Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

Jiang Cheng unconsciously placed his free fingers on his forehead and gently pinched the edge of his eyebrows, sighing softly at the effects of the simulator on him.

After spending too much time on Hell difficulty, I started thinking about strategies when watching Bronze players after returning to the starting area.

They've been living like couch potatoes and being exploited in this paradise for so long.

I'm too lazy to keep trying.

Jiang Cheng was too lazy to waste any more time. He stretched his fingertips forward once again, using the characteristics of the external organs of the Divine Key to directly call up special effects.

Energy flowed out, like an extension of an arm imbued with the properties of gravity, transforming into a stream of light that pierced forward, as if it were an accumulation of absolute darkness.

Gravity and lightning collide once again, and the very opposite of what is theoretically impossible for natural phenomena to fight as a real confrontation, are now locked in battle because of two equally irrational things that cannot even be described as biological.

……

It was still as if space itself was being distorted, an impact like a torrent, but this time it was no longer a small-scale exploration like before, but a true battle against the Key of God and the authority of the Herrscher.

The shield, which was merely a product of the leakage of the Herrscher of Thunder's power, was instantly torn open, revealing the scenery inside the city—the power was just right, leaving just enough space for one person to pass through, without even affecting the surrounding area in the slightest.

The city didn't seem to have changed much, nor was it melted into countless red-hot iron molten metals by lightning as expected, flowing across the cracked earth like a spider web, or even possibly falling into the cracks.

Whether it was due to insufficient temperature and energy, or simply because the person involved was too lazy to cause such damage, everything in front of us could barely be described as intact.

The streets and roads were dilapidated, so bad that they were almost impossible to traverse on foot. The once smooth asphalt roads had been baked and smelled foul.

The building was split in two, with the upper half lying horizontally on the ground. Part of it had been melted, but it was still easy to tell that it had once been a building.

The lightning in the sky was extremely rare, even less frequent than the flashes outside. The area was so calm that it didn't seem like a place destroyed by the Herrscher of Thunder; it was more like a Great Collapse that had just experienced an undeserved catastrophe.

……

His deep blue pupils suddenly froze, as if the ever-flowing ocean had stopped for a moment, defying the laws of nature.

It wasn't long, nor did it truly fall into a complete stalemate. The fingertips, manipulating energy and wielding gravity, continued to shatter the surrounding lightning, tearing and cutting the accumulated torrent apart in an almost mythical way.

Jiang Cheng originally thought that Raiden Mei had probably retreated to the school rooftop to isolate herself because she couldn't face the disaster she had caused and wanted to commit suicide by jumping off the building.

If that's the case, the problem can still be solved; psychological issues are actually easier to deal with in some ways than direct enemies.

In this city, the senses of the Herrscher of Thunder are so clear that there is no concealment whatsoever, nor any resistance or dissatisfaction. It's as if someone is broadcasting a megaphone in the world chat. You don't even need any deep feelings to realize the general outline of the Herrscher.

High in the sky, at the very top of the city, at the very tip of the city, stood a building that once symbolized the city and offered a panoramic view of everything.

The building belongs to ME Corporation.

The only building that can be considered complete.

Even by Jiangcheng's standards, it is still a magnificent spectacle.

……

Subconsciously, he took a few more steps forward, too lazy to even pretend anymore. He simply let gravity tilt him outward to create his own space, using his authority to tear and shatter the authority of another Herrscher of Thunder, giving himself a chance to clearly see that figure in the distance.

Even amidst the thunder, the elegant purple beauty remained graceful and poised, seemingly greeted by countless thunderclaps, appearing as if subservient subjects, which only served to accentuate her nobility and reverence.

Like wings of light, it floated behind him, and the purple energy that spread outwards in the air without any connection points occasionally flickered with fine patterns.

The elegant, high-waisted skirt is only partially visible, as if it were being lifted by an invisible hand, allowing the spreading crimson color to showcase its magnificence.

The train was longer than the most extravagant princess dress, trailing on the ground, making it difficult to even see the girl's full legs. Yet it had the style of a knight-errant, with lightning bolt patterns symbolizing nobility visible everywhere, and the right sleeve was like an armor-like arm guard.

I don't know what material it's made of, but it's soft, gorgeous, and exquisite... It seems to be a deity from mythology, symbolizing power, born into the world.

It possesses the dignity of a god and the heroic bearing of a warrior, blending them seamlessly like the ceremonial robes it wears—a garment no human could possibly create.

Her long hair was no longer just a near-purple color; it had flowed freely in the wind, even past her ankles, and the smooth, shimmering hair was truly dyed with the purple of lightning—a unique color beyond human comprehension.

Although he didn't turn around and his true face couldn't be seen, the clothes he wore had long since become the divine armor that comes with a Herrscher due to his complete Herrscher transformation.

That sense that belongs to one person, and can only belong to one person, remains incredibly clear.

Because of those pupils, those eyes filled with sorrow.

Even the dazzling lightning is sad.

Although he couldn't even clearly see the girl—the distance was beyond the limits of what the eye could capture—he could only vaguely make out what appeared to be a red light emanating from her head, obscured by the lightning.

However, the emotions between beings cannot be felt through deep communication. For beings like Herrschers, who are of high status, if they really want to show any emotion, it will spread outward like thunder, unstoppable. Moreover, the boy and Raiden Mei are of the same kind.

This is a level of premonition that arises naturally, beyond smell and judgment, without any room for reasoning or deduction in the mind.

She is indeed the Herrscher of Thunder.

Ahhh...

Raiden Mei...

Why did it turn out this way?

……

Strong fluctuations that do not belong to oneself are captured.

The thunder, which stood like a zombie, a dead man, or a steel machine, as a manifestation of natural disaster, suddenly changed at a certain moment.

The girl high in the sky turned her head and used her scarlet eyes, which had become somewhat inhuman, to search for the location where the energy was coming from.

It was a distance that even a half-finished Herrscher couldn't penetrate, yet the corners of her lightly bitten lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.

"River……"

"Jiangcheng?"

……

is it you?

Are you still alive?

Do not……

There are probably no survivors left.

The words she subconsciously wanted to ask could only remain futilely on her lips. She instinctively denied the existence of the boy whose name she didn't want to mention. The real answer she gave was simply the gesture of a queen waving her fingertips to deliver a judgment.

It was lightning.

Without any murderous intent or emotional fluctuation, he simply wielded his power, sending lightning bolts that pierced the air to any remaining survivors, using his extravagant power with high precision to achieve victory.

The logic of the lightning was completely invisible, because it was too tiny, hidden in the refraction of light. The countless arcs of electricity dancing in the sky were like top-notch assassins, rapidly contracting around the boy's location.

This is an electromagnetic application called "plasma arc cutting". Plasma cutting refers to the process of creating an electric arc or free arc with an arc density that is the same as that under natural conditions. In the free arc, the conductive gas is not completely ionized, and the temperature of the arc hovers between 6000°C and 8000°C.

Under suitable air pressure, voltage and magnetic field, a free arc can be compressed into a plasma arc. The plasma arc has a small conductive cross section and concentrated energy. Almost all the gas in the arc column can reach the ion state. As a weapon and killing move, it is an unimaginable luxury that is both extravagant and wasteful.

At this moment, the temperature of the electric arc is as high as 15000°C to 30000°C, which is enough to quickly melt most of the metal objects outside the soul steel.

Accompanied by the Honkai energy spreading, lingering, and expanding in the air, the Herrscher herself personally ordered that its destructive power be amplified to an absurd degree.

As the Herrscher of Thunder who controls the power of electromagnetic fields, she is essentially an extraterrestrial being, a projection of the cocoon of the end that has persecuted countless worlds for billions of years. She is a unique being born from the embrace of Earth, and squandering her power is not a difficult thing for her.

The Thunder Queen was not young and intellectually deficient, nor did she pass on all her knowledge to her teacher within three years.

Using only a little bit of academic knowledge and the uniquely modified, aggressive, and lethal Honkai energy, a single strike is a veritable shredder, turning even Valkyries without special armor into charred remains.

Even a Honkai Beast approaching the high-level would be easily and completely shattered by this attack, leaving no core or even a chance to survive.

This is the supreme divine punishment belonging to the Lawgiver, and also the greatest revenge of a god who has been transformed into a calamity after suffering from malice, against the malice of the world.

……

222. I clearly killed him.

They tacitly accepted the death of the unknown survivor.

An unknown sound, like the rustling of leaves, triggered a stress response in the girl, causing her to turn her head as if a machine gear had been activated.

"Jiangcheng?"

The girl instinctively spoke, calling out the same name to each other as before, and the calm, venting thunderstorm seemed to pause for a moment.

The reflection in her pupils wasn't of the boy she longed for—it was just a small, stumbling beast that had accidentally crashed into a wall and fallen into the woods.

……

what……

No...

……

Calm and dazed, the girl turned her head. Her exquisite profile showed neither joy nor sorrow, as if the splash of water just moments before was merely an illusion after a moment of mental confusion.

She didn't truly recognize or sense the boy's presence; she simply thought of the most important person to her whenever the wind blew or the grass rustled.

This also includes the survivor who was destined to die, because one second he was barely clinging to life, and the next he was about to face the attack of the Herrscher of Thunder.

—If Jiang Cheng, whom they were facing, wasn't a Herrscher whose heart had been ripped out and made into a weapon.

Similarly, waving one's fingertips like a high and mighty monarch seems like a childish act, meaningless and powerless.

But the instant the surrounding plasma arcs and electric arcs rushed towards them, a faint 'sizzling' sound was clearly heard. It was like the whispers of children by the window on a rainy night, mostly drowned out by the sound of raindrops hitting the ground. The dark streaks of light turned into straight lines, cutting the leaping electric arcs into fragments.

What is clearly an act that cannot be described in words has been given a unique color, transforming into sharp blades and right-angled streaks of light, splitting everything in the world.

The seemingly powerful attack couldn't even withstand this passive defense for a second.

"Click——"

The sound of a tangible rupture.

The accompanying lightning was also cut off.

Using gravity—which is invisible and intangible, and does not exist in three-dimensional space or can be directly observed by human vision—it tore apart lightning, which is also an energy body.

This is a scene that would drive even a professional physicist to suicide.

That's all.

It did not extend the attack range, nor did it react in any way. Even its resistance was only extinguished and crushed when it could feel the burning sensation on the tips of its hair.