Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

indignation.

unwilling.

The words have lost all their beauty and splendor.

Because the genius's ability to pour a great deal of emotion into their writing is extremely amplified.

It was clearly just a distorted, somewhat crude stimulation, yet it felt like a cry from the soul, revealing all the emotions in the final moment.

Not accepted.

Absolutely not.

Absolutely unacceptable.

Absolutely unacceptable.

No matter how understated the initial description may be, it cannot conceal the loss of emotional control, and the subsequent writing completely abandons the existence of reason.

The use of plural words is not a rhetorical device; it is simply a way of venting emotions that have been suppressed to the extreme and cannot be expressed.

Just by reading the words, one can almost feel the girl's resentment in the moment before her death, and her inability to accept that her lover had been taken away.

No matter how well you know your preparations are correct, in the end, no one can calmly accept the worst possible outcome for themselves.

Velvi...

He was really just an ordinary person with some talent.

Whether it's disappointment, sadness, happiness, excitement, exhilaration, or indifference, the feelings in one's heart are just ordinary emotions.

Hidden beneath the exterior of genius is a fragile heart that is no different from that of ordinary people, and even more vulnerable to various kinds of hurt due to its emotional sensitivity.

Anticipating something and actually seeing the predicted result are two completely different things. The former can only be called caution, an unnecessary action when bored, while the latter is the actual arrival of the most desperate scenario that was predicted.

Just as humanity has had contingency plans for nuclear war ever since the invention of nuclear weapons.

But absolutely no one wants this filing to take effect.

Even when dealing with the most elite architectural engineers.

pity……

It's all too late now.

……

The wind blew across the desolate ruins, its howling echoing through the broken buildings, passing through the damaged openings with a mournful cry.

Even though the wreckage of the past has been partially cleared of dust by the force of gravity, what is revealed is no longer the technologically advanced city it once was.

Only half of the original structure remains, still resembling the Tower of Babel from mythology, a testament to its past glory.

In the central area of ​​the ruins, the most dilapidated and scattered parts, apart from the plaque, there is nothing left to prove the place's usefulness.

The walls had collapsed and rubble was scattered everywhere. Unlike other places where grand ruins remained, this workshop felt more like a home for the two of them.

Spiral Workshop...

Perhaps we should remove the last two words.

It would be more appropriate to change it to "Spiral House".

From the very beginning, every word that came out of Wilvi's mouth was the most sincere confession. At the birthday party, she never compromised in any way, never directly saying "I love you," but simply because of her inferiority complex that she did not think she was worthy of him.

For people who are insecure and lack love, emotions are incredibly heavy. The moment they make a choice, they reveal everything about themselves.

There is no intermediate stage, no romantic escalation; once she has decided on her lover, Wilvi will not think about anything else.

Spiral Workshop's designs have always been reserved for wedding rooms, a secluded paradise for two people to live in together, and a symbol of a brand new journey.

Home and work are completely opposite places, and the warmth revealed in the decoration can still be preserved even as the years wear and tear.

Perhaps because this place was once the best protected, the invasion of Honkai energy was relatively less, and life has not been completely wiped out.

The ruins, now exposed to the light of day, are still covered with weeds and vines. The wild grasses sway in the wind, seemingly silently recounting all the warmth lost in the past.

The defensive measures that could preserve the plants and the last trace of life could not protect the girl who was truly meant to be protected.

The ruins, relentlessly worn down by time, are scattered with broken furniture, shattered glass, and souvenirs. These remnants emit a low, mournful sound, like forgotten memories weeping in the wind.

The scene before me might still bear some resemblance to what I read in the diary—the same structure, and paintings that still retain a trace of color.

The tool, which records Wilvi's sudden inspirations, is an ingeniously designed device that is still barely usable to this day.

It seems that everything still retains the shadow of the past, given to its former master. However, the spiral workshop has lost the warmth that was engraved there, leaving only a silent desolation, filled with despair and cruelty.

The howling wind and sand, the desolate roar, have become fragments of the abandoned past, bearing witness to the erosion of time and the changes of the years.

Jiang Cheng gently raised his head and looked at the dark gold fabric that was being blown by the wind and swirling in the air—the once soft material was now rough and tattered, and its original elegant style was completely unrecognizable.

My first encounter with Vervi was in the wind, during a season when cherry blossoms were in full bloom, a pink petal drifting gently on the breeze.

Like the flowing melody of an accordion, delicate and lingering, gentle and melodious, the coffee-colored skirt is blown by the wind, like flying flowers constantly blooming, withering and dying.

It was an uphill road, a chance encounter. I was excitedly preparing for my birthday party and had no idea that the person I bumped into when I looked up would become an important partner who would influence the rest of my life.

At that moment, I gently caught the girl's clothes as they were blown by the wind. They were as soft as flower petals. The height at which the delicate hat flew was just right. If it were any higher, I might not have been able to reach it. If it were any lower, I might not have been able to lift my head. The flowers danced in the wind and were injected into the girl.

Everything went so smoothly that it seemed as if a deity had designed a predetermined and unchangeable destiny.

But back then, I was holding a hat.

What you see now are panties.

As if transported back to the past, the boy's right hand, reaching out instinctively, grasped the girl's unclean fabric in the same manner as before.

In her dark pupils, it was as if she had returned to the past at some point, to the eyes of a young girl reflected in the black pupils that symbolized normal people.

A glimmer of pink light in her silver-gray eyes seemed to tinge the fluttering petals. The cherry blossoms, blooming at their most splendid moment, fell into the flawless silver-gray. Beneath that shyness and humility lay the purest of hearts.

in fact……

There's no such thing as suitable or unsuitable.

Aside from downward compatibility stemming from superiors, there is no such thing as a perfectly harmonious relationship without any problems.

When you see her smile... no, just seeing her make you happy, that proves she's the most important person in the world.

……

……

Vilvi is the most talented person in the world. In terms of talent and wisdom alone, probably no one in this era can compare with her.

This ability has reached a level that is beyond human comprehension, and is even beyond the capacity of the human body to bear, endure, or accept.

This is no longer a state that can be sustained by a species called human life, which has grown on this planet for millions of years and evolved countless times.

With this talent, one should understand better than anyone else in the world what is beneficial to oneself, what will lead to the worst possible outcome, and what kind of feelings will lead to a dead end.

No matter how talented, how powerful, or how many options there were, leading to a brighter future, or at least in a universal sense, all such paths would vanish once embarked upon, leaving only a dead end ahead.

Love.

It is enough to make even the gods fall for it, to make a perfect goddess willingly give her life, and even to live on bearing the name of a traitor; it is enough to make fools persecute countless heroes and transform into the ultimate demon.

It's unfortunate to fall in love with someone from the bottom of your heart, because you don't know what changes you'll make for that person.

The word "like" has multiple meanings. Like a cabbage, once you cut it open, it becomes an undeniable love.

Love is more cruel than any curse. Even the most gifted genius will be ignited like a moth to a flame, recklessly burning themselves out, until not even a trace of ashes remains.

This is not something that can be described in simple words. It becomes even more wondrous, especially in this already somewhat abnormal world.

No wonder……

Will Alicia be so fixated on this?

Just looking at it from outside the door is almost addictive, and can even arouse curiosity that should never exist in theory.

So, can people without emotions also feel that deep, heart-piercing sensation?

--have no idea.

That's too profound.

It's like asking a blind person what red means.

Even if the color is right in front of you, even with systematic learning, you still can't truly say that color aloud from a fresh perspective.

Jiang Cheng doesn't know if he's truly devoid of emotion, or if the shock he's experienced has caused him to temporarily lose the ability to discern his feelings.

Inexplicable……

I felt nothing at all.

There was not a single feeling whatsoever.

Only in a place that feels like the deepest part of the ocean, where even light cannot reach, is the pressure so immense that it cannot move an inch.

Opening his mouth, breathing, moving his eyes... it seemed that even his heart was being pressured, losing its ability to beat, and the trembling sound could not be heard.

……

At least I learned one thing.

Alicia's deception was actually a white lie.

It was an act of goodwill.

It could even be part of a backup plan that Vilvi prepared, to help herself completely forget her and escape the sadness of being alone.

That girl's designs were always so comprehensive; anything related to herself, anything truly crucial, would never go wrong.

Perhaps the reason they often make mistakes in other areas is because they hope to feel cared for rather than scolded after making a mistake.

It's even possible that they simply enjoy their occasional dissatisfaction, like a psychopath using their incompetence to prove the truth of everything.

Alicia's deception was not wrong; she was doing her best to help him and herself escape the sadness of the past.