Honkai Impact 3rd: The Girl Who Chases the Flame

After that, Cangxuan left with the sobbing Danzhu.

Sakura disappeared into the night without alerting anyone.

Only Kevin and Wilwick remained motionless, standing in front of the tombstone all night.

The deceased are gone, but the living continue.

Life is not a journey across death, but a circular path of accepting or forgetting death. When they think they have finally reached the end, it is just another cycle.

Memories reside in the human mind. Some choose to forget because of pain, while others choose to suffer because they don't want to forget.

This is a choice without a choice, because there is no salvation in it.

The significance of the dead to the living.

It means that when the living die, they entrust the meaning to the next living person.

It goes on and on, endlessly.

Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Puppeteer

Answer me—

Why is the world so unfair?

Answer me—

Why are humans so cruel?

Answer me—

Why does the world exist? Why is life born?

.........

When I questioned the world with immense doubt, all I received was a deeper emptiness.

Compared to the world, humans are small and insignificant beings.

However, every "insignificant" human being living in this world constitutes this human society, which means...

No matter who you are, you are insignificant.

Therefore, everyone should have the right to question the world and humanity.

But that is not the case.

People manage people, people control people, people represent people.

This gradual progression eventually led to the center of power, forming a pyramid.

Only those who stand at the top have the right to question the world.

Most people do not desire war, but they are powerless to prevent or avoid conflicts arising from disputes over the interests of their groups.

Most people don't want to be abandoned, but when they show anger, they realize they have nothing at all.

These are all correct.

They are both reasonable and unreasonable.

If the world were determined by the will of the majority, then it would surely be a time of lasting peace.

Actually not so.

Therefore, the world today is a stage for the elite, who bring together numerous beings and values ​​to form a power structure that belongs only to a few.

These pyramids everywhere are the truth about something called "order".

Life itself has no meaning.

Those who obtain it give it meaning.

However, for humans, it is the norm for others to give meaning to something.

Conventional values ​​and an inescapable sense of morality are the origins of why people make sacrifices.

Human life, and even will, are controlled by others; humans are puppets, playthings of those in power.

.........

I am not a philosopher.

I am not a sociologist either.

He is not a politician.

.........

I'm crazy.

I am a beast.

I am the devil.

I am an assassin.

.........

Having lost everything, I curse others in the air of hell.

That was the initial awakening, and also a farewell to the world.

From that day on, everything was the same. I was nothing more than someone else's puppet, with no right to change, no right to question, nothing at all.

but……

but……

but……

As that voice echoed in my mind, I thought to myself...

The world is nothing but a puppet show, so why can't I be the puppeteer?

Why can't a puppet bound by threads manipulate a puppeteer who thinks he's superior?

I remained rational; I neither lost myself nor abandoned my memories.

Because I was insane from the very beginning; someone who has already fallen into the abyss has no need to fall again.

Come on, come on, come on!

With fervent enthusiasm, we will overthrow class divisions!

Keep going upwards, and keep questioning the world!

I will give everyone the right to ask questions!

Every single one of them, every single one of them!

…………

Moth Chasing Fire New Headquarters

Reno

"How's work lately? Is it still as stressful as ever?"

A woman with long, light blonde hair stirred her lemon tea with a straw and looked across at the person opposite her.

"They're all just trivial matters, nothing to worry about."

Melutina stared at the enormous parfait in front of her, unsure where to begin.

Is Nino still a freelance journalist?

"No, I don't do that anymore. Now I just take on freelance work, like writing articles for people..."

The woman known as "Nino" shook her head.

"However, the fusion warriors are really powerful."

"how you said that?"

Melutina poked her head out from the giant parfait.

"Look, this thing is so big, isn't it amazing? Everyone's looking over here."

Nino rested his chin on his hands.

"But you're planning to finish it, aren't you?"

"This has nothing to do with fusion warriors, and there's more..."

Melutina glanced around, successfully diverting their attention with her eyes.

"They're looking at you, aren't they, Your Highness?"

"That was a nickname from so many years ago?"

Nino frowned his handsome eyebrows and shook his head.

"So, Miss Melutina, the 'Demon King,' you're not as arrogant as you used to be."

"Is that right?"

Melutina had a spoon in her mouth.

"Do you know, Melutina?"

Nino raised an eyebrow.

"what?"

"It is said that people who like to eat sweets usually had an unhappy childhood."

"Well……"

"I also love sweets the most."

Nino gave a mocking smile.

"...Would you like me to order another one for you?"

"That's obviously not what you meant, don't play dumb."