Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

Is it such a powerful enemy?

Her emerald eyes widened unexpectedly, her cherry lips parted slightly, revealing pearly white teeth and the once vibrant red tongue hidden within.

My hands, which were gripping the camera tightly, unconsciously drooped down, and through the transparent lens, my pupils captured everything in front of me with their exceptional vision.

I witnessed things that were beyond my wildest imagination.

A posture I had never witnessed in my previous ten years of life.

Whether or not Vilvi is a pervert is irrelevant.

Stealing the boy's clothes and underwear would only make the girl feel contempt from the bottom of her heart and wonder when someone had sneaked into the tent.

The gentle boy also showed a side of himself that he had never seen before and could never have imagined.

Even if you search through every corner of your memory.

Throughout the spring, summer, autumn, and winter that I spent with Jiang Cheng as a child, through his youth, adulthood, mornings, noons, and evenings, I could not find Jiang Cheng presenting this image to me or to anyone else.

Perhaps Jiang Cheng wasn't lacking in humor, nor was he that taciturn; he simply seemed quiet because he was always with her—she had almost never made a point of setting aside time to chat with the boy before.

But as the girl in the distance hesitated, searching her memory, the ever-open camera captured the boy gently reaching out to the bedside woman, Velvi, his eyes shining and a gentle, pleasant smile playing on his lips.

"you will not……"

"You think I don't even know this?"

The somewhat awkward atmosphere suddenly changed.

The boy continued to speak, explaining everything. His actions just now were essentially just a way to comfort people and pull them out of their emotional turmoil.

Vervi also raised her head seriously, her rosy lower lip being gently bitten without her noticing.

The light reflected from his eyes was fully received by Alicia in the distance; it was genuine joy, the emotional comfort brought by mutual help, and affirmation of the boy's actions in a way she had never done before.

"I don't dislike it... rather, I would say that there should be as many of these as possible in the future."

"Please be even more rude."

"My only master."

……

It has reached a point that is incomprehensible.

Such sincerity.

The genuine emotions emanating from the girl's face represent undeniable truth, even bordering on eager anticipation.

It was a love so heavy it was almost unimaginable, a complete contrast to her previous demeanor.

Even towering mountains seem too light and insignificant compared to that profound love.

For this girl who doesn't know what love is, perhaps the best way to treat her beloved is to lay bare her heart and give it all to her lover, everything she has.

Whether real or virtual, whether it's a tangible chain from reality or a more ambiguous rein on a spiritual level.

—It shouldn't be that bad, that incomparable.

How can one find a way to counteract the weight of everything one has given oneself?

The girl subconsciously denied it, trying to gain space for the greed, reluctance, and unwillingness in her heart, which she herself felt disgusted with but could not suppress or truly control, to grow and to continue to reproduce.

The filthy emotions that were truly born from a heart as pure as a flower will continue until the next scene arrives.

The lovely, genius girl gently pulled back the covers.

She casually bent down, revealing her slender figure.

Make sure your body is completely pressed against the floor.

He crushed all his dignity and glory like dust.

In the boy's gaze, those dark pupils revealed the most humble, the weakest, the most obsequious, and the most burdened posture.

—All warriors, please step down!

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There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

47. The organization lurking in the shadows, known as the Moths of Fire.

……

silence.

Silence remained.

There is no possibility of victory left.

Her pinkish-blue eyes could only watch helplessly as Jiang Cheng and Vervi continued their daily routine, uttering things she had never known before.

The boy's hobbies, the boy's mood changes... he actually really liked steampunk stuff.

Because it's cool.

I love the 'click-clack' of gears turning, the 'roar' of steam being expelled, giant robots, cool equipment in anime, and cheesy quotes.

Something every teenager should like, something that can give them an instant orgasm.

she……

do not know……

They only knew what Jiang Cheng liked, but never paid attention to the real details.

I can only offer some general frameworks that anyone could outline.

That's all.

In the dialogue, it's always the boy who indulges himself, talking about what he likes and cares about: blooming flowers, flying birds, skirts, and horns.

This kind of behavior—talking about what each other likes and communicating—is...

Never before.

Even if it's never happened even once.

……

At twenty-two, you, as the workshop owner, begin your first year with Velvi.

[You two live together in perfect harmony—if you ignore the heavy emotions that seem to be crushing you, and how the girl always tries to pour all her love and affection into you every single moment.]

Life now may seem less about travel, but the freedom and ease it brings are far more expansive and liberating than any past travel experience.

If you replaced this workshop with tents and the separate rooms with sleeping bags, life would be practically the same as before.

Although the distance is greater, you can feel that your heart is much closer and more intimate with Velvi than it is with Alicia.

The girl's feelings weren't simply inferiority; rather, they weren't just purely inferiority. Beneath that inferiority lay a sliver of pride and a desire for validation, a yearning to one day step onto a grand stage.

[To be admired by others, to complete one's performance amidst applause, and to feel a little bit like a teenager.]

You never imagined that someone's inner world could be so turbulent, even though your own mind has never been calm or ordinary.

[If one didn't share the same trauma, wouldn't put oneself in the other's shoes to search, and wouldn't be willing to bear all the emotions of a young girl, no matter how heavy they may be.]

You probably can't imagine how much internal strife is hidden beneath that seemingly calm surface, or how intense the suppressed emotions are, to the point that they surge like a tsunami.

Unfortunately, all of the girl's little ideas—her desire to show off, her desire to invent…

All emotions and interests must give way to inferiority complex.

Everything can only be bottled up inside.

Fortunately, there is still a chance to salvage this situation.

[When you meet the girl, the situation hasn't reached its most desperate point yet, so you can use your innate psychological skills to offer some help.]

In other respects, you've essentially become someone who's being kept by someone.

[You lack the girl's talent and ability, yet with her unreserved help, you have become the de facto owner and external communicator of the Spiral Workshop, using your equally useless communication skills to take orders.]

[Thanks to the girl's abilities, you secured several large orders this year, achieving unimaginable figures with just a little remote guidance.]

These orders should be enough to ensure you and Vivi are financially secure from now on. The only odd thing is that these orders all came from the same company or organization, and the company's name is rather cheesy.

—A moth drawn to a flame.

[The moth that chases the flame ultimately faces only to be burned to ashes, much like a tragic organization in a post-apocalyptic novel.]

It shouldn't be that bad.

[Although the name is indeed somewhat unlucky.]

Out of caution, you want the girl to search for information about those organizations, only to discover that the organization's information has already been completely collected.

Perhaps because this matter could potentially threaten your peace and happiness, the girl, lacking any initiative, spontaneously completed this somewhat difficult task without any prompting.

[It's no longer accurate to say that she had absolutely no subjectivity; at least when it comes to matters concerning you, Vilvie's initiative is off the charts.]

That force is no ordinary small organization; it's a place where various nations, setting aside their grudges, joined forces, utilizing the world's most advanced technology, and bringing together the most experienced and knowledgeable geniuses and scholars.

[Simply participating in it is already unimaginable for ordinary people; perhaps even the cleaning lady there is a PhD from another prestigious university.]

So-called geniuses are the cheapest thing; those who only appear in textbooks may not necessarily call themselves true experts there.

[The fact that such a large organization, formed by so many people working together, could be so easily breached by this girl suggests that she obtained more detailed information than they themselves knew about themselves. This talent is truly beyond imagination.]

After completely conquering the database and gaining in-depth knowledge of the Flame-Chasing Moth, the girl didn't stop; instead, she became even more serious.

The girl is working incredibly hard, spending about one-tenth of the time she spends on you.

The specific reason seems to be a new energy source recently discovered in the Firemoth database, which possesses multiple modes of transmission and an extremely high mortality rate.

That energy is referred to as... in the database of the Fire-Chasing Moths, and by the highest symbols of academia.

[—Collapse.]