Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

During the day, the clouds are breathtakingly beautiful, changing into countless shapes; at night, countless stars hang in the sky, like millions of lights.

Perhaps you will also see towering waves, like a world sweeping in, gently lapping against the rocks on the shore, occasionally splashing up a few cool sprays.

But this is just an ordinary room, a room where even the owner has long since passed away, and the lingering presence in the air is gradually becoming blurred. The floor feels cold and smooth, reflecting people's faces.

The room was neither tall nor spacious; you could see the whole thing at a glance. It was just an ordinary, unremarkable, slightly oversized student dormitory.

Perhaps because the target audience was the nobility, there were items like quill pens, peacock fans, and velvet carpets that you wouldn't find in an ordinary person's home. This place was no different from an ordinary room or dormitory.

Looking up, all she could see were bright incandescent lights, emitting a cold light like laboratory equipment. When the light shone on the girl's face, for a moment she felt as if she were lying on a cold operating table.

It seems that an experiment has already been conducted, and one can even vaguely feel the pain in the body—the sensation of being cut by a scalpel.

It's not even as good as the well that the frog in the well has; at least... at that well, you can see the real sky and the insignificant yet truly shining moon.

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"Huh...ha..."

Even the sound of breathing was heavy; the excessively quiet room was devoid of any sound. The computer was not turned on, and the entertainment equipment provided by the school for each student seemed to have never been truly used.

Is it because they are not used to it, it is not suitable for them, or is it because the teenager cannot find something he likes?

None of that matters anymore.

This is beyond Raiden Mei's comprehension.

What right does an ordinary classmate have to discuss the issues of someone as outstanding as Jiang Cheng? Doesn't that seem a bit arrogant and presumptuous?

"Huh...huh..."

The breathing continued, seemingly stubbornly proving its existence in this vile way, proving that it had not completely died.

—Repression.

Like a bird that has just been released from its cage and soared in the sky for a moment, thinking it is about to return to freedom, it is once again locked in a small space.

The immense pressure emanating from the depths of my body and soul relentlessly emanated from every darkness, every cramped space, and every empty space within sight.

It's not just physical; there's also a sensory aspect, like having your heart squeezed tightly, an indescribable feeling of oppression and discomfort.

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Her vision began to sway, and her thoughts became chaotic. Raiden Mei propped up her drooping head and looked at the mirror on the wall next to her. She looked at her reflection in the clear mirror, her dejected face, empty pupils, stiff fingers, and how she mechanically held the tear-stained kaleidoscope, like a disheveled homeless person on the street.

A weak and pitiful kitten, cruelly abandoned by its owner, could only huddle alone on the edge of the wall, battered by the rain.

The wind was strong and the rain was heavy. It was very cold when it hit my body, and my fur was completely soaked. I didn't even have the strength to walk, and I couldn't find a place to take shelter from the rain.

He could only lie there all alone, looking at his reflection in the pool, recalling the happiness and beauty of the past, and waiting for death to come.

Time passed slowly, and the lenses, soaked with tears, even became a little damp. This product from an old era was not very durable.

Raiden Mei gently tugged at her clothes with her delicate fingertips. She hadn't gone home, so the dress she had given her as a birthday present was still on.

It's all meaningless now. The person who gave the gift and the person who made me wear this dress have both disappeared and no longer exist.

A person who only lives for others and only perseveres because of others has never had, and will never have, the ability to live alone.

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216. Why do I have to go through all this?

The girl was caught in some intense emotion, unable to utter a word. Her body went limp, her heart felt empty, and she raised her head listlessly. Her pitiful face must have seemed incredibly small to others.

Definitely.

Who would care about beggars on the street?

Most people simply offer their charity, while many others remain indifferent, silently mocking the beggars in their hearts, or believing that the beggars are too filthy, polluting their eyes and the city.

This kind of thing is so common that you don't even need to think about it to naturally imagine the contemptuous and disgusted looks from passersby.

—All of this is normal.

It's understandable that a classmate might discriminate against the daughter of a financial fraudster, and city residents might also come to dislike everything related to financial fraudsters because they've been influenced by this. It's perfectly normal for a teenager to offer help out of politeness, but privately look down on a good-for-nothing and the daughter of a criminal.

This is normal.

That's perfectly normal.

It's not that I'm being stubborn, or that I'm trying to deceive myself into accepting all of this. Everyone does it this way, and everyone lives like this.

This is the basic law governing the world, and it has long been an unspoken rule, an absolute bottom line etched deep within the world.

Everyone is busy and has their own things to do. Who would care about the offspring of a financial fraudster or an unfortunate girl whose family member has become a criminal?

Even if someone directly mocks or verbally abuses you, it doesn't matter. Being polite is already a luxury; only truly good people would do that.

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--why?

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Untrimmed, sharp nails dug into her skin, her pearly teeth biting her lips—Raiden Mei could no longer endure it. Her entire self had finally collapsed completely. Even the weak and gentle personality she had been forcibly transformed could not withstand the darkness that was more desperate than despair, a darkness without a shred of hope.

It's just too cruel. Even the most resilient person couldn't accept such dramatic ups and downs, such fleeting hope and light.

Especially after seeing the kaleidoscope with my own eyes, recalling my previous behavior and my self-righteous thoughts... I felt as ridiculous as a clown.

Looking back now, the joy, the excitement, and the blushing cheeks I felt then seem like a comedic absurdity.

Being well-behaved and gentle doesn't mean you're completely devoid of emotions. It's precisely because you're not good at expressing yourself and habitually keep everything bottled up inside that when you finally explode, it won't be like other people's simple venting, but rather an irresistible and complete outburst.

Raiden Mei's deep purple eyes gazed at the world, at the room. For the first time, the clear lines and colors were so blurry, and the furniture, which could be easily identified, seemed to have lost its authenticity and become unfamiliar.

"Why?"

Why does it have to be me who has to go through all this?

"Why do I have to go through so many problems?"

"My father is clearly very wealthy, so why does he have to resort to financial fraud?"

"The Raiden family has already paid the price, so why do my classmates still hate me?"

"ME Company has already been taken over by someone else, so why do people in the city still hate me?"

"I don't understand any of this. I don't know why it has become like this, or why the world operates in a way that I can't understand."

The world doesn't need to stop turning because of any individual's thoughts. The cruel earth will devour everyone. The harm of a mere individual is nothing in the eyes of the world, utterly insignificant. Countless individuals may appear every minute and every second, and their entire organs would only be worth that little money.

This is indeed the law governing the world, the cruelest and most real thing that the girl was forced to learn and understand during this period.

But why should I accept such an unreasonable world? Why should I swallow my anger and accept this thing that has been going on since ancient times?

Endure everything, swallow all the hurt, and wait to die silently in the stinking ditch like a rat.

Why……

why?

why! !

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There is no room left for self-deception, because it has been pushed to the very end, to the point of utter despair where there is no room for anything else. Even the back can feel the cold wall, and it has even broken through that seemingly solid wall.

They had smashed the wall to pieces because they refused to accept that their connection with the boy was so fragile, and refused to accept that they had never actually been saved.

So what if it's smashed?

It was nothing more than going from the darkness where one could barely stand to an abyss where there was no place to stand and no way to fall into the bottom.

Is simply choosing to endure and escape really useful?

Can choosing to be a coward really help you avoid trouble?

Does becoming increasingly insensitive and numb, no longer able to feel the pain inflicted by others, make the wounds inflicted by others disappear?

The damage is there; it will never go away. Without trying to bandage it or fight back, the blood will just keep flowing endlessly.

The act of burying one's head in the sand may prevent one from hearing the bell, but it does not mean that the bell will disappear or that reality can be rewritten.

Others can still hear the ringtone and may not even retaliate, making it easier for them to harm those who choose to escape—because they can act with impunity and without fear of retaliation.

It's added up little by little.

Bleeding little by little.

The body weakens every moment, and the soul is being cut apart every moment. Just like a person who has lost the sense of pain, one feels nothing. The moment one realizes that there is a problem with one's body is the moment death arrives.

Pushing one's limits, refusing to point the finger at others, and turning all the thorns and cruelty inward—the price is that one day one will be riddled with holes by one's own blade, even having one's heart pierced and destroyed.

When death truly approaches, all past attempts to escape will manifest as nightmares, and everything left behind will catch up with the girl.

They've arrived...

all……

everything……

Cold, painful, burning... incomprehensible energy, catastrophic, reddish-purple patterns are growing and spreading.

Just seeing it is enough to imagine the erosion of pain, a piercing pain that even someone who has never understood it can feel.

Like being boiled in oil and cooked over a fire, the purple lines swept over my entire body, stimulating my nerves like needles, causing my body to tremble instinctively in pain.

The girl herself, however, still couldn't find any color in her pupils; her eyes, now devoid of color, were filled only with a blank stare...

—Because of the overwhelming amount of information.

—Because a massive amount of truth has come crashing down.