Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

Even if it was due to social anxiety that he chose not to build such a building in a luxurious downtown area, and still has absolute permanent ownership rights, it is an achievement that normal people can hardly imagine in their lifetime.

If such words were actually said, they would definitely be hated.

definitely.

It's inevitable.

She was perceived as arrogant and pretentious in Versailles, but it was actually a thought that the girl had been suppressing deep within her heart.

Perhaps the original reason is no longer known to anyone in the world.

Even the girl herself found it difficult to find the origin of everything in the gaps of her memory.

Carried deep in her heart, almost like a shadow, the inferiority complex that accompanied the girl throughout her life was an indelible and persistent feeling of inferiority.

Incomprehensible.

Hard to understand.

Can't understand.

No one can say for sure what this self-loathing comes from, or from which point in time or from which afternoon's mistake.

The inferiority complex was beyond the comprehension of normal people; it had almost reached the level of severe depression, and the person was constantly teetering on the brink of self-harm and death.

Intense self-loathing had consumed everything, to the point that if he didn't engage in schizophrenic behavior, he would undoubtedly choose death.

This feeling cannot be erased by any experience or behavior; even if it takes a lifetime to heal, it requires the companionship of cherished friends.

Even though the girl had already traveled to a large part of the world, she followed Jiang Cheng's footsteps and traveled to the other half of the world through acts that were almost like voyeurism.

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It's time to revive the Nian beast.

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31. It's impossible to leave the boy anymore.

I've seen towering mountains that seem to pierce the clouds, bottomless sea cliffs, polar regions that never melt, and deserts that remain unchanged for eternity... I've witnessed the most luxurious countries and the most prosperous cities, and I've almost wandered the most treacherous streets at dusk.

The sights, sounds, and feelings experienced on this trip are far beyond what a casual, impulsive journey could provide; they don't even deserve to be compared.

This long, exciting, and extraordinary journey is a true round-the-world trip.

Only a small part of life.

Even a single year is something that ordinary people can hardly achieve or even imagine.

If Jiang Cheng hadn't existed, the girl would have created new miracles in just a few years, single-handedly taking on the world's largest elite organization and escaping the world's most vicious and cruel prison with her own strength.

Any year of her life could be the subject of a book, titled "The Year of a Genius," and it would undoubtedly be a bestseller in the world.

The realism it conveys is enough to captivate anyone, even those who know little about it.

This is a kind of life that even we wouldn't dare to fabricate.

—Every word is true!

The life described is something I never even dared to dream of, and every word of it is true.

—What's the point of all this?

This seems to be dazzling and colorful.

Does the life that seems like the dream of ordinary people really have any special meaning?

If a journey itself cannot accumulate knowledge, broaden horizons, or even relieve emotions, what is the point of the journey?

In other words, if even the act of traveling cannot unlock the shackles of one's heart, then the only path forward may be self-destruction.

I'm afraid that by then, the girl named Vilvie will have completely disappeared, replaced only by a role she played, a fake actress.

All of this tragedy, all of this internal strife, and all of this inevitable dissolution of the self.

—Until that beam of light appeared.

The appearance of a ray of light in a dark abyss.

All the disasters came to an abrupt end.

The girl did not consider herself to have exceptional literary talent, nor did she have any intention of expressing her feelings.

Yet, when I recall the streets where cherry blossoms were falling countless times, I can't help but use thousands of words in my mind to describe that exquisite scene, the boy standing on the downhill slope picking up his hat, revealing his dark eyes.

The boy is standing right in front of me right now, right in front of the subway, and I can even smell his distinct scent.

……

Cherry blossoms are truly beautiful flowers.

It is regarded as a symbol of romance and beauty in many games, anime, and novels.

The falling cherry blossoms create a dreamlike illusion, with petals drifting down like a fine rain, landing on your shoulders and filling your heart with fragrance.

Once you've seen it, you can never forget it.

Looking at the boy she wouldn't have thought she'd ever meet a few years ago, so close she could almost smell his distinct scent, it felt as if the petals from that chance encounter on the street had fallen on her shoulders once more.

what……

what……

what……

It's impossible to break free now.

It seems that it was destined from that time onwards.

How could someone who doesn't even have the courage to live a normal life in this world possibly escape a scene as fantastical as a novel?

just now……

It doesn't matter anymore.

His silver-gray pupils lit up, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn upwards. No matter how much he tried to restrain himself, he couldn't suppress his somewhat smug feelings.

The emotions have gone to extremes, sliding from extreme fear to extreme disbelief.

—The bowstring is still taut.

So what?

The boy has already agreed to the request.

……

The girl turned around, opened the door of the spiral factory, and the gears suddenly started turning rapidly, the creaking sound almost forming a symphony.

The door, which should have opened in an instant, was made with a great sense of ceremony.

Perhaps it's because the only way this door can be opened is to bring the boy along to the sole owner of this workshop.

The so-called convenience and speed naturally become meaningless things that need to be discarded.

During this somewhat long wait, Vivi looked at Jiang Cheng's jawline, his upturned eyes, and his eyes that sparkled like the night sky.

I just kept watching.

Always.

Always.

No matter how long it takes, I'll never get tired of it.

Like a dream, sweet as honey, it's intoxicating, and even your breath is filled with its sweet, honey-like fragrance.

No longer a lonely figure adrift at sea, but aboard a warm ship, experiencing the shelter from the wind and rain, the existence of what is called home.

So much so that the girl could hardly believe that she had changed her own life.

Even though it was already standing in front of me.

Even though you could touch the boy simply by reaching out your hand.

Even though you can smell the boy's scent if you take a good sniff.

The girl was still incredulous, a trace of fear still lingering in her silver-gray eyes—a fear that even the relatively long time she spent with the boy couldn't completely erase, a fear that perhaps it was all an illusion.

It's not because I'm unwilling to believe it.

It wasn't because of a lack of affection for the boy.

It's simply, ordinary, just the unbelievable beauty and sweetness of it all.

In just a few years, a life that was once endlessly falling without any hope, and that might only be able to grab onto a straw a few times to slightly slow down its descent, was suddenly pulled up and saved.

All of this progressed so quickly and smoothly that it was unbelievable.

She couldn't help but wonder if something big was waiting for her at the finish line, for the naive and happy girl.

At the happiest and most wonderful moment, something terrible and indescribable suddenly happens, shattering all happiness and dreams.

Vivi's life is constantly being oppressed by one terrible thing after another. Taking a break only makes her feel like something even worse is waiting for her.

Probably not...

If this is a dream.

Please let this dream last a little longer.

The girl was lost in thought, her mind never as active as it was when she was working the hardest and had the most interest.

They were born with the most outstanding talents and abilities, but they almost never used them, nor did they drive civilization forward like those geniuses.

Only at this moment, in these seemingly insignificant details within the grand narrative, is the girl able to integrate most of her talents for the first time.

For things that others might find ridiculous.

Things that can be set aside for something greater.

Even in the face of tragedy, the girl who had never been able to fully display her talent finally disregarded everything.

……