Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

The young man can understand this feeling; when you are down on your luck, having someone important to you see your pathetic side is more cruel than the hardship itself.

Because that is essentially another trampling on oneself who has already fallen into the mud, crushing even the last bit of dignity, leaving nothing behind. No one wants to let their most wretched side be seen by others.

In addition to having low self-esteem, one might also worry about leaving a bad impression on the other person if they see them looking so disheveled.

Encouragement and companionship are indeed good ways to combat low self-esteem, but the prerequisite for replenishing blood is to stop bleeding. Otherwise, bleeding while receiving blood transfusions will only make everything more painful and increase the terrifying sense of loss.

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169. Gravity suppression, five centimeters of store manager

All of this was understandable, so Jiang Cheng didn't make any extra preparations. He simply closed his eyes slightly and took a moment to sense his surroundings...

Eh?

At the edge of the perception range provided by Xinghai Xielu, there was an additional figure lingering near the dessert shop, looking furtive from any angle.

Something's not right. In a place like this, where only old men from the last era would come, even in dessert shops with a couple's theme, there are always lots of elderly people, how could anyone be so active outside?

Jiang Cheng opened his eyes and, to avoid misunderstanding others, carefully drilled a small hole in the wall. He used the refraction of force to magnify his vision, creating a telescope-like view of the outside world.

There is no misunderstanding.

There was indeed a person outside who was so greasy that even calling him a fat pig would be an insult to pigs; he looked like he had crawled out of an abstract cartoon.

And that person was indeed lurking suspiciously outside the dessert shop, specifically in the area of ​​the wall where Mei and I were. He was shaking his fat head and big ears, which made it impossible to see his neck, as if he was looking for something.

The short-sleeved shirt worn on this fat pig was so greasy and smelly that one wondered if it had been put in a pigsty and was now clinging tightly to the body.

Despite the walls obscuring the view, the terrifying visual impact creates the illusion that even the dessert shop is filled with a foul odor.

Being ugly isn't a sin, but Jiang Cheng felt inexplicably annoyed, to the point that it interfered with his emotions and reason.

They even did something superfluous and completely without reason. Using their superior perception as Herrschers, they listened intently to what that fat pig was grumbling about.

"Let me see where Mei-chan is. Girls who have been bullied are more likely to open up. Maybe I can get her to 'do it' too."

The characters were sticky yet clear, but even the pig's grunts could be clearly discerned thanks to Vilvi's wisdom.

Although this made the boy want to apologize to Vilvie for using her intelligence on such a filthy, disgusting, and nauseating thing.

As for that guy, there was no need to pay attention to him. Jiang Cheng simply put his left hand under the table, and Xinghai Xielu, who was on long-distance alert, was instantly withdrawn.

Because he is dead.

We don't need to care about the law, we don't need to care whether a careless remark will lead to death; at this moment, having this power is enough to transform us into citizens of our homeland.

The boy usually appears very gentle, but this gentleness is limited to people he knows and those who are important to him. He becomes completely indifferent to strangers, and as for bad people, those who want to hurt the people around him... he would be crazy to utter even half a word about them.

—Just crush it to death.

—It just so happens that this place is sparsely populated.

In the blind spot of their vision, in that instant when no cameras were monitoring them, Xinghai Xielu appeared in their palm. At a distance of hundreds of meters, they didn't need any direction. The only thing they needed to avoid was to directly destroy half of the city on a large scale, causing the number of casualties to rise to thousands or tens of thousands in one go.

Jiang Cheng resonated with the Divine Key created from the core extracted from his own body. His pupils, which had been infected and transformed from the brown of a normal person to the dark blue of a Herrscher, once again shone with a deep blue color like a reflection of the sea.

Pure dissatisfaction, pure venting of anger, pure actions that couldn't even be called a battle, but rather unfolded as if the superiors were crushing ants.

—Starry Harmony, Third Rated Power.

—Gravity suppression.

The shopkeeper, still displaying his wickedness like a living wild boar, suddenly stopped in his tracks, his steps as if stalking or perverting.

Time seemed to stand still. His sensation of those fat, fleshy legs suddenly vanished, as if he had been paralyzed and had suddenly lost all feeling.

What's wrong……

occur……

What happened?

In the first instant, the lowered brain couldn't even comprehend it. It just looked down blankly and saw its toes suddenly crushed into flesh and blood like powder. The bones, the hardest parts of the human body, were also turned into an indescribable viscous liquid mixed with muscles, meridians, and blood.

The good news is that it's not paralyzed.

The bad news is that it was crushed into dust.

Perhaps it was out of self-defense that they were trying to escape this sudden blow, or perhaps the impact was just too much, so much so that the store manager couldn't even feel the pain immediately.

Meaningless.

It's utterly ridiculous.

This was ultimately just a temporary escape, because the damage wasn't limited to the feet; the pain had spread along the damaged limbs, gradually shattering the filthy body bit by bit.

——Crack!

He couldn't utter a scream; he could only open and close his mouth, as if even the air was blocked, preventing him from expelling waste gas from his body.

As his body was further dragged, the intense pain completely blocked his breathing, making it almost impossible for him to even make a sound.

——Crack! !

His entire lower body was completely subjected to the pressure of gravity, with continuous sounds of bones cracking and flesh rotting out.

All the ribs in his chest cavity were broken, and the broken bones pierced his internal organs. Finally, the shop manager's open mouth was filled with flowing blood.

—Snap! !

His upper body began to be crushed, from his abdomen to his chest. The result of the mixed colors was enough to make someone vomit on the spot, although the reason why people who saw this scene would vomit would not be because of the colors.

The pain of having your body cut with a rusty chainsaw?

The agony of being torn to pieces and subjected to slow slicing?

The pain of countless needles piercing the body?

Waist-cutting, skinning, blood eagle, dismemberment by five horses... all the painful punishments in history pale in comparison at this moment. Faced with such horrific destruction, any other punishment can only be described as a minor inconvenience.

Until this moment, everything seemed to arrive belatedly, and the frozen time finally seemed to recover, beginning to struggle desperately.

"W-what's wrong?!"

"Why...why my feet!"

"Ughh ...

It was impossible to hear any coherent words from that disgusting mouth anymore; all that remained were a bunch of notes that sounded like the grunting of a wild boar. There was no room to escape, because their feet had been crushed into a pulp.

His hands struggled, but he was completely unable to resist. He could only watch helplessly as his body was gradually crushed, crushed bit by bit.

This was not a battle, not a punishment, but simply torture and humiliation, crushing him into a disgusting pulp like an ant being crushed.

Help?

I can't bring myself to say it anymore.

He's just a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong, kicking someone when they're down. He's so scared that he hides in the corner of the table and squeals like a pig if someone shows even a little bit of strength.

Something like this has never had the ability to maintain its will in the face of pain; it would probably scream in pain if its little finger hit a wall.

Faced with such excruciating pain that his entire body was being crushed, the fact that his spirit wasn't immediately consumed was already a deliberate act of prolonging the torment by Jiang Cheng.

"Ugh—"

He started vomiting.

Unable to control himself, he began to vomit, spewing out pieces of mangled flesh, fragments of organs, and bone fragments all at once.

Like the meat filling of dumplings and wontons, clumps of blood were spat out of the shopkeeper's mouth. Even his yellow teeth were stained with blood, and the impact made them unstable, as if they were about to fall off. The fragments flew around like toothpaste being squeezed out, slowly spreading.

Until gravity crushed the entire abdomen, everything—the large intestine, small intestine, stomach, liver, kidneys, gallbladder—turned into dust.

Until the entire chest cavity was completely shattered, the heart, which had been beating because of the wicked thoughts, was reduced to an ultra-thin one-millimeter sheet.

Then the neck, and then the head.

With a final, deafening explosion, thanks to the mercy of the girl's friend, the shopkeeper's consciousness finally dissipated after enduring excruciating pain.

The remaining filthy flesh and blood were crushed into dust by the rapidly increasing gravity, leaving not a speck of dust behind. Only a faint smell of blood hinted at what had just happened.

……

Jiang Cheng hadn't watched the whole thing, nor did he care to see how the meat sauce was made. He had already shifted his gaze halfway through the execution—to avoid not being able to eat meat sauce noodles or meat sauce pizza later.

It would be a huge loss to deprive our recipes of a delicious dish just because of that kind of fish, that kind of roadside junk.

I feel much better now. Perhaps it's because when you're feeling down, the best way to deal with it is to relieve stress and let your emotions out.

Displaced anger is always the best way to vent, and it's even better if the other person also has some sins to commit while doing so.

For Jiang Cheng, the other party's death was enough because of just one sentence; the girl's indecent words were enough to kill her.

Mei was in a bad mood because she ran into that guy and was dragged into the same situation where she was always looked down upon, just like before.

It is indeed not advisable to bleed out blood while replenishing it. It's not like the weirdo in the math textbook who likes to drain water while adding water.

Unevenness can actually create a disparity, turning what should be a peaceful life into a huge landslide, forcing a dramatic and unsettling experience.

Back when he was with Vilvie, he would often extract information from her just as she was about to faint while they were doing unspeakable things.

For example, when I chat with myself, I feel very happy. Just looking at my phone makes me feel a happiness I've never felt before. Being able to chime in with a few words or even help out is like going to heaven, like being in paradise. Conversely, when I can't chat with myself, I feel very sad and devastated. My overall mood is even worse than before.

This is not incomprehensible; essentially, it's just that the desire to go further was interrupted, and the newly sprouted seed encountered the steel reinforcement.

Because before encountering himself, he was like stagnant water; after encountering himself, he was awakened to have the ability to surge, but the flow was restricted in time.

Just like the obvious example of how people only think about being full before they are full, but can have many thoughts after they are full.

If you've never seen the sun and can only hide in the shadows, then the only thing you have to do is fight the cold. But if you do see the sun and can enjoy some sunshine every day, then the thing you think about most every day is why you can only get such a little bit of sunshine.

Once you get a little, you want more; it's like stretching your mind, which originally had only one thing to do, into the wilderness.

There's nothing inherently despicable about it. It's just like a seed. Seeds are naturally inclined to grow after germination; this is an unchangeable natural phenomenon. How can we say that the instinct to grow is a despicable thing?

That's ridiculous. It leaves a place and an almost certain spot for a seed that can't germinate to sprout, but then refuses to give it any further possibility. Rather than toying with other people's feelings like a toy, it would be better to prevent the seed from sprouting in the first place.

At least if you don't have any expectations, you won't have any deeper regrets. People who have never seen the light can probably endure endless darkness.

Even if one is essentially numb, sometimes it's better to quietly rot in the shadows than to make an effort that ends in vain.