Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

silence

There is only silence.

Until the mind finally has nowhere to hide, nowhere to avoid, and is about to be found by the light in the darkest crevice, and completely exposed and pulled out from the heart.

To inform Alicia's "Memory" of the truth before her eyes, the reality of the moment, in the face of such intense emotional shock that she even wanted to do something she would never normally do, something she would do to escape.

How……

how come?

How did I become like this?

No, absolutely not!

A perfect young woman should always be happy and brave, no matter what she faces.

Why……

Why choose to escape?

……

……

149. Möbius, stay away from her.

strong.

The emotional impact was too intense.

This empathy wasn't something anyone could achieve through any attempt at mutual understanding; rather, it was a seemingly soul-to-soul exchange between two people who were both 'Alicia' and both Herrschers of Origin'.

As the goddess who has already sacrificed herself, Alicia's memory remains in the Paradise of the Past. She can feel emotions more intense than anyone else from Alicia and the girl who is so sad that she is almost dying.

Not only like Sue and Aponia, but also some fragments of memories that linger in their minds.

The nameless boy who appears in all my memories conveys an emotion that is as blissful as someone who is cold being warmed by the sun.

A girl who appears in most of my memories, barely resembling Violet, every time I see her, I feel a strong pang of sadness.

And lastly, most importantly, and most importantly, was the smile provoked by that unknown boy, the cold corpse, and the final gentleness.

And the emotions that come with it...

Unable to provide a rating.

Unable to tell.

unimaginable.

Because the instinct of life fears touching that memory, you are afraid of the emotions it might bring, even if it is just a tiny afterimage, even if it is just a fragment of resonance when you see another version of yourself.

At that moment, the only thought that could be made by the girl without a doubt was that if she tried to investigate, she would face absolute death.

It's not about physical death, the literal meaning of death; the memory is the shadow of the past, but rather a numb fall like another version of yourself.

Her delicate lips could only manage a stiff smile; her once flawless and pure smile now appeared unusually hypocritical.

"She's a lovely girl who's deeply saddened. Instead of standing by and making cold, speculative assumptions, shouldn't you be offering comfort?"

—That's the only advice Alicia's "memory" could offer.

Unfortunately, this doesn't seem to be acceptable to many people.

……

"Don't just say nice things, tell us how we should comfort you."

“We don’t even know what she’s been through.”

"Comfort...Are you sure you don't want us to wade through a minefield without a scanner?" Qianjie simply and coldly rejected the suggestion.

Asking questions recklessly when others are in a state of extreme despair and sadness, and arrogantly trying to comfort them without knowing anything about them.

The probability of this action being feasible has reached a point where even a thousand eons find it laughable, pathetic, and even more so, it makes one feel the anger of a certain old friend who has never changed from beginning to end and has never learned anything from his actions.

Always……

Always……

It has always been like this.

Always been this way.

"If you feel your mind isn't working properly, I can treat you for free. Don't worry, it won't take much time; I'll be quick!"

—The tyrannical king pitied the frail girl, while simultaneously questioning the still compassionate nun in a tone that seemed to burn through the air.

Those were caregivers and nuns.

Those were warriors and sinners.

That was madness and a mistake.

That is destruction and discipline.

None of the apparent companions offered any advice; the heroes, bearing the false name of fellow travelers, merely watched silently as everything unfolded.

The Thirteen Heroes of Chasing Fire were never an established organization from the beginning. They were never affirmed or recognized. They were merely a fairy's yearning for beauty and her longing for fairy tales. Unfortunately, all of this was ultimately just a title added by people in later generations. The contradictions within them were so great that some people could ignite a flame simply by meeting.

It wasn't until the even more repulsive and nauseating venomous snakes floated in from the deep darkness that everyone's attention was once again drawn to the sinister aura that arrived earlier and faster than anything else.

Mebius, the hero who wields the Infinity Inscription.

……

"None of us know what disaster happened to her—Alicia. After all, we are just the memories left behind by our true selves. If we speak carelessly, we might step on a landmine."

Mebius smiled coldly, his deep, emerald-green eyes, cold and chilling, made no attempt to conceal their aggression, like a venomous snake hidden in the forest.

For outsiders, for the real Alicia, for another Alicia, for Alicia with a complete and real body.

This is an excellent, perfect experimental subject; there is absolutely no other like it in the entire world.

There's not even a worry about how to handle experimental residue.

He was just a visitor from another world.

however……

The heroes who chase fire are never united.

……

"—Don't look at him with your eyes."

“—Mebius, this place does not belong to you.”

After a brief silence, the raging, inextinguishable flames blocked the view of those eyes that seemed to want to skin and tear apart the sleeping beauty-like girl.

Almost simultaneously, the temperature plummeted to a point where simply standing there felt as if the cells in one's body were being pierced by the cold, and the breath exhaled turned into frost. Behind the flames was an endless expanse of bone-chilling ice.

Ice and fire, which should be absolute opposites and absolute enemies, are now so in harmony that they transcend the antagonism limited by nature, forging a wall to protect the princess and standing firmly against the evil serpent.

After a brief contact between their opposing physical forms, the crimson pupils and the ice-blue eyes lit up simultaneously in the mist spreading from the shield.

"Ah...yes, yes, yes, Mebius is always a big bad guy. Defeat her, well done."

"Should I say that?"

"Kevin and... Thousand Calamities."

……

The naturally formed fog cannot obstruct the vision of the fusion warriors. They are far beyond the reach of humans, and no one can refute the claim that they are gods. They have almost broken free from the limitations of nature, possess an almost unsolvable life form, and have an endless lifespan with no apparent limits.

In those dark green pupils, Kevin and Thousand Calamities, two of the three strongest combatants of the Fire Moth, could be clearly reflected.

If we also include Alicia from another world, who lies there voluntarily asleep, unwilling to wake up like a princess, then this can even be understood as facing the three strongest combat forces of the Fire Moth at the same time.

This is probably the only scene in the world where, apart from that Herrscher in the name of the End who is absolutely impossible to contend with, one can enjoy this kind of treatment.

The only difference is that the person on the opposite side at this moment is merely a scholar who possesses extremely strong immortality and has fused with a Judgment-class Honkai Beast.

……

"You are at least self-aware."

"Put your hand back, unless you want to test how many times you can shed your skin consecutively, in which case I'd be happy to help you with this experiment!"

What greeted them was the roar of the Mad King and the coldness of the Savior. The two top experts only poured their indifference onto a girl, a girl whose eyes even seemed to be glistening with tears.

"Big brother playing with fire, is it really necessary? He's just someone from another world who fell down. You should know that he's your teammate."

She was weak, pitiful, and helpless, and her petite body, which had degenerated from a mature older sister to that of a primary school student, was enough to trigger anyone's sympathy for a young child by biting her lip.

This is ultimately meaningless.

Ridiculous.

The result of this pretentious behavior was that it did not reduce the target's aggression in the slightest, but instead aroused the pre-existing dissatisfaction of a straightforward person.

Young children do indeed deserve pity; it is an instinct etched into our very being. Even when a person is extremely angry, extremely frantic, or extremely exhausted, there is always a part of their heart reserved for the mistakes of children.

That leaves room for forgiveness for a child's mistakes.

That is a gentleness that is willing to accept, willing to take responsibility, and may even generate a desire to help.

Because children are vulnerable, they are fellow human beings, and they are the next generation that needed to work together to ensure the survival of humans when they were not yet the dominant species in the world.

Only when there are enough children, enough that they don't need to be close relatives to live together, enough to preserve the vital lineage even amidst the excessive mortality rate in ancient times, can a tribe or clan survive intact.

The lower the probability of incest, the richer the sample size, and the less likely it is that physical defects will accumulate repeatedly, creating an irreversible congenital defect.

The prosperity of a race depends on sufficient diversity to cope with all disasters and to select the species that can adapt to the environment.

In the brutal process of survival and evolution, species that fail to evolve properly can only become stepping stones for other species, becoming members of the food chain, never able to rise again, resulting in a distorted symbiosis where they are absolutely weak but cannot change their fate.