Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

[This is also the only way you can use the gap in reality to keep the girl free, so that even the right to think isn't handed to you as a gift.]

[The girl will stop no matter what, as long as you threaten her own safety.]

At least you've achieved your goal this time.

[A polite way of declining to join the Moth Chaser.]

[You also feel that this so-called pan-human community is quite absurd. The idea of ​​all humanity working together is inherently impossible. If true unity were possible, there wouldn't be so much war in the world.]

[Even though you have refused to join and decided to remain independent, it does not mean that the contract between Spiral Workshop and Flamemoth will be terminated.]

[The other party remains your studio's biggest financial backer to this day.]

Building a community with a shared future for mankind is essentially no different from dreaming.

Even if, to your knowledge, the person who proposed this organization is one of the world's top scholars, it will ultimately be torn apart by various countries, no matter how impressive it may seem, if it cannot protect the interests of everyone.

[No matter how frightening the so-called "moths chasing the flame" may seem, it's at best just another empty shell of the United Nations, achieving a certain degree of technology sharing.]

Unless some massive catastrophe occurs in the next second, forcing all of humanity to unite, we will face death and destruction.

[——How is it possible? ]

[The credibility of these so-called doomsday prophecies is about as low as the existence of a god; since 2012, no one has believed in them anymore.]

Although the performance may seem unremarkable, limited to a certain degree of technology sharing, the fact that various countries are willing to relinquish some of their interests is enough to pique your and the girl's interest to some extent.

Anyway, none of this will interfere with your and the girl's daily life.

Since living with Vilvi, you've experienced a feeling of being valued at all times, a feeling completely different from before.

"I learned how to make braised pork from traditional Chinese cuisine. Would you like to try it?"

Vervi blinked her silver-gray pupils, her eyes filled with tender emotions—her full figure was covered by an apron, leaving only her rounded calves encased in black stockings, as sweet as freshly baked chocolate, with the edges showing the delicate pink flesh of her legs being gently bound.

The edges of her slender arms were completely covered by fabric, and the warmth of the kitchen brought a few drops of water to her slightly reddened skin, which looked moist and glossy, as if coated with syrup.

The only difference was a small opening at the top of the apron, and the intentionally tightened ties on both sides caused the soft flesh to be constantly squeezed and even deformed.

At first glance, it looks as strange as if she's only wearing stockings and an apron.

"—Then I certainly can't be absent."

Jiang Cheng didn't pay attention to such trivial details; he simply stepped forward and accepted the dark gold plate.

"Anyway, as long as it's made by you, no matter what kind of hellish dish it is, it will taste very, very good. You don't need to think at all."

"Well……"

"That's such a cheating answer."

"If no mistakes are pointed out, how am I supposed to improve the food..."

Vilvi pouted her rosy lips, seemingly somewhat displeased, and her fair skin, flushed with shyness, puffed up as softly as a pufferfish.

I answer this every time I want to ask something.

this is not……

Is it becoming increasingly impossible to move forward?

If you can't move forward, can't continue to improve, and can't work towards what the boy likes, how can you guarantee that you will always have the boy's love, care, and tenderness?

Nevertheless, the girl couldn't help but be intoxicated by this sweetness, and even her body seemed to soften, wanting to lean on the boy.

There's nothing particularly special about it.

It's clearly very ordinary.

Yet it seemed as if one could smell the burning flames emanating from the boy.

It wasn't the smell of burning sulfur or the pungent odor of charcoal, but rather a warm, perceptible aroma, like the steam rising in a hot spring bathhouse.

Perhaps still on the edge of a cliff, but no longer the cold wind blows; the kindling called emotion is lit to keep warm in the long, lonely winter.

"Otherwise, why would you say sincerity is the ultimate weapon?"

The boy simply savored with his eyes this intimacy that was more fragrant than any food and sweeter than any candy, an intimacy that had never lingered in his past life, a brief and beautiful experience that only lasted between the ages of five and nine.

"If you really don't believe in your own abilities, you can try to believe what I'm saying."

"I'm not the type to cook according to the dish."

"I would never lie to you."

"—My dearest Virvi."

……

After spending this time together, the boy truly understood why the girl did what she did, why she gave up her dignity and rights, and why she was always trying to do something.

These actions are not simply a matter of personal preference, nor do they mean that she was born a masochist.

In fact, it can probably be summarized in one sentence.

Please, please suggest something to me.

Please prove to me that I am indispensable.

Because of a lack of security, because it was the first time in my life I had felt warmth, and because I had become accustomed to this warmth, I feared that this feeling would disappear silently under the sun like a bubble.

--Yes.

I will prove to you, prove your importance, prove that once the problem is identified, it's only a matter of time before it's solved.

As the second person in his life to earn such goodwill, and as a reward for the help and rescue he received, the young man will not be discouraged, tired, or choose to run away halfway, no matter how long it takes.

It's just a matter of time, and time just happens to be the thing that young people have the most of.

He's only in his early twenties; he has a long life ahead of him.

[Thanks to your long efforts, the girl was finally able to step out of the room with you. It wasn't out of coercion, but rather a natural choice, to go shopping together on a relatively quiet street.]

[This also marks the start of a brand new business for you, offering online setup assistance—provided that no more than thirty people are present at the site.]

[This is the bottom line the girl mentioned; if the number exceeds this, she cannot perform any work.]

【--strangeness.】

[Weren't teenage girls once able to walk normally on the street?]

[You first met on the street; the girl's hat was blown away by a gentle breeze carrying cherry blossoms, and you happened to pick it up while going downhill.]

[The girl never missed a single one of your birthdays afterward, and she never seemed uncomfortable at large gatherings of hundreds or thousands of people.]

It's unlikely that after spending so much time with the girl, her mental health issues weren't cured, and instead, they worsened and became more severe.

[It's likely that some other symptoms were triggered, or perhaps the reason you were able to attend the birthday party was because you were forcibly propelling your body forward by your feelings for me.]

[You didn't think too much about it; your attention was quickly drawn to the Moth that had ordered your new service.]

That organization is asking you to help build a large building.

Design a defense system for the engineering department's headquarters.

[For Spiral Workshop's biggest client, who almost never makes any demands, this relatively easy order was naturally accepted.]

You might also like to see what that so-called world's most advanced base looks like; it might just match your imagination from science fiction novels.

Unfortunately, because you weren't a core member, you weren't allowed to see the aerial view of the Firemoth base before being sent directly to the engineering department.

Even though the core building wasn't finished, the towering, futuristic architecture was certainly eye-catching enough.

At least in this respect, it certainly didn't disappoint you.

Although the infrastructure wasn't as advanced as the Spiral Workshop, it paled in comparison to the girl's talent.

[This was still a pretty good mood until the official handover ceremony, when a large group of bald employees bowed to you and called you "senior."]

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50. Do you really wish you could turn into a puppy?

Despite being the nominal owner of the Spiral Workshop, you never actually stole a single bit of credit or glory that belonged to the young girl.

[Anyone who knows even a little about you, like the Moth that Chases Flame, should know that you're nothing more than a mascot.]

【Something's wrong...】

Shouldn't the core engineer be Vervi?

[How could such a thing be changed so easily? You're certainly not a talented person, how could you possibly earn the title of a senior?]

【unless……】

The boy looked at the embarrassed girl. Perhaps because she realized that she had been seen through, she lowered her head slightly, not daring to meet her dark eyes directly. All that could be seen was her delicate earlobe, which was slightly warm and red, through her slightly combed brown hair.

I should have thought of it earlier...

No?

……

"Honestly, you have subjective initiative, so why can't you use it more in other things? You're clearly the talented one, the real genius."

"If I slip up later and people point out that I'm not good enough, the responsibility will all fall on you."

Despite his seemingly harsh and dissatisfied expression, the boy's lips did not droop at all, and his night-sky-like eyes were filled with a helpless gentleness.

Every single moment truly highlights that unique personality.

—Do you really wish you could turn into a dog?

"Feel sorry……"

The girl lowered her head even further, gently biting her rosy lower lip. The guilt she felt for taking matters into her own hands was heavier than the fullness of her breasts. Her slender, white fingertips were already itching to take off all her clothes.