To create Honkai Impact 3rd in a world where Kallen exists.

With a soft laugh while covering her mouth, she seemed to have returned to her teenage years, as if she had always been so young.

"Boss—", Kiana crossed her arms and glared at Luo Mo with displeasure, as if to say, "Is this how you treat your employees?"

"Isn't this quite interesting? It greatly alleviated everyone's psychological trauma," Luo Mo smiled and explained simply.

Mei was both amused and exasperated by the scene; she never expected that its reenactment would turn out like this.

"So...shouldn't you be reflecting on why you caused psychological trauma to everyone? Don't just focus on making amends."

Kiana calmly pointed out a crucial oversight in Luo Mo's viewpoint.

"Uh... I'll consider adopting that next time. Speaking of which," Luo Mo thought with interest, "I wonder what Teacher Himeko would think?"

"Himeko-sensei, perhaps she would say that, cough cough—, Kiana,"

Kiana coughed twice, seemingly changing her voice, and then said in a slightly somber tone, "Has your zero-point test paper turned into a satisfactory score? Or have you earned enough credits? Still skipping class? I'll tell your mom!"

“Himeko wouldn’t say that,” Cecilia denied vehemently, but her smile seemed to carry a warning, “So, Kiana, you didn’t really skip 32 classes, did you?”

Her cold, piercing eyes held a majesty that Kiana dared not face—a majesty that was innate, an instinctive avoidance of her mother.

"Um... um, how could that be? I'm not that kind of person! If you don't believe me, ask Himeko-sensei!" Kiana was a little embarrassed, but quickly remembered the occasion and denied it.

She swore to God that she really didn't skip that many classes!

"I can't testify to that," a mature voice sounded from behind, none other than the familiar Himeko-sensei.

He stood there in a red combat uniform, smiling broadly.

Normally, Kiana would naturally want to get closer to Himeko-sensei, and it wouldn't be unreasonable for her to pounce on her, but now...

Kiana looked at the two of them with a sheepish smile, her eyes pleading, not wanting Himeko to tell her mother about this.

"Himeko-sensei, what brings you here? Please have a seat," Cecilia greeted her, not pressing Kiana for details; she had merely been giving her a warning.

If she really wanted to know, she could just ask Theresa to check the St. Freya Academy system.

However, she didn't intend to pressure Kiana regarding her studies, especially after watching the game. Her consistent wish was for Kiana to grow up happily.

Even if she doesn't become a Valkyrie, it doesn't matter. Rather, she doesn't want the other person to embark on that path at all.

“I was originally going to Theresa’s place, but she was too shy and went upstairs…” Himeko glanced at the innocent-looking Luo Mo beside her, thinking that it was between the two of them anyway, and she didn’t intend to get involved. She continued, “Then I saw that it was quite lively here, so I came over.”

"Speaking of which, Luo Mo, it's not really like what's said online, that I died in the game and that's why I didn't participate in the idol competition, is it?" Himeko asked with a smile, not annoyed at all.

She gently placed her hand on the sofa, her movements mature and elegant, provided, of course, that she wasn't drinking.

"Do you want to participate?" Luo Mo countered, remaining calm and composed.

Honestly, he didn't have such a devilish idea. The players were the ones who brought the knives on themselves, so how can you blame him?

"No, of course I didn't want to..." Himeko's gaze was somewhat complicated, and she was secretly relieved, "I never thought that such a good idol competition would turn out like this. Luckily, I didn't go."

Based on the previous rounds, she had basically concluded that this was a trap, and everyone who entered it was doomed, except for the Gemini one, who seemed relatively normal.

"Bronya, you need to get a driver's license if you want to drive on the road," Himeko casually reminded Bronya, who was standing next to her.

"Why are you saying that too..." Bronya's lips twitched, her gaze filled with helplessness.

Why does everyone assume she doesn't have a driver's license and must be speeding?

Is it possible that she was speeding in an emergency, and that she's too old to have a driver's license?

As a tough Siberian girl, she's even driven a tank, so a mere motorcycle is nothing to her.

...

“What…two interesting girls, um, just as interesting as Greta! Come here, give me a hug,”

Alicia exclaimed in admiration, never expecting that the short film that had once brought her countless tears could be portrayed in this way, which was both funny and touching.

But as soon as he finished praising her, he realized it was inappropriate, after all, Gretchen and Mebius next to him were also very cute!

Especially Gretchen, who had just come downstairs, still damp from her shower, and unlike Mebius, she wasn't haughty at all.

Lolis are so great, she loves lolis the most!

"Mmm, Alicia..." Gretsch murmured softly, then Alicia pulled her into her arms. Her soft, boneless body nestled gently against Alicia's.

"Pink, pretty, I like it." She blinked and said lazily.

Having just finished her painting, she had some paint on her body. Upon seeing this, Aponia's mother immediately gave her a bath.

Although instant cleansing is not unimaginable due to the special nature of the body, appropriate contact with life is also a beneficial thing.

Gretchen's condition seems to have improved considerably since she went outside, perhaps due to her physical condition.

Although they are still easily influenced by the thoughts and ideas of others, the effects are no longer irreversible.

"The final lesson has turned out like this?" Eden took a small sip of his drink.

She clearly doesn't understand idol rankings anymore; they're completely different from what they were like back then.

"Zero points...exam paper...skipping class, phew—" Eden breathed a sigh of relief; she had never experienced so much torment.

...

"Rosalia and Lilia? They certainly have their own style. They did manage to participate in the idol contest in the game,"

Cocolia sighed deeply, and looking at her daughters' smiling faces online, she couldn't help but feel happy too.

It's strange, really strange. When I'm out, I have countless electronic devices, but now I can be happy for so long just by holding onto a tiny mobile phone.

But today, other people came looking for her, and here they are.

Cocolia caught a glimpse of long, slender legs and simple clothes outside the prison out of the corner of her eye. She asked casually,

"Lord Alliance Leader, you didn't come here because Rosalia and Lilia's ranking surpassed Einstein's group, did you?"

“Of course not,” Walter sat down outside, scrutinizing Cocolia in the prison; her mental state had stabilized considerably.

Based on the information and evidence she provided, almost all members of the radical party were arrested, and now Anti-Entropy will no longer be split into two factions, and cohesion has stabilized again.

As for the idol competition, he had only heard a little about it.

"I didn't expect you to still be in the mood for jokes. You seem to be in good spirits," Walter said, giving her another look as if to confirm.

"So you've come here because I still have some value?" Cocolia smiled coldly; she had now told Welt most of what was going on.

Of course, it's not just for myself. You have to understand, the relationship between Anti-Entropy and Destiny is much closer than you might imagine.

If she continues to get nowhere, she can't guarantee that no one will hold Bronya accountable, and if that happens, the children in the orphanage will have even less chance of survival.

"..." Walter remained silent for a long time before saying, "I want to know about Bronya's situation."

She raised her head, her gaze sharp, and looked at the stunned Cocolia.

If we're talking about who knows Bronya best right now, Cocolia is still firmly at the top of the list.

...

The performance ended quickly, and Fu Hua came in fifth.

She performed a set of Chinese-style boxing techniques, her movements powerful, clean, and efficient.

Every move he made revealed the true nature of a martial artist. With each punch and palm strike, the wind howled endlessly, and the palm wind blew in waves, sometimes like a crane, sometimes like a tiger.

To make the explanation easier, even wooden stakes and Honkai Beasts were added, and each punch was skillful and endlessly varied.

It might even be a set of medium-intensity fist techniques from Fu Hua's memories, the kind that could be used to fight against Honkai.

The reason I remember it is because it's aesthetically pleasing to perform, and its intensity is passable; ordinary people can improve their health by practicing it.

It's worth mentioning that this was also achieved using a Velvi motion capture system.

Just when everyone thought it was over, a loud explosion came from off-screen, and several missiles shot towards Fu Hua from the bottom of the screen, leaving trails of smoke as they flew away.

Fu Hua inside paused for a moment, then quickly adjusted her posture, darting back and forth among the numerous tracking missiles. Several missiles missed their mark and struck the wooden stakes.

As the last missile struck them in time, they were unable to dodge it. Just when everyone thought something terrible had happened,

Fu Hua emerged from the smoke, coughing intermittently. Countless cherry blossom petals were scattered all over her body, her hair, and her clothes.

Pink petals accompanied her dark hair, and fallen leaves clung to her simple training clothes. In the mist, she indeed possessed a touch of the divine charm of the Crimson Iris Immortal.

Then they discovered that, along with the sound of the explosion, the surrounding area was also covered with cherry blossom petals.

It's not hard to imagine whose masterpiece this is.

Chapter 62 "Me and My Island"

“That’s right, that’s right, it’s naturally my masterpiece.” Velvi looked at the scene on the screen in front of her, a smile playing on her lips.

"But it seems... not as shocking as I expected?"

Wilvi tapped the right side of her cheek with her finger, looking puzzled.

This design seems rather mediocre. Is it because of the difference in materials used in modern civilizations or because of Fu Hua's design?

It's puzzling that she lacks any distinctive characteristics of her own.

But it doesn't matter, she'll improve it again—after all, it's a disposable product, and it can't be used after an explosion!

Therefore, Vilvi wasn't worried about whether the other party would come looking for her.

"...So, this is what you meant by having no other function?" Möbius raised an eyebrow, a look of "I knew it" on his face.

"Naturally, just some basic defense system."

Vilvi smiled and offered no further explanation.

...

"Boss, was there an accident here?" Kiana asked curiously.

But speaking of accidents, shouldn't recording usually be stopped if an accident occurs?

Why are they still uploading them?

"It's a sad story, really. The equipment couldn't handle another take, but the final footage actually turned out pretty good, so we put it on," Luo Mo said, shrugging.

As for finding Velvi afterwards, considering that the machine had just completed the final required task, Luo Mo decided to put these minor issues aside for the time being.

At this moment, Luo Mo was thinking about whether he should take a gamble with Kiana's incredible luck, given that there were so many people present. This was one of the purposes of his trip.

Luo Mo couldn't help but feel somewhat cautious about this question.