But for another group of people, there is nothing more difficult than giving up.

Escaping suffering is easy, but escaping oneself is difficult.

The process of surviving is a continuous process of letting go, which some people call a leap forward.

No, it's not...

Those who survive the collapse always flee far away, never recalling their homeland or thinking about the dead.

Friends will encourage them, saying, "Good job, you overcame them," and they will feel relieved, take it as truth, and then run away from it.

The scars will not disappear; the pain in one's heart accumulates in a corner, and even an unintentional touch will cause one to open one's heart in agony.

Therefore, they were unwilling to mention it and thus fled.

This is not a mistake; human adaptability does not mean acceptance and transcendence, but rather rejection.

Only by being cruel enough to constantly discard memories can a person continue to live.

but.

For me.

That's not something you can just throw away.

Not at all.

...............

"that……"

A young red-haired girl ran over in a panic. She had several scrapes on her body, her hair was disheveled, and she had even lost one of her shoes.

"The...survival status, um, the people inside..."

"Those who are not involved should leave first and ensure their own safety."

The guards standing outside the long cordon saw that it was a little girl and immediately reprimanded her.

"us……"

Just as the guard was about to reprimand the arrogant girl, someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't be so harsh."

A young man walked over and said that he looked about the same age as the girl and had a reassuring face.

"Although this is information that cannot be disclosed to the outside world yet..."

The young man hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

"There are basically no survivors left inside. It's extremely dangerous now. You could get infected just by getting close. I'm really sorry, but we can't allow you to go any further."

"Almost none of them survived..."

The red-haired girl collapsed to the ground, speechless for a moment.

"Is it really okay to tell her..."

The guard scratched his head; this was, in principle, a violation of the rules.

“She came here alone. Such a brave woman would not give up if she didn’t get an answer.”

The young man shook his head, squatted down, hesitated for a long time, and then reached out his hand.

"I won't say anything to comfort you; I know it will only add to your emptiness. But it's really dangerous here. Please come with me."

"........."

The red-haired girl raised her head blankly, without reacting.

"Excuse me."

The young man hesitated for a moment, then suddenly reached out and swept the girl up in his arms.

"Excuse me, sir, I'll take her to a safe area first. Please let the captain know for me."

"I know, you're still the same old pushover."

The guard curled his lip, as if this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this.

"Feel sorry."

Ignoring the girl's struggles, the young man picked her up and ran quickly in another direction.

"Wait, let go, I can walk by myself..."

The girl struggled, her face flushed, because she was being hugged by a strange man.

"You can't do it, can you? You just tried to stand up, but you failed."

The young man shook his head. He had observed very carefully; the girl hadn't been paralyzed with fear, but rather she had tried to stand up but couldn't muster the strength.

"You're being too reckless. It's obvious you've reached your physical limit."

"That city is in such a state! Who cares about that kind of thing! Let me go! I don't want to, I don't want to run away!"

The red-haired girl struggled violently, glaring fiercely at the young man.

"What do you know about me?! Everything I have is there! This is the second time! I've already lost my homeland once!"

"……Me too."

"...Huh?"

“My hometown is no longer here either. But you’re just giving up on yourself; it’s a form of escapism.”

The young man ignored the girl's punches and kicks and just kept running forward.

"Humans are born with fear, but they can overcome it. That is courage. The bonds that connect people are the source of all the beauty in the world."

Everyone has something to protect, something they can't compromise on, I understand. That's why you're stronger than them, that's why you can't give up on yourself.

"..."

The red-haired girl's expression was almost one of utter astonishment.

She had never confided in anyone since she was a child, but the stranger in front of her seemed to have seen right through her.

"Although I am willful, doing what I want to do and helping others is the only way I can think of without running away."

The young man spoke with a burning gaze.

"you……"

"arrive."

The young man suddenly stopped in his tracks. The girl looked up in surprise and realized that, without her noticing, many stretchers had appeared around them, and medical staff in white coats were busy taking care of patients, with no one paying any attention to them.

"Um, I'm sorry, these are civilians who need protection."

The young man stopped a thin "man" wearing a large hood and explained.

"..."

The thin, small "male" had two horns on his head, which looked very strange. He raised his head, and at that moment, the red-haired girl suddenly noticed him...

It turns out she was a petite girl.

"I see."

Her voice was very cold, and she didn't even give the red-haired girl a second glance.

"Thank you."

The young man nodded and hurried back.

"and many more!"

The red-haired girl spoke instinctively, shouting out before she even realized it.

"kindness?"

The young man turned around and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Could you tell me your name?"

The red-haired girl said somewhat nervously.

"me?"

Although somewhat puzzled, the young man smiled and said...

"My name is……"

...............

Gaia University

"Well……"

Chitose rubbed his forehead and sat up from his dormitory bed.

"Was this... a wet dream? Have I been single for too long...?"

Qian Duliu smiled wryly, picked up the water bottle from the table, and drank it all in one gulp.

"I wonder how he is... If I join the Firemoth, I wonder if I'll ever be able to see him."

Chitose recalled the young man she foresaw during her second experience of the Honkai.

"And that aloof girl, she was very responsible in examining my wound, but she doesn't seem to be a medical professional, does she?"

Chitose stretched his body while talking to himself.

"I wish I could see him again... I wonder if he has a girlfriend..."

Chitose muttered to herself, splashing cold water on her face, then silently murmured that person's name—

"Adam".

Let's do a little py, aba aba

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