Collapse, I am actually in the villain camp

"Li Wen..." She called the other's name softly.

However, Li Wen did not respond to her, but stared at the bed with a dazed look in his eyes.

"Li Wen..." She raised her voice.

Li Wen suddenly woke up from his dream and his body shook slightly.

He looked at Kiana who had sat up, exhaled softly, and a smile appeared on his face, "How do you feel?"

"Very good!" Kiana waved her arms vigorously.

"Haha...that's good." Li Wen smiled and continued to instruct, "However, between the activities, you should first put the three cores under your control."

"Yeah." Kiana nodded, then immediately closed her eyes and immersed her mind in her body.

Although the effect of the "God-killing Spear" in her body has not faded, she does not need to use the Honkai energy to activate the core. She only needs to attach her consciousness to it and build a spiritual connection with it.

Because she was no longer constrained by the Herrscher of the Sky, she was able to establish a spiritual connection very easily and took control of the ownership of the three cores without any hassle.

The moment the three cores completely obeyed her control, she understood - she was free.

Chapter 92 Welcome to the Domination Theater

When you are sad and in pain, even the quickest and simplest things will make you feel extremely tormented; when you are happy, it is the opposite. Even if you are just waiting, you will not feel the passage of time in an extremely happy mood.

After successfully controlling the core in her body and becoming a Herrscher with three cores, Kiana felt relieved and returned to her former nature.

Before he was relieved, even in happy times, Li Wen could sense the hint of sadness between the other person's brows.

And now, after being completely freed from her restraints, Kiana is always filled with the vigor and vitality that she should have at her age.

This vitality gradually infected Li Wen, making him often smile sincerely.

However, while they were gathered together, changes in the world were still quietly taking place.

……

Shenzhou.

Sky City.

In a small rental house, a young man with an ordinary appearance is concentrating on the computer in front of him.

Fu Wentao, 24 years old, is an ordinary person.

Because of an unknown disaster that broke out a few months ago, he had to flee with his family to Tianqiong City, a famous metropolis in Shenzhou.

Sharing the same idea as them, many people affected by the disaster fled to Sky City.

Even though the outside world has been devastated by terrible disasters, this city is still so prosperous.

The ruins of his hometown formed a strong contrast with the high-rise buildings in front of him, which made Fu Wentao instantly fall in love with the city in front of him.

He wants to start a new life in this city.

However, the population saturation caused by the influx of a large number of people into the city has meant that he has not yet been able to find a job that suits him.

However, because he took all the valuables with him when he fled, his family was not in financial difficulty.

Therefore, while looking for jobs in various recruitment software, he also relied on other channels to earn some commissions.

Self-media is the path he chose.

Although the money earned is not much, it is enough to maintain normal expenses of the family.

Besides, this is just the beginning. As he does better and better, he will naturally be able to earn more money.

Sooner or later, he will be able to move out of this small rental house and live in his own house.

With beautiful fantasies in his heart, he also completed the final work.

After checking it carefully and making sure there were no mistakes, he posted his article directly.

click-

The old door made a sound. He looked up and saw the door opened and his mother walked in.

"Mom, what's wrong?" He composed himself and asked his mother with a smile.

His mother did not answer his question. Instead, she sat down beside his bed and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Son, when are you going to find a job?"

Hearing his mother's question, Fu Wentao scratched his head and said, "I have been looking for it, but I haven't found it yet, right?"

My mother spoke again, "How about we not be picky yet? Let's just find a job and do it first. As the saying goes, 'Looking for a job when you're already riding one.'"

"Mom, I know what you mean." Fu Wentao leaned back in his chair with a headache, his hands folded across his chest, his eyes fixed on his arms. "But am I not making money now? I make as much as I did at work. Besides, those jobs you mentioned don't pay much, and there's a lot of trouble. It's not as comfortable as at home."

"That being said, I still hope you can find a decent job." My mother shook her head. "Your 'self-media' is just sitting in front of the computer all the time. How much money can you make? Besides, sitting in front of the computer all the time is so unhealthy."

Listening to his mother's opinion, Fu Wentao was silent for a while before he slowly said, "...But I really like doing this."

"Mom doesn't disagree with you playing this, but you have to focus on normal things. Who cares if you don't go to work all the time? You can find a normal job and do this in your spare time."

Fu Wentao became a little irritated, his chest heaving, and he did not respond to his mother's words.

"Son, listen to me and find a job first, okay?"

"I..." Fu Wentao wanted to refuse, because he felt that he was living a good life now. He could earn as much money as an ordinary job by doing his hobby.

Although these amounts are still small compared to the work he is good at, he is already quite satisfied.

After all, there is a saying that goes - money can't buy my willingness.

Moreover, he also firmly believes that as long as he continues to work hard, he may not need to find a new job and can support his family by relying solely on self-media.

But looking at his mother's expectant eyes and wrinkled face, he finally fell silent.

"……it is good."

He finally spoke after a while.

Hearing his words, his mother immediately smiled and quickly got up and walked out.

bang-

The door closed gently, making a slight sound, but Fu Wentao felt his heart shaken violently.

He collapsed in the chair, and after a while, he regained some strength.

Relying on this little bit of strength, he supported himself and walked to the bed, and smashed towards the bed like a giant robot that had lost power.

His face was pressed by the old bedding, making it a little difficult for him to breathe.

But even so, he had no intention of moving his face away.

Only the discomfort from his body functions can allow his heart to catch its breath.

Boom, boom, boom——

Feeling his heart beating heavily and rapidly, his mood became increasingly depressed.

He couldn't understand why his family didn't support him even though he could make money by doing what he wanted.

Why did I choose to compromise in the end even though I clearly wanted to refuse?

Why can others do what they want to do, but I can't?

Why can others live happily, while I have to suffer such hardships, leave my hometown, and have to come to other places to work hard.

Why……?

He didn't understand.

He wants to understand.

Shrouded in dead silence, his consciousness slowly sank into the depths of darkness.

In the silence, his consciousness began to wake up from the haze.

There was bottomless darkness before his eyes, and he had lost control of his entire body. He could only feel his own existence and the deep pain in his chest.

"Another lucid dream?"

He is no stranger to this experience commonly known as "sleep paralysis."

After understanding the current situation, he began to struggle hard, trying to wake up from the dream.

As he struggled, the light before his eyes became clearer.

“Is this what it’s like when you wake up from a lucid dream?”

Despite the endless doubts in his heart, all he did was struggle.

"I... am I still dreaming?"

When his consciousness was completely clear, he asked an imperceptible question.

It was a huge complex of buildings that far exceeded his comprehension, and common sense was ruthlessly crushed here.

Broken corridors twisted into strange angles and extended forward, and the irregular stone pillars were carved with strange symbols that he could not recognize.

At the end of the corridor is a huge castle-like building. The majestic castle seems to be issuing a silent invitation to him.

The pointed glass cast bizarre shadows, and faint fragmented singing could be heard from inside the window.

Before he could comprehend the current situation, numerous puppets entangled in silk threads took strange steps, passed by him, and slowly moved towards the ancient castle.

At this moment, he seemed to hear the castle's affectionate call to him.

"Welcome to the Domination Theater."

Chapter 93 Changguang's Warning

……

The afternoon sun poured into the house through the glass. Kiana sat on the sofa, stroking Blake's soft fur in her arms while watching the Homunculus animation on TV.

Li Wen sat on the sofa next to him, sipping black tea while reading the e-book projected in front of him.

During the period when the Herrscher had not yet arrived and the virtual invasion had not yet arrived, both of them were very relaxed.

Although the collapse that has not yet arrived has made the two of them somewhat worried, and they feel that a storm is about to come, for them, the birth of the Herrscher should be delayed as much as possible.

In this way, they would have ample time to prepare how to deal with the Herrscher, who truly represented the end of all things.

Drop, drop, drop——

Just when the two people and the cat were feeling very comfortable, Li Wen's communicator suddenly rang rapidly.

Li Wen opened the communication and found that the communication information actually came from Rita, which made him instinctively realize that something might have gone wrong.

Without thinking too much, he answered the call directly.

As the communication was connected, Rita's virtual projection immediately appeared in front of Li Wen.

Seeing the communication was connected, Rita immediately bowed slightly and said, "Mr. Minister, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Rita, is there anything wrong?" Li Wen held the teacup lightly in his hand.

Seeing this, Kiana immediately turned down the volume of the TV and turned her gaze to Rita.

"There's a strange set of reports," Rita replied respectfully.

"A strange report?" Li Wen sat up straighter with a curious look. If even Rita, the perfect maid, called it strange, the problem must be quite serious.

"Yes. I have sent the report materials." Rita nodded.

After hearing Rita's words, Li Wen operated a few times on the communicator and projected a set of reports just submitted by Rita in front of Rita's virtual image.

After briefly looking through the information, his gaze gradually became serious.

Two words slowly came out of his mouth, "collapse."

Hearing Li Wen's words, Kiana put Blake, who was lying on her legs, aside, and immediately sat next to Li Wen, carefully reading the information in the report.

The London subway accident, the Belgrade vendetta, the Frankfurt financial crisis, the disappearances in Calcutta, the arson in Bloemfontein...

Looking at this information, Kiana scratched her head.

These seem to be just ordinary social events, how can they be connected with "Honkai Impact"?

That's what she originally thought.