Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

There is no doubt that what I did was this kind of behavior.

The boy wasn't even woken up by a robotic arm, nor by a factory alarm clock, nor by any calamity created by humankind. He was something that shouldn't have happened; he was turned into a monster while in eternal slumber.

I've lost my feelings.

Even the self must be lost.

Become a demon that destroys the world.

Everything that was once cherished has become wasteland at this moment.

He no longer loved Wilvi, nor could he feel Wilvi's love for him; he became merely a tool to forgive himself and satisfy his own desires.

After the despair and emptiness of losing everything, only himself appears before him, using ugly and dirty sorrow to awaken the boy's memories, using the pain he himself has created, and the falsehoods and fallacies that come from his lips.

It is precisely because of his own existence that Jiang Cheng's life has become so turbulent.

……

Today, the last thing Alicia thought she had done that was right and acceptable has finally been proven wrong.

Perhaps Herrschers like me shouldn't exist, shouldn't even exist, so that Jiangcheng, Vervi, and humanity could be happier.

The girl had no more ideas.

At this moment, the only emotion that can survive in my heart, the only emotion that can be preserved, the only emotion that can still be felt as burning, the only emotion that has not been torn apart or worn away.

All that remains is hatred and destruction.

He regretted why he chose to ignore the boy.

They wanted to create a paradise, but they neglected the thoughts of individuals and, in the confusion of their search, forgot the paradise they truly wanted to find.

A paradise without smiles, songs, birds and breezes, and loved ones is essentially just a larger prison.

So……

Is there anything left to hesitate about?

Alicia bit her soft lips, letting blood seep out, and with a resolute determination toward destruction, her slender fingertips clicked the third option.

……

Whatever you've been through during this time, for the first time now, you're incredibly close to the possibility of victory.

Perhaps because of countless tragedies, even the slightest breeze of calamity now feels like an approaching ripple.

A person who has spent their life navigating the ocean can discern the weather, the direction of the waves, and even the conditions beneath the surface by observing the smallest ripples.

You're not actually a good swimmer; you've only become accustomed to it through experience, your body forced to remember the pain of countless struggles and suffocation.

Even those who have little tolerance for calamities are forced to develop a keen sense of perception after experiencing enough misfortunes.

People who are always getting beaten up are likely to have more fragile bodies than normal people; their battered bones are powerless to withstand any excessive harm.

[The ability to stand up again after being hurt countless times and exhausted only exists in novels and anime, in those protagonists with superhuman willpower.]

But for those who have drowned countless times, those who survive to the end will surely gain something different.

At least when it comes to avoiding attacks from others.

At least in matters of enduring pain.

At least in terms of sensing the storm.

Those who are always covered in wounds, always adrift at sea, forced to taste suffocation time and time again, must be stronger than ordinary people.

You can already feel the threads of fate.

You can already sense the critical point of the disaster.

Like a rope, it coils around you, binds your fingertips, connects your body, restricts your joints, strangles your neck, and seduces your lips, aiming to reduce you to a miserable, puppet-like state.

[If nothing unexpected happens or there's any resistance, then what follows will probably be a ridiculous and foolish daily routine in the most humiliating way for a teenager.]

[On this matter, which from the very beginning has no right or wrong, we engage in a daily routine that is equally devoid of right and wrong.]

[——How is it possible? ]

There is definitely something in this world that can rewrite all the mistakes you've made; there must be something that can put everything back on track.

[The power from the very beginning, an unparalleled miracle, is also the ability that you should have ended your life from the very start.]

This power you call love possesses the strength to shatter all destiny, all tragedy, and all predetermined death.

Perhaps you can't use it well, because you still don't know what love truly is; you only know it, but you don't understand it.

[But what if it's just about shattering fate, clearing away this deal that should never have existed in the first place, simply breaking free from the boy's shackles?]

Even if it were me...

"It's definitely possible to do it."

……

The withered yellow leaves drifted in the wind, like dying butterflies flapping their wings, accompanied by the howling of the wind, forming a natural musical instrument with the slightly swaying branches and leaves, heart-wrenching and echoing in the empty valley, blowing the hem of the girl's dress, the layers of princess skirt blooming like flowers.

The crystal flower from the stars and moon bloomed once more.

The threads binding the girl were broken, the marionette tore apart the control over fate, and the pen and the predetermined story were shattered.

Its enormous size and unimaginable energy, far exceeding its previous determination, were once again displayed without reservation.

If any satellites are still alive in the sky and happen to capture this scene from outer space, they will see a strange gap suddenly appear in the clouds of the Fire-Chasing Moth, with a huge hole emerging from the center of this gap.

The sky was pierced through—

The sky, which was originally shrouded in endless darkness under the clouds and should have been covered up like the end of the world along with the countless Honkai Beasts, was cleanly torn in two from the direction where the meteor fell.

It's as if a god has unleashed a giant pebble, swiftly and cleanly piercing the sky with a single blow, leaving a flat cross-section so clear that one can see right through the clouds, revealing the distance from the troposphere to the thermosphere.

This power, which does not belong to this planet or even the galaxy, brought forth a brilliance that does not belong to the human world on the broken planet.

This is the end.

Everything begins.

In the name of Origin.

Alicia gently closed her eyes, feeling the power emanating from the Origin Sea, and the Cocoon of the End standing above the dimensions of reality.

This is the source of all the calamities that humanity has suffered, and this power can be found not only on Earth, Mars, and Venus, but throughout the entire galaxy.

When one is completely connected to this power, all traces of life that were destroyed and wailed due to the collapse are revealed in their entirety.

I don't have the ability to help so many people.

only need to……

Saving just one person is enough.

As if a domino effect had been triggered, starting with the ruins of this spiral workshop, the remaining buildings were continuously torn apart and twisted, and the intense sunlight of dawn was swallowed up in an instant, leaving not a trace.

Time seemed to have gone awry; at a time when it should have been the most brilliant and bright, it was given the dark and gloomy night sky that belonged only to the evening.

Until the girl opened her eyes and saw the brilliance of a shooting star streak across the sky once more, bringing with it the resolve to burn herself out even in destruction to illuminate the night sky.

So what if the brilliance of a meteor is only fleeting? After all the external things have burned away, what remains is the meteorite from outer space.

A fleeting moment of brilliance is already enough to be romantic; in the end, all that remains is the relentless forging and tempering under high temperatures, burning out the most precious and priceless treasure.

In an instant, it was as if I had stepped into another world. Everything around me became exceptionally vast, with countless stars hanging down like a flowing stream, connecting the sky and the earth. The flawless light transformed into the shape of waves, sprinkling down silver stars, which were dyed into a dreamy pink and blue.

Alicia held the flowers in her hands, just as she had done the last time she stepped into this place, pouring out her own power, transforming them into a dreamy pink that shone with the flawless brilliance of humanity against the dark and deep night sky.

Even without the sun.

Even without the sky.

That light, symbolizing life and hope, and named after the origin, still shines its own color without any concealment from the sky.

Like stars that only exist in fairy tales, they streak across the sky, reflected in the crystal-clear petals, shimmering with the splendor of a seven-colored rainbow.

The night sky was lit up, and the starry sky, which was cold with despair, seemed to be adorned with pink shooting stars, igniting light in the unreachable billions of miles away.

Just like the arrival of the girl that day, she brought a touch of hope to a world that should have been in despair.

[The stars and moon sent God's daughter; He desires to be humanity's companion.]

[And now, the end is near.]

[Now, the time for return has come.]

Don't let any life block your experience, and don't let other people's mistakes hurt you.

"Jiangcheng..."

"Please..."

"Let's embrace this beautiful world once again!"

……

What her slender hands held was the essence of humanity, the very essence of everything Alicia had experienced—a power truly capable of rewriting everything.

Even an inevitable fate can be changed.

Even the self that was tragically locked away was released.

Perhaps this cannot change all the tragedies, cannot possess all the qualities, cannot truly create anything beyond imagination, lacks the power to crush everything, and transcending time is a pipe dream destined from the beginning; all that can be grasped is a negligible amount.

At least for now, at least now that there is no way to save her, this power can save the girl's heart and that one and only boy.

Please correct the mistakes, please end the greatest disaster I have caused, and restore Jiangcheng to its rightful place—the ordinary and unremarkable self.

He doesn't need to be so unique, so brilliant, so absolutely gentle, or even love me so steadfastly. He doesn't need to always look at me with such tenderness. That ordinary boy is the one I love.

……

132. Right now, I'm far from thinking about parting ways. [4k]

Jiangcheng.