could sincerely apologize in this manner at any time.

I originally thought that such a prediction was an overestimation of the girl's abilities, but I really didn't expect that the idea would not be so extreme.

No wonder it sometimes felt a little too soft when I patted it; Vilvi's rosy cheeks looked so delicate that they seemed to be dripping blood.

In certain situations, a person's sensitivity increases significantly, whether it's psychological shame or a real physical one.

The impact felt is ultimately more intense than when protected by a layer of fabric, and the pain is felt even more acutely, along with the shyness.

Although when he saw Wilvi's excessively red face, and sincerely apologized, promising never to do it again, what he inevitably experienced was the girl's unwavering denial of his apology, bowing...

Vilvi will never deny or negate anything about herself, not even limited to the word "things," but truly everything and everything.

Even the smallest whim or an unintentional remark from a young girl will be remembered, prompting her to drop everything to fulfill that wish.

Not caring about time or place, and believing that no job can ever surpass one's own potential is just a casual thought.

This love weighs on the scales to the extreme, yet it also makes itself as light as possible, lighter than a feather, lighter than a grain of sand.

Even if she were to ask for something extremely unreasonable, Wilvi would probably bite her lip and agree without hesitation, despite her fear.

Even fear might simply be the worry that one won't do well enough, won't be able to perform those excessive and inappropriate behaviors.

Even if you want to refute something, as long as you look directly into those soft, gentle eyes, you won't have any strength left to refute.

What kind of good-for-nothing is this...?

Even ignoring everything that is known to humankind, and even the highest level of intelligence that a human being could theoretically produce.

This love itself is like a cannon; once fired, it will inevitably bring victory.

An inferiority complex simply makes firing a shot a little more difficult.

This is something that was bound to happen.

People who don't understand love, or who haven't received healthy love in a healthy environment, lack the normal and healthy ability to love others.

Abnormal people do not know what kind of distance should be maintained in interpersonal relationships. They have never experienced it firsthand, and naturally they have never known how being too close or too distant can affect the feelings of others.

Humans are experience-based animals; only by experiencing things firsthand can we apply them in practice. What we don't know, we can never know.

Nothing in the world appears out of thin air. Even the seemingly godlike Herrscher needs Honkai energy as its source of power.

When such people encounter someone they yearn to pursue, they often end up in two extremes.

Too distant or too close.

Each of these represents a pause signifying the rapid end of a relationship.

Being overly close can make others think that an unhealthy person lacks a sense of distance and doesn't know how to maintain boundaries, as if they want to force their way into every situation.

If you become too distant, others will feel that they are not valued or cared about.

Relationships between people are more delicate than the most fragile flower. If they are not properly cared for and protected with the precious barriers of action and distance, they will eventually be worn down by the winds and sands of the outside world.

For those whose emotions are not so deep, at most it will create one wound after another, leaving indelible pain and making them feel lonely.

But if it's someone you absolutely cannot let go of, absolutely cannot give up on, absolutely cannot accept losing, someone more precious than your own life.

That pain, that level of importance, is enough to kill you just by losing this act.

seem……

The only way is to treat yourself like a pet, like a plaything, and use the full-body kotatsu (a form of self-punishment) to show everything about yourself to that person.

They stayed regardless of everything, displaying everything they had, like merchants offering their possessions for others to choose from.

It doesn't matter if I'm as lowly as a dog, or as cheap as a roadside stone...

Even the smallest thing is better than simply discarding it.

what……

Really.

I clearly wanted to escape all of this.

I still can't help but think about things related to her.

It's been revisited again.

It offers a much clearer perspective than a simple one, allowing readers to see everything they had shared from Wilvi's point of view, with nuanced psychological descriptions.

The fact that a simulator can be given such a name as "tragedy" suggests that it was indeed a tragedy shared by everyone from the very beginning.

If Alicia saw all this, she would probably feel even worse than I do.

Unlike sadness, it is the fear that something beautiful is about to be shattered.