Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

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236. Thus, all is over.

It is not an armament, not a weapon, not even a divine key; it is the nascent form of a god, the embryonic form of a mortal, and the cocoon given to the most important person in one's life—the ultimate fantasy of the man named Möbius.

He attempted to resurrect someone who had died twice, so that the great deeds that would have made him famous throughout the world could be revived by his own efforts.

Despite the incompleteness of their own lives, the relentless end and despair of the dead make all of this ultimately just wishful thinking. Without the power of origin, the so-called salvation and resurrection are ultimately just a mirage.

No matter how hard he tried, the man named Möbius could only face his death in the sorrow of being angry at his own incompetence for the second time.

Despite the deep-seated obsession in his heart and his unwillingness to see his own powerlessness, his body, which was on the verge of collapse due to the experiments, could not hold on any longer.

The final Key of God still belongs to Möbius and is unique to him. It gathers all his achievements, all his efforts, and all his milestones, and is the highest creation that condenses his life's wisdom into one place. In a sense, this can even be called the life of Möbius.

He lost his mother, was raised by an abusive father, experienced loneliness that no one could understand, and was even stigmatized as a demon scientist by others.

I finally have friends, confidants, and understanding people who are willing to offer gentleness and help even when they know I am in danger.

In the end, he lost everything and could only numb himself with work in every lonely night, afraid to dream, afraid to dream of the beautiful past.

She was neither a wise leader nor a demon, but simply an ordinary girl who longed for understanding, support, and something called love.

But the man named Mebius has never failed. The Star Sea Harmony is by no means a failure. At this moment, the young man who is now in charge of the power that has been reborn from the ashes is wielding his authority with all his might.

The fourth precept is the final insurance for the authority that has been separated from the Key of God, and it is also the day he first met that scholar.

Finally, the obsession engraved here, all fantasies are liberated, and in the hands of the true owner, the seemingly failed work reveals its great power.

If we can't save it the first time, and we can't save it the second time, and we don't even have a chance the third time, then we must never let the same mistake happen a fourth time.

"Descend. Starry Harmony... or rather, this is the other side of the stars, the torrent of the lunar sea, the supreme creation of the most outstanding scholars!"

"An arrogant and incompetent will, which calls itself an enemy of God!"

"Welcome this power that is far older than you!!"

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The narrative poem that is repeated is no longer a recurring tragedy. The darkness that once shrouded the sky has faded away from despair, and instead, countless stars and celestial bodies descend, shining brightly, like grains of sand adorning the sky, yet radiating beams of light that seem to belong to eternity.

It is not merely the Herrscher of Rock; it is the power of the Herrscher of Stars, bestowed with the name of the greatest romance ever conceived by humankind, originating from the sky.

The unrewritten core does not possess the characteristic that this civilization can take away and use, and even with the addition of the power of the sea, it is by no means a one-man show by the gods.

The ancient stars are no longer distant, and the shadows cast on my face, even if as pale as an incandescent bulb, no longer carry a trace of coldness.

Burning love and obsession are enough to melt everything; the talent that can almost transcend life and death is a human power that even the gods cannot look directly at.

Only now did the god, seemingly residing high in the heavens, finally utter his first words from his mouth, which had been slowed down and mired in the quagmire of gravity.

"--traitor!"

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For the first time, the high and mighty Honkai took action, stubbornly stretching out its arms despite being dragged by endless gravity, illuminating the incomplete, still two different wills desperately vying for the power of lightning.

The movement was so slow, even though it was only a tiny bit, as if a heavy burden was hanging on those slender arms, a complete pressure from the inside out.

Only that arrogant gaze, which regarded all living beings as ants, remained, still as disdainful as an empress high in the sky, looking down on everything she could see and could not see.

Only his eyes still held a hint of toughness.

Even that expression became a joke at this moment.

Because the immense power of lightning, which had been exerted with all its might, could not withstand even a second of the power built up by the genius named Mebius throughout his life.

Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth, unleashing and outputting his power with all his might, allowing this body belonging to the Herrscher to bear the authority from the Herrscher, and letting the power belonging to the Star Sea flow through every corner of his body.

"You did not create people, but people created you. You are merely a man-made product, how can you compare to the genius of human intelligence?"

"The game of playing the god is over, you false god!"

"Give Raiden Mei back!"

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Like a tsunami, the torrent swept in, transforming the starry sky into a tangible reality, turning the stars and the Milky Way into an ocean.

The materialized energy manifests itself in a torrent, revealing everything that belongs to Möbius. The ultimate study of the spiritual self, the failed attempt to resurrect the last understanding person, transforms into the key to rewriting the ending.

"plum……"

"Mebius?"

"How could it be you?!"

The core of this power was so familiar that even the Honkai Will, which had always been arrogant, changed its expression for the first time.

This thing belongs to Möbius, but it doesn't belong to Möbius.

The doctor I remember definitely didn't have that power.

The other person may have regrets in their life, and may have many things left undone, but they will never be so sad until their death.

why?

Why does this happen?

The last color left on that face was a look of horror; the remaining time of the collapsing will did not even allow it to utter a question.

As a genius capable of creating divine sounds, even if the path he takes is different, it is closer to the truth of fighting against the collapse than that somewhat blind exploration. As a leader and absolute dictator, rather than being hated by others and labeled a demon scientist by incompetent and foolish people, he is the Infinite.

In essence, their talents are no less than those of others, and are even equal; in fact, due to the allocation of resources and the pressure they bear, they may even be more outstanding.

He had no divine voice, nor had he ever witnessed the precepts, yet he had stepped into the realm of resurrection, and had devoted himself to researching how to recreate this great achievement.

An attempt to resurrect the last important person in the world who could understand her; a vague exploration of thought and soul; the ability to create life from nothing; and, after the reversal, the complete erasure of the self.

Even the Taixu Sword God, which was once merely an enhanced skill that could be used at will during its peak, could be destroyed by the burning of Hua's memories. So-called gods and so-called Honkai will are ultimately just man-made products. How could they possibly survive in front of the true creators?

With another flick of the finger, the oppressive clouds were instantly torn apart, revealing the sky that had been obscured for far too long. Dazzling light pierced the earth in the blink of an eye, illuminating the world even without the reflection of green leaves.

The sky seemed like a flowing tide, with a touch as delicate as a light veil.

Like glass damp with water, the soft, indistinct light of dawn has faded, and the golden, smooth veil spreads across the earth along with the dark blue eyes.

The dilapidated buildings gleamed, making the distant ruins seem to lose their filth, decay, and pitiful state.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew in, entering the city that had once again become free, slipping through the cracks and into the ruins, singing the theme song of nature.

A faint rustling sound passed by my ears and merged into the rather eerie plain. The bustling metropolis, the rapidly developing commercial district, the city that had confined people's living space like layers of building blocks had become a vast plain where even the wind could be seen at a glance, as if you could see the end.

Watching the wind and sunlight rush towards the horizon, the boy felt as if he were still in yesterday. Although he could not feel any dampness on his arms, the raindrops that used to fall slightly in the morning had been physically destroyed, and the flowers, trees and leaves that would collect dew at night had all disappeared from the city.

When she looked up, she saw the girl falling slowly. After her broken will was shattered, her body, as a Herrscher, was still instinctively protecting itself. The height from which she could fall was slowed down by electromagnetic force.

Although this self-protection is limited to the biological level, even a powerful Herrscher does not have the instinct to add an anti-gravity skirt to herself.

After being defeated twice in a row and weakened, Raiden Mei automatically entered power-saving mode. Her gorgeous skirt, which resembled that of Thor, returned to the short skirt of her school uniform, so short that it was doubtful whether the fabric could even cover her thighs. Obviously, it could not cover the girl's shame.

Some of the black stockings were torn and had snags in many places, inevitably revealing glimpses of white skin. The parts that had been binding the legs had also lost their elasticity and sagged.

Previously, the long boots that resembled stilts were the first to be destroyed under the influence of gravity, revealing rounded toes as delicate as cardamom.

Her full, jade-like thighs reflected a healthy glow under the sunlight, so bright and dazzling that they seemed to radiate a fluorescent light.

A perfectly timed breeze, or perhaps no breeze at all, caused the thin purple skirt to flip up naturally with the descent, breaching what was previously an unseen, infinitely close area, revealing the blackness between the soft, fleshy thighs…

One?

One?

He clearly had no intention of taking advantage of her vulnerability; his actions were merely to use gravity to pull the girl to the ground without causing her injury.

The moment Jiang Cheng raised his head, his gaze inadvertently fell on the small indentation made by the black stockings on the girl's soft, fleshy legs.

Worried that his attack might have been too brutal, even losing his shoes, he was captivated by an indescribable darkness that drew his attention.

what……

what.

what? !

Shouldn't a Herrscher wear safety shorts when wearing a skirt?

Even if you don't wear safety shorts or baggy pants, you'll be protected by electromagnetic forces while flying, so the style of clothing you're wearing shouldn't change at all, right?

Why is it that what I see in my eyes is something that can't even be called love? It's just a simple thread, a rope, and it's not even hung in the right place. It's been lifted too high. My first instinct is not even to find that thin black thread.

Can this really protect us?

Won't this feel uncomfortable in that area?

Isn't this kind of thing supposed to cover up parts of the body? It's so tiny that it can't block anything at all; in fact, it would just make you feel uncomfortable!

Even if it were Vilvi, she wouldn't wear it... This time she really wouldn't, although the girl simply didn't wear it or only prepared something that would allow the boy to seize power in the second position, without even lifting a corner, without even seeing it, just whispering a word would take away his control.

But this is not something Raiden Mei would do, at least she definitely didn't have time yesterday, otherwise the Raiden Queen wouldn't have said that the girl regretted not wearing a more suitable style and leaving a better photo.

They didn't believe Raiden Mei's modesty; it was simply that there wasn't enough time. Unless she was wearing two outfits, there wouldn't be time to change in between.

This style...

Could it be the work of the Honkai Will?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that all the Herrscher's clothes are this strange.

Even Herrschers are dressed so provocatively, with the bare minimum being a super short skirt underneath. The amount of fabric is so little that even non-Herrschers could potentially expose themselves. Is that Honkai Will, the former Prometheus, really a pervert?

Subconsciously lost in thought, he didn't even notice that the girl in the air had opened her eyes, revealing Mei's deep purple eyes.

"Jiang Cheng...do you...like this style?"

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