Collapse, a simulator of lifelong regret!

Ugh……

In the end, Eden could only end the communication with a sigh. His eyes, which should have been as bright as flowing gold, had already solidified and reflected the flawlessness of Sleeping Beauty, like a dead sea, a falling bird, and a withered flower.

No matter how beautiful the words are, it can never change the fact that the heart of the girl in front of me is already dead and empty.

Kevin and the others don't have the ability to insert, so they can only choose to leave and wait silently until they are useful. Velvet is now torturing the "memory" Ellie, and has given up the possibility of getting the truth from Alicia. She hopes to learn some truth from the same person in different worlds, and places her hope on the so-called empathy and the same personality.

Su was also pulled over to test and explore whether the "memory" Ellie could use her empathy, her past with the boy, the few exchanges she had with the fairy at the banquet, and a few clues to infer the general direction of what would happen next.

Don't ask for too much, at least some information that can be speculated will be fine. As a friend, Eden wanted to stop it but was powerless because even Alicia herself didn't want her to interfere in her and Vilvi's affairs.

Although she still showed rejection and was unwilling to express her feelings, only willing to describe them in general, she was not as autistic as Alicia who was lying on the ground, and was willing to cooperate with Su to find the truth.

Perhaps she also wanted to know why her other self became like this. Why did a girl who should be as lovely as a flower wither to this point?

In the story of these three people, only... is there no room for me to intervene?

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In silence, I am about to spend the day.

The time of the paradise in the past is not connected to the reality/outside world, nor is it related to day and night, sun, moon and stars. It’s just that my instinct as a singer declares in my heart that the best time to hold a concert has arrived.

Obviously, he has become a dead person, has nothing to do with the world, and can no longer change anything, but the memories and truths that he has retained too much are still playing tricks on him.

Subconsciously, Eden raised his head and looked at the sky that was paved with information, which would never change, always in the brightest day, always in the romantic dusk, and always false.

Until those gorgeous starry eyes suddenly trembled, no longer blazing, and would not let that romance and brilliance flicker forever, losing their fluidity. The gold that had long been solidified reflected the flowing light that looked like a meteor falling from the sky.

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"Light?"

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Reality: When thunder breaks the sky: 197. Alicia, I beg you.

Light……

It definitely shouldn't be here.

The only thing is the light that shouldn't appear here.

Because there is no definite roof in the paradise, it is just a world compiled by data. It will never change and has no concept of the flow of time. In essence, it is even closer to a flowing coffin.

Eden and Aponia, who were intrigued by the sound beside them, subconsciously looked up and unexpectedly saw a meteor coming from the edge of the sky.

It was a touch of pink, flawless like a fairy, soft yet seemingly indestructible, tearing through the clouds and the atmosphere.

Even a paradise that does not belong to this world cannot block this light. It is as if the sky does not exist in the concrete sense, but in an abstract concept, everyone only needs to look up to see the miracle that belongs only to God, through walls, mountains, roofs, data, and anything that may block the view.

Even though it has been shattered into pieces and turned into endless dust, that brilliance and that hope that is so close can still be felt - that is the boy's, the one and only power of the stars, which the girl will never forget no matter what, and it is rooted in the deepest part of her body, a place that even the soul cannot describe.

It is even more important than one's own memory and one's own self. Even at the cost of one's life, one would never choose to forget it.

Even the Herrscher of the Rock cannot completely replicate this unique aura that only one person in this world possesses.

That is the power held by the Ruler of Jiangcheng. After making a wish to the stars and the ocean, a disaster was born with the original wish.

what……

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——Another false hope?

Alicia had already been covered in wounds from endless blows, and her delicate, flower-like heart was also riddled with holes.

The girl now even has some fear of hope.

Afraid of the light that might once again appear within sight.

Fear of the possibility of once again clearly realizing that there is room for turning back.

It’s not that I don’t yearn for redemption, it’s not that I don’t yearn for beauty.

It's just that it's impossible to do it. Those who tarnished the name of Alicia... the Herrscher could never be redeemed or redeemed from the beginning.

Every light in the abyss.

Every time I grab a lifeline.

In fact, they are all just efforts for the next fall - it is precisely because of the buffer and the clear awareness that one is at a high place that one becomes more desperate when one realizes that one is falling.

From the moment the boy left with Vivi and lost the most important person in her life for the first time, the girl had already begun to fall.

Choose to be a voyeur, choose to be a shameless person, even if you just close your eyes when you fall, but at least your heart will not be so painful.

The first time I had hope was because of the flying flowers from the past life.

It only took him a second to save Velvet from collapse, but his hesitation led to the tragedy of the boy.

The second time to express hope is to decide to sacrifice oneself.

All you have to do is ignore everything and rush forward like a wild boar, using up your life and wishes, but the result is that your recklessness makes salvation become empty talk.

The third time I expressed hope was due to Weiwei’s encouragement.

The other party is willing to be the trampled Ikaros, using his body as a stepping stone to the sun, just to pull the boy out of the abyss.

I just need to treat Jiang Cheng well and seriously, but because of my cowardice, I let hope disappear in my hands in an instant.

the fourth time……

the fifth time……

I don't know how many times this has happened.

How many times have my hopes been extinguished by my own hands?

Maybe if they could have a good talk like adults before the boy left, instead of foolishly letting Jiang Cheng, who had already lost his feelings, continue to play the role of the leader and the elder brother, and let the situation develop in this way, it would not have come to this point.

Jiang Cheng is obviously the one who needs help.

It is obvious that Jiang Cheng is the one who needs care.

It is obvious that Jiang Cheng is the one who is in trouble and struggling in despair.

Yet I am still so incompetent. As a person who can swim, I need a person who is already drowning in the sea to push me up again and again, at the cost of choking on more water and dying faster.

How stupid.

How incompetent.

How ridiculous.

Anyone in the world can hate fate and God when encountering tragedy and being treated unfairly, but I absolutely cannot do that, because everything now is the result of me giving up hope again and again, destroying the beauty again and again. It is the ending created by my own hands!

so funny.

I can't do anything.

I clearly can't do anything.

It will only make things worse at every critical moment. Even if it has the ability to change fate and tear up stories, it will still make things worse.

It is as if this ability to change fate simply makes tragedy more tragic, and the act of changing tragedy becomes a pastime for those in high positions.

A drama, a third-rate and boring farce performed by the most ridiculous clown.

——I can’t do anything.

Because even the simulation is over.

——I don’t have a childhood sweetheart named Jiang Cheng.

There is no chance to rewrite it.

There is no person named Jiang Cheng in the world, and the story of the boy's existence has ended.

The story has come to an end. No matter what the ending is, we can only watch it all as a bystander, feeling sad, painful and upset.

If you never give hope, then would it not be so painful when you lose it?

If there were no expectations, would the fate not be so sad and painful?

If the light had never been seen, would the darkness not be so unbearable?

Since nothing can be done, then don't do it.

Since nothing can be changed, then don't change it.

So the girl let herself fall, and let herself get closer and closer to the darkness.

It seems that as long as I close my eyes, I will not be able to see the darkness so close to me; it seems that as long as I cover my ears, I will not be able to hear the crying that follows me everywhere.

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It would be great if that were the case.

If it is really possible to just cover one's ears and steal the bell, block out all vision, ignore all senses, and let the heart that has been shattered into sand be completely blown away by the wind, then people who are no longer worthy of the name Alicia will not be so sad, right?

Is there anything so cheap in the world?

There is no way you can stop doing something wrong by just closing your eyes.

There is no pause in the game called reality, and even in the simulator there is no pause. At best, there is some room for thinking when making a choice.

Even with my eyes closed.

I can also see the pain of memories echoing before my eyes.

Even if you cover your ears.

I can also hear the sadness in my heart still screaming.

The experiences with the boy are memories that can never be forgotten, so deep that they seem to be engraved in the soul, and every word is written with rich blood and bones.

Even if it would only bring pain, even if this disharmony made the silence of choosing death impossible, but when Alicia wanted to tear it up and forget it, there would always be a young girl rushing out, grabbing those memories tightly, even throwing her body on them, desperately protecting and stopping herself, as if she was holding a treasure and refusing to let go.

——It’s my former self.

The body was creaking and making sounds as if it was breaking down.

But the girl's long eyelashes still trembled slightly, and her pink pupils, which were as dead as ashes and without any light, couldn't help but open.

"..."

"Eh?"

"Is it... a meteor?!"

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In his spare time as a guard, Kevin opened a bucket of instant noodles and was savoring it carefully. Qianjie was still minding his own business and was behaving arrogantly with Abonya. Kosmo wanted to say something to the apostle but couldn't say a word and could only be autistic.

Even the "memory" Velvet, Grace, Padufils, Hua, Mobius... everyone caught this light.

A falling star is a supernatural phenomenon that can be seen by almost anyone in the world as long as they look up. It can only be described as a miracle.

Even the paradise woven from data can capture this brilliance, and with authority that even surpasses that of a single hero, it can be displayed in the sky where there should be nothing. Naturally, it cannot be restricted by distance.

Even Velvi, whose defense had been broken by Alicia's poor play and who decided to try every possible means to attack her counterpart in another world, was the same.

Although the girl had no intention of looking up at this moment, all her goals and attention were focused on the person she hated the most.

Seemingly slender, but in fact the ability to grasp has been honed to the extreme through years of training. The delicate fingertips tugged at the collar of "Memory" Ellie, forcing the girl's eyes to look into his own.

Blue and silver, leisurely and angry, the only thing in common is that they all seem to have a little pink like the proud cherry blossoms of spring fallen in them.

The fairy lady was being tortured by being dragged by the collar. As she was being dragged and shaken by Vilvi, even her head was shaken back and forth as if by the tail of a long whip. It was pure torture and persecution, but when she looked up at one moment, she happened to catch a glimpse of the brilliance that descended from the sky and cut through the sky.

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"And my shooting star...seems like!"

The girl, who had been trying to take advantage of the situation and pretending to be deaf and dumb, stopped at this moment, and her head, which had been shaken casually, remained motionless.

The agility and liveliness seemed to disappear in an instant, and he just stared blankly at the dazzling pink meteor that should never have appeared from the sky - his pupils, which still retained their blue color, were now dull, and he even ignored the pain of the soft fabric being tightly tied to his skin.