Collapse, a simulator of lifelong regret!

[The princess and the prince will live happily together, even if the price is to trample on the girl - everything Ikaros had when he fell. ]

【Because this is exactly what Ikaros wanted. 】

[If you cannot get close to the sun, your fake feathers will be burned, and your body will eventually melt and fall into the sea. Then please step on my corpse, fly higher and farther, and pursue the real sun.]

[Please bring true blessings to the sun, and please don't let the sun stand there alone. ]

[Even if it means making yourself a stepping stone for others. ]

[Even at the cost of everything I own.]

Ikaros never hesitated.

Velvet never hesitated.

and so……

What on earth is there to hesitate about?

——The girl took a step forward and ran firmly towards the new base of the Fire Moth. The long wind turned into her chariot, and the birds served as her guide. The flawless crystal cast the only road, and the colorful light guided the way ahead.

Jiangcheng...

wait for me!

[Even if you are already doubting whether you are qualified, continue to do this kind of thing that may have already been meaningless to others. ]

[But in the end you still can't help but leave something behind to commemorate everything you've experienced. ]

Jiang Cheng's fingers still tapped lightly on the enter key, and his bloodshot eyes looked at his design on the computer tiredly and accurately.

Different from all standard weapons ever produced.

The weapon he made entirely by himself is about to be released.

Displayed on the screen was a crystal longbow built on the flying flowers of past lives, more perfect and flawless, like a natural structure of flowers and birds, so romantic that it seemed as if it did not belong to this world, nor to the cold reality.

——The realm of true self: no time to return.

Based on all the impressions of the girl in the boy's memory, and driven by inspiration rather than rationality, a weapon that surpasses all previous technologies.

Perhaps because they were too close in life and knew each other so well, their personalities became similar to a certain extent after losing Wei Erwei.

Long-term contact and practice have enabled him to unconsciously master the abilities left by the girl.

If time is a little longer, perhaps an artificial genius will appear.

By imitating, copying.

Unfortunately……

The young man already sensed that his life was coming to an end.

It could be a few days, a few hours, or even dozens of minutes later.

The weapon he designed with all his remaining energy was a gift to his only relative, the most important person besides Weiwei.

——His relics.

I hope that the girl will have a chance to survive in this cruel world, and find her eternal paradise amidst the collapse that will only get stronger.

The ideals brought about by the books you give away also need to be helped by yourself.

only……

"After all, I still don't have the ability to make better changes."

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but sigh, and showed disappointment when looking at the weapon designed by himself.

The weapons created are very powerful.

Undoubtedly strong.

The built-in Honkai energy core, which is designed to imitate the Herrscher core and Honkai beast heart, has the ability to operate rapidly and provide a large amount of Honkai energy.

A structure that is powerful enough to power a city and has the destructive power to tear apart a mountain.

Impeccable.

He has reached the limit of what he can achieve technically.

With just this weapon, he doesn't even need to take out the actual weapon. He can exchange the design for the equivalent of military spending of a superpower.

It was completely under his personal control, and was based on the stupid and ridiculous behavior of using a single weapon to fight against Honkai.

……

Still not enough.

But after the inspiration faded, the boy felt weird looking at the weapons made purely by inspiration.

Perhaps it was because I had been separated from the girl for too long.

It has been so long that even the smile in my memory has become blurred, and even the initial fairy-tale-like encounter has lost its original color... What were those blue eyes thinking when they were looking at me at the beginning?

Because you feel at ease?

Or is it doubt about the unknown?

Or maybe, as the story goes, it's an instinctive feeling of closeness and dependence on the first creature you see.

Or maybe the girl didn't smile at all, nor did she look at herself, but was merely beautified in her memories to create this dreamy scene.

Perhaps ash forests don’t look like this, and are not actually that tall and dense.

But for me at that time, it was towering into the clouds.

Such a perfect scene is so rare, and the girl happened to be at the intersection of the branches, the meeting point of light and darkness, swept by the pink falling flowers.

It's really incredible.

Maybe that's the truth.

If what the girl showed at that time was dependence, and the sweetness of her smile was like falling into honey, there was no way she would ignore me like that afterwards.

what……

Maybe.

The boy's fingers were on the virtual keyboard.

Since the distorted memory cannot give me perfect memories, and since the emotions between me and the girl are actually not that beautiful and flawless.

Then just delete it.

He gently pressed the delete key.

But instead of throwing the entire weapon into the trash can, all the vague and uncertain parts of it that were in your memory were deleted.

Flying flowers and tits, close warmth, and breath within reach.

It's like sitting under a tree, with the breeze blowing quietly, passing through the short grass and dispersing into the bushes. The faint rustling sound passes by your ears and merges into the small town at the foot of the hill. The warm spring day awakens the vitality of the white and purple flowers on the ash trees, making them noisy.

The wind does leave no trace and cannot be caught or held firmly, but the water surface where the wind blows will leave ripples, the leaves passed by the wind will rustle, and the wind will also bring the fragrance of flowers from afar, telling everyone the arrival of a new life.

The help provided to people in difficult situations is enough to make everything remembered. It is by no means high and mighty, inaccessible, or untouchable.

But it's been too long.

At least in the boy's heart, the traces of the girl have been quietly worn away.

The traces lost a little bit of accumulation.

Then even the original will disappear one day.

Now all that remains is the mystery and perfection that belongs to the fairy, as holy and flawless as a god, unfathomable and uncontrollable, like the wind passing by.

"That's much better."

The boy looked at his revised work and nodded slightly.

Rather than relying on inspiration and romance, he believed more in the rationality and wisdom that Weiwei brought to him, and fought against the world with his pure self.

Abandoning everything to travel did not bring him any good memories worth remembering.

And this is more in line with the name "No Time to Return".

Compared to the excessive closeness just now, this is the true holiness and purity.

Next, it’s just the last step.

The boy sorted out all the processes. The posture of the weapon had already been designed. Now all they were talking about was the appearance and the specific posture.

But when he reached out his hand to complete the final procedures, his fingers suddenly froze in mid-air.

It was as if someone had pulled out the bones and joints and then filled them with cement.

He waited for dozens of seconds before clicking it with ease.

[Production completed]

Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief when a cold robot appeared beside his ear. However, the moment he opened his mouth, more than just air came out.

--Blood.

Do not……

It can no longer be called blood.

Even calling it poison is an understatement.

Just as the green color is instinctively hated by all living things and considered dangerous.

What was flowing out of his mouth now was completely purple, symbolizing the erosion of Honkai energy, a natural disaster that suddenly appeared in the world.

This level is no longer a simple limb paralysis, or hemiplegia, half-death, even the internal organs have become products of collapse.

Not to mention cheering up and concentrating on work, even being alive was a miracle.

Life force begins to drain away.

In other words, the ending was already determined from the moment it was ignited, but the speed of its loss at this moment can be felt without even observation.

There is no doubt that if the life of an ordinary person is a burning flame, then now his life is just a tiny bit of smoke and dust.

Even if it goes out the next moment, it becomes a natural and even normal thing.

……

……

"Is this the end of the story?"

"I didn't expect to die here alone."

If in the morning two years...

Do not……

Even on the day before the girl's death, Jiang Cheng would never have thought that one day he would be alone waiting for death in an empty villa.

The boy at that time would not think so even if he had a nightmare, because in his heart he always believed that Weiwei would not leave him.

No matter what we go through, no matter what disasters we encounter, even if we have to die together, Weiwei will always be by my side.

Now he could actually accept it calmly, and even had a little hope and desire...

The hope of ending this imperfect story of mine.

——Is this how Vivi felt at that time?

——You should be more nervous than me and regret it a little bit...

After all, she had nothing left, there was nothing in her hands, not even a trace of the wind was left, and death instead went to find the lonely girl.

But the girl at that time still had herself and expectations for life.

A desperate person will not be shaken when facing death. In fact, a desperate person may actively face death before being forced to do so.

The girl I once was could barely be considered this category.

If I really faced death at that time, perhaps I wouldn't be so sad and upset.

But Vivi is no longer like that.

Her life now has hope. It is no longer an abyss, but full of light.

When she has a goal, someone she loves, someone she absolutely cannot let go of, how can the girl accept her own death?