Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

"Do not."

"no!"

It doesn't follow the usual formula of a clichéd story, nor does it follow the development path of a classic tragedy that has been performed countless times.

“I misspoke.” Alicia bit her lip lightly, as if recalling the smile the boy showed before his death, accompanied by the relief of the veil of nightfall—it was because he did not know the meaning of his existence that he chose to leave, because he did not want to be sad that he chose to push away, and even more so, the sadness after realizing that he had been abandoned.

"It shouldn't be said that he has no heart, but that his heart is incomplete, his emotions are incomplete, because of my mistakes and the imperfections in the creation of the Divine Key."

"At first, we lived in paradise for a while, protecting this pure land amidst the collapse. We were very happy and joyful, and we realized everything I had seen in that fairy tale book."

"But a few years later, a problem arose. In another incident that I don't know why happened, Jiangcheng learned of your existence."

……

what……

That's a classic.

After losing her memory, she enters a blissful paradise, but a chance encounter reveals what happened before she lost her memory, thus shattering her peaceful life.

I'm sick of these kinds of plot points; there are just too many of them.

Wilvi was barely suppressing her anger, her fingertips digging into the soft, white flesh of her arm without her realizing it.

"Why couldn't you have been more vigilant? Why didn't you just destroy everything I own?"

Why leave questions like a complete idiot?

……

No one responded.

No one could keep up the conversation.

No one was willing to join the conversation.

Alicia seemed completely indifferent, offering no communication or response. This humble posture might even have been a mere apology rather than a genuine expression of remorse. Even her previous denial was simply an attempt to deny the errors in her own memory.

Then we can only observe it ourselves, using something called insight, to see if we can find the answer from this wooden fairy lady.

This was the first time he had looked closely at Alicia after realizing that this seemingly flawless fairy was actually ignoring Jiang Cheng.

As the silk fabric of her breasts swelled high, her lower breasts, though still somewhat reluctantly full, suddenly tightened, her slender waist constricting until it became an alluringly delicate shape that could hardly be grasped.

With an unimaginable grace, she was originally a flawless fairy, a goddess descended from the heavens, and her interactions with the boy transformed her innocence into maturity.

Even if their inner selves and true nature remain the same, their experiences, so different from those of another version of themselves, create a significant difference in temperament even just in their appearance.

Beneath that slender, supple waist, the delicate young girl's waist and hip lines suddenly widened, outlining a round and plump buttocks.

Even viewed from the front, its perfect inverted heart shape is easily visible. If it weren't for the long skirt at the back, the princess dress, which should have been loose, would probably have become a tight-fitting bodysuit.

Even her long, beautiful legs were plump, white, smooth, and tender. The leg rings attached to the tall boots that were tightly wrapped around her flesh were deeply embedded in her snow-white thighs, making the girl's plump thighs look as soft and sweet as milk pudding... It was so wonderful that one couldn't help but want to lick them a few times.

That exquisite face is beyond description; there is no language in this world that can record or express it.

The perfect curves are like the work of a god, and the skin is clearly superhumanly white with distinct texture, yet it has a blush like that of a young girl.

If it were just a single attribute, it could be described as the ultimate expression, but the fairy now has a completely different attribute.

—Like a certain maid known as the Herrscher of Turbidity.

……

206. Eden: Alicia and Will got into a fight.

She retained the pure beauty of a fairy from paradise, a goddess residing high on the moon sea, and with the addition of a young man's subtle eroticism, she developed a seductive charm that took a long time to cultivate.

Even though they were both Alicia, theoretically possessing the same potential and able to walk the same path, the memory instance that came here almost became intoxicated by it, captivated by the charm of her other self, like a bee falling into a flower garden, dizzy from the swaying flowers and the sweetness rushing to her nose.

Although there is still one person present who is immune to this charm.

It's not just about immunity.

It reached the point of being disliked.

Unable to become a hero of the Spiral, and having only enjoyed a fleeting moment of beauty despite her best efforts, Velvet felt only dissatisfaction looking at the pure and innocent fairy.

Her thoughts had been preoccupied with other things related to the boy, so much so that only now did the girl realize the most important thing.

There is a high probability that Alicia spent a very long time with Jiangcheng.

It's now certain that it's not a very high probability.

it is true.

This level of allure is something that neither the fairy lady of my memories, nor even the fairy lady who is now dead, could achieve.

Only those who are unlike the memory that chose self-sacrifice, and who follow a path that is diametrically opposed, even one that could be called depraved, can possess this.

—仧—and the youth.

Just by looking at her, one can easily imagine why Alicia has such a perfect figure.

As the person who, in a sense, fostered a boy's peculiar fetish, the possibilities that arose during the nights they spent together were hardly a secret; they were things that anyone could instinctively think of.

what……

what……

My chest hurts.

The answer has been found.

Because I'm too lazy.

Because it's so beautiful.

Because I was too engrossed.

It's common knowledge for humans to become so engrossed in their interactions with teenagers that they naturally lose their vigilance. It's surprising that even a Herrscher would make such a well-known mistake.

I'm so jealous.

Her pearly white teeth chattered softly as she rubbed them together. Her arms, which had been wrapped around her chest, had unconsciously loosened, because if she continued like this, they would definitely leave huge marks on her arms, marks that would be easily seen by others.

Since arriving here, his nails, which had never been trimmed, were deeply embedded in his palms. For a scholar, his hands, which are of utmost importance, were being used extravagantly at this moment.

How many things did she and the boy actually do that she couldn't do back then?

How many times must one strive and indulge in decadence to cultivate such a temperament?

……

I don't want to stay in this room anymore. The tangled mess of emotions inside me is a jumble of unknown sources. And yet, Alicia's declaration is not over yet, and that tragedy, as classic as a third-rate trash novel, is not yet over.

"Jiang Cheng only knows how to be infinitely tolerant of me, only retaining the best parts, but losing all other emotions, whether it is anger, sadness, or dissatisfaction... none of them exist."

“Even when he knew what I had done in the past, and knew that I had left you to die, he didn’t hate me, didn’t hit me, but continued to smile.”

"So I fell into fear, even seeing his smile made me afraid, and I was also dissatisfied with myself. Although he noticed my emotions and invited me again, I was unable to give a perfect response."

"He embarked on this new journey to help me, but I subconsciously ignored him along the way, just like it did before."

"The so-called 'heart is broken,' 'I have no feelings'... perhaps it's just an excuse I use to cover up my fear. Jiang Cheng can clearly see it."

"what……"

There's nothing more to say.

Both my body and soul have reached their limits.

Revealing the past is essentially tearing open old wounds and showing them to others. Those that have healed will suffer the same pain, but those that haven't healed, or are still festering and stinking, will bear even more pain than the emotions the person felt in the first moment.

Life is always a matter of seeing things clearly only when you're involved. It's difficult for someone directly involved to realize all their mistakes. Only when reviewing and reflecting on the whole situation later will they realize exactly what they did wrong.

The boy's death was not a momentary impulse, but rather the result of countless nights of dampness, slowly sliding downwards until he collapsed in despair.

Resurrected with a broken heart, with fragmented memories, almost all emotions lost, and no sense of being alive, it doesn't matter whether one is dead or alive.

The world that I remember as peaceful and happy was destroyed by my own hands in the blink of an eye, killing countless people.

Both father and mother are dead, and the loss of a large amount of memory has also made friends, family and lovers all disappear, leaving only a torn void—how could the memory be dug out alive without leaving broken remains?

In this devastated ruin, only the boy's family remains, the people who love him, yet even that person has begun to hate him.

He was just resurrected and he was already like this. He didn't want to become like this, but he still caused resentment, fear and self-avoidance.

She had tried her best to smile, she had tried her best to comfort herself, but she was only afraid of his tenderness that she tried her best to show.

Because they thought the boy's gentleness was fake, and because they thought the boy had become a monster, they ignored even the only genuine emotion he had.

Embarking on a journey to start over, so many years, countless inquiries—all these were acts of self-preservation by the boy. As long as this useless girl named Alicia reached out even once, even if she didn't run away even once…

what……

No!

Not even once!

"He was the patient, yet he was helping me; I was the one who made the mistake, yet I kept repeating the same error, until once again... and once again, I destroyed everything!!"

……

The narration, cold and machine-like, suddenly became intense, as if even stones could not suppress it, and even mountains and winds would grieve for it. It didn't require any of the emotions that so-called intellectuals would possess.

It seemed to come from the abyss; perhaps the voice was full of emotion at first, but by the time it crossed the endless abyss, only the coldest echo remained.

The story is long past, years or even decades; what we hear now are merely lingering echoes, the remnants of past calamities.

Vivi was too lazy to listen to what happened after that.

Too classic, too ordinary.

That's absolutely disgusting.

Jealousy is disgusting.

This emotion was undisguised; it was pure envy, pure jealousy, and pure dissatisfaction that Alicia could obtain what she could not. The only element that could be inserted was anger at the fairy's astonishingly intelligent actions.

This should have belonged to me.