Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

--die.

Utter death.

Even the Origin could not escape death.

Even though it appears on the moon at the same time as the end,

There was no possibility of survival, no chance of prolonging life, and even resurrection was an absolutely impossible dream.

He attempted to shatter fate at his own cost, exchanging his own death for the freedom of the Herald, causing the Herald, who could see the future, to momentarily lose his composure, watching as the threads that tightly bound everything snapped.

It's not much different from the person in my memory who couldn't even treat a teenager perfectly, revealing coldness and indifference...

Doesn't Alicia, who comes from her own world, care more about the masses than about herself?

Ignoring the individual aspects of Jiangcheng.

We care about a larger, more significant group.

They would give everything for it, sacrifice everything for it, even abandon themselves for it, and let themselves fall into the most desperate situation that could not be saved.

In this situation, the fact that Alicia could come, and even specifically inform me, after having had a huge conflict and clearly defining the boundaries between us, yet still choosing to notify me, can only mean...

what……

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—Perhaps things aren't so bad.

—Perhaps it's Airi from another world.

Unwilling to believe or accept what she had guessed, the girl with the most outstanding talent hypnotized herself.

Since there can be two different worlds, and things similar to parallel worlds, then there's no reason why there can only be two worlds. Perhaps there will be more worlds. Beings like 'Vilvie' and 'Alice' are very cheap; they might be everywhere, and you could encounter a lot of them just by walking around.

The person appearing here might not be Alicia, who should be with Jiang Cheng. The plan has already been set up, and there's no way it could go wrong.

The power of comfort was used by the girl for the first time to help herself—perhaps because her life with Jiang Cheng had instilled a sense of confidence in her insecure self through love, or perhaps she simply dared not accept, could not accept, everything that came from Alicia's world to her.

Vilvi embarked on her journey, setting aside her search for Jiang Cheng for the first time in several months and stepping out of her room for the first time.

As the boots stepped onto the ground, the pure black corridor seemed to sense the arrival of its owner, and golden light, like veins, lit up from both sides.

The lines connect to the end of the corridor, and the simple overlap is enough to create a stunning aesthetic—although it wasn't as meticulously designed as the room prepared for Jiang Cheng in pursuit of sufficient efficiency, the genius of the artist still allows the casualness to reach a height that ordinary people cannot attain.

Because of the first time he left Alicia with Jiang Cheng and embarked on a brand new journey to the original Spiral Workshop, the boy said "cool".

Even now, this remains the sole reason why Velvey delved into this design, which she initially didn't care much about, wasn't particularly focused on, and wasn't very difficult.

Ironically, at this very moment, the place that Jiang Cheng used to ponder deeply during the free time while waiting for the experimental results, a place that better suited his aesthetic tastes, was now beyond the girl's ability to glance at, not even for a fleeting moment.

Vilvi simply walked to her destination step by step in the most time-consuming and meaningless way—by using her own two feet.

The overly tight khaki stockings squeezed out a ring of loose, wavy lines from her thighs, which should have been perfectly fitted and had a good figure. Her legs, full of the plumpness of a young woman, took steps in a chaotic and frantic manner, as if fleeing.

Without any synchronized steps or planned movements, simply moving forward step by step is undoubtedly a huge waste of time.

Even a girl in her most innocent, youngest, and most ignorant period can easily create a means of transportation. Despite her genius in all aspects and her fear of being hurt by Jiang Cheng while satisfying his hobbies, she has undergone systematic training and her body, which is not weak in nature, is also very strong in terms of quality. Ultimately, she cannot match the convenience of a tool.

Even the most idiotic person should know that walking can't be faster than driving, so a girl who is a peerless genius could not possibly be unaware of this.

With just a snap of the fingers, or even a thought, one can summon a way to reach their destination in a matter of seconds.

However, the last step forward was still taken by brown knee-high boots.

I……

In the end, he was just a mortal.

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comfort.

comfort.

comfort.

Every second is being wasted.

Apart from Jiangcheng, there is no one worth wasting a girl's time on.

All the time needed for the journey was spent comforting oneself internally, suppressing emotions to the lowest possible level, and using feelings for the boy as a chain to lock away all escape, fear, cowardice...

Until finally opening the door to the original place, because the traces of the turmoil caused when the initial arrival was still clear.

Vilvi took a deep breath, gently pushed open the door, and instead of using the backdoor she had created, she entered the required password bit by bit.

My emotions were strangely inexplicable, as if something could still transmit information even through doors that span different areas.

Something that should be called instinct resisted moving forward, trying to make the girl, who was used to escaping and hiding in a corner, leave.

Until the door in front of me was completely opened, revealing everything inside—everything I had to face, and everything I feared to face—without reservation.

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"—Sister Wilvi, you've finally arrived."

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157. Virvi: Jiangcheng... what happened?

Alicia.

A girl named Paradise.

This was the second most memorable person in Vilvie's life, and even in death, even as dust, she could never forget him.

It wasn't just the girl's aversion and malice towards Jiang Cheng's behavior; there was also a hint of relief and joy, which stemmed from the very source of everything.

If it weren't for Alicia, she would undoubtedly have become a pathetic, laughable, talented but useless person like Velvi in ​​this world, an escapist who could only hide in the shadows for the rest of her life.

Perhaps such thoughts are too malicious. If it weren't for Alicia hurting Jiang Cheng's heart, this good-for-nothing who only deserves to hide in the gutter would never have had the chance to touch the sun and rewrite his clown-like fate.

The girl had to be grateful—especially after traveling to this world, meeting another version of herself, a version that had never received love, and talking with that other version of herself; this idea became even more certain in her heart.

The fact that she possessed such complex and intertwined feelings is something that is almost impossible to forget, not to mention that in the plan she prepared before her death, which was enough to bring happiness to Jiangcheng, the girl also occupied an absolute leading role.

As the only female protagonist who can trample on her, trample on Vilvie, and burn all love and all feelings to ashes, turning them into staircases.

For this humble genius, forgetting that fairy-like girl might be second only to forgetting Jiang Cheng in terms of difficulty.

I cannot openly despise them like an enemy, nor can I show them the same care as a family member in Jiangcheng, nor can I scorn them like a victor.

As someone who has repeatedly hurt Jiangcheng, the inability to show concern is a sin that far outweighs hers, an undeniable truth.

As a relative of Jiangcheng, he could not be harmed like an enemy. No matter what, the boy still cared about his first friend.

The only certain winner was also given away for a plan, turning the girl into the ultimate victor who stayed with Jiang Cheng.

This impression can no longer be described as simple anger, dissatisfaction, or gratitude; it has become something that one wishes to beat to a pulp but cannot kill.

We cannot help, nor can we ignore it.

You can neither hate nor hurt them.

You cannot despise them even if you want to.

In the end, the only solution was to adopt the same attitude as the boy and avoid contact with him as much as possible, which was akin to escapism.

Although this behavior is actually meaningless, as the second most important person in Jiangcheng, it is absolutely impossible for Alicia to be completely removed from life. It would be a miracle if she could not be seen for several years.

Sometimes, Velvi would even think that Alicia was right beside her, within arm's reach, as if she could catch the sneaky girl with just a turn of her head.

This illusion, which is impossible yet always appears, is perhaps proof of the weight that girl carries in Jiangcheng and in her own life.

Ultimately, it was impossible to avoid or escape it. As the person who entrusted the most important thing to the young man, I must remember it deeply.

and so……

There is no room for hesitation.

We absolutely cannot waste time.

Velvi took a deep breath and entered through the wide-open door. Her long boots, encasing her full thighs in brown stockings, gently trod on the floor, which had been battered by lightning, fire, and ice, and still looked damaged.

……

Sakura, wielding a sharp blade, remained as rigid as ever, treating herself as a weapon without a care in the world, and just like the first time, all one could feel was pure killing intent.

Qianjie stood beside Ying, arms crossed, his power slightly aroused, the tinder for lighting the match ready to ignite at any moment.

With a unique personality, unlike the others who were all eager to fight, Padofelis, who immediately addressed Wilvi as "Sister" upon first glance, stood there, her slender finger pointing towards them, making a welcoming gesture.

Everyone stood guard in a circle around the center, like the seven dwarfs protecting Snow White. They all looked restrained, and some even had obvious wounds on their bodies from each other.

At the center they guarded, in the direction Padofelis pointed—a beauty almost indescribable, like the embodiment of pure beauty, yet it truly resembled a princess in a fairy tale, tricked by a witch, falling into a coma, awaiting the prince's magical kiss to save her.

Her long, flowing hair, each strand distinct and soft, exuding a dreamlike fragrance, was unrestrained, brushing across her well-defined, jade-like shoulders. On her smooth, creamy skin, pink and shimmering light swayed, captivating the eye, before gently pressing against her lips, as if to stop any unwarranted attempt at rescue.

Her fair and delicate fingers came together in front of her chest, pressing against her full breasts, which were enough to make most people in the world envious even when she was lying down.

The layers of long dresses were scattered haphazardly on the ground, seemingly without any pattern, yet they appeared to be imbued with a pure, natural vitality, like petals enveloping the girl at the center, protecting the stamen and nectar.

Even though she had fantasized about the happy life between the other person and the boy, and felt bitterness and jealousy like a victim, and resentment and anger at her own feelings being trampled on, which she had thought about countless times with complicated feelings, Wilvi never thought that she would see the girl here.

See...

——Aliceia.

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Pain, self-blame, sadness, disgust, anger, fear, self-destruction... negative emotions that seem completely unrelated to a flawless girl or a fairy from paradise are now converging here.

Even though beauty has been shattered and happiness has vanished, the pain should not be so profound, and the end of the world should not be so devastating.

Velvi didn't really like Alicia. Perhaps this dislike was limited to dissatisfaction before, but after she herself turned herself into the trampled Icarus, and the girl who abandoned everything could embrace everything she deserved without paying any price, even though she had created it all herself, her anger still couldn't be quelled.