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

Watching Luo Mo and Yuexia walk away, Su Luo felt a sense of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from her heart. It was truly wonderful that Yuexia was alive.

She understood the logic, but even so, she still cursed the scoundrel of the boss, which made her cry for several days.

She glanced indifferently at Susana beside her.

"If the boss has no objections, then let's put it out."

"Eh—oh!" Susana nodded quickly and said.

She had no idea what had just happened. As she was talking, Durandal's younger sister, the third young lady of the Kaslana family, left in distress.

The other party is also very popular in the Tianming Bagua Wanshitong! Especially after the game was released, they were among the most popular.

Could that conversation just now... involve some unspeakable secret with your boss?

Just thinking about the scene of her rapidly changing expression, she had already conceived a novel of several million words in her mind. When she got back, she would definitely share it with Alvit!

...

"Human, are you unhappy?" Yuexia looked up in confusion. She was very sensitive to emotions, especially those of the humans she cared about.

"It's alright..." Luo Mo said softly.

He glanced down at the moonlight, looked at the other person's puzzled face, and smiled wryly.

"Okay, I'm so upset I'm about to cry, Yuexia, can I have a hug?"

"If humans beg me..." Yuexia pouted slightly, speaking calmly, her words revealing a skill she had learned from who-knows-where.

Luo Mo lay back in the chair, seemingly unconcerned, and casually said, "Please, Yuexia."

She then focused on what was going to happen next regarding Kiana; it was clear that she had been holding back her thoughts for quite some time, and only today did she inadvertently reveal them.

Perhaps Mei and Cecilia sensed something, but they didn't understand why the other party didn't intervene.

Perhaps a person is always very good at pretending and remaining calm in front of their closest relatives. But with people they are not so close to, they always confide in them.

"So... should I say I'm not among the person's closest friends?"

Luo Mo muttered to himself, his face bitter. This had presented him with a real problem. He had thought that Kiana's issue would be resolved by Mei or his mother-in-law.

No, I think it's because you were involved and the perpetrator.

What surprised Luo Mo even more was...

"System? You're actually alive?"

He had never seen any trace of the system in trivial matters; the other party was the type that wouldn't respond unless called, and even if called, there was no guarantee of a response.

He even forgot for a time that he had a system.

I was just tired from sleeping, so I got up to move around a bit.

"Splash—" A splashing sound suddenly landed on Luo Mo's cheek. It turned out that Yuexia, with her eyes closed, had suddenly kissed Luo Mo.

A gentle, moist kiss lightly touched the boy's face, soft and tender, like a girl's dream, leaving a lingering fragrance as he lifted his lips.

[...My eyes are dirty, I'm going anonymously]

"Under the moonlight?" Luo Mo's voice was a mixture of surprise, lingering fear, and a hint of doubt.

He kept a close eye on the office door, afraid that an "open the door" might suddenly appear. He was still young, and he had made a killing in three years—no, wait, a minor loss with a death sentence... Never mind, I won't explain.

He was just very happy.

"Human, this is my comfort~ Don't be sad anymore!"

Under the moonlight, she climbed onto the chair, snuggled into Luo Mo's arms, and whispered...

She blushed slightly, her heart pounding, but she didn't understand what kind of emotion it was, though she felt a surge of joy and happiness.

The other person's soft, fragrant little body greatly warmed Luo Mo, especially the sweet kiss just now, which made him fantasize.

But when he saw the delicate face under the moonlight, still bearing the traces of youth, and the faint scent of milk emanating from it...

"Under the moonlight, when will you grow up?"

"Hmm~ Don't humans like me as I am now?"

"I like it...sigh~" Luo Mo felt like he was going further and further down this illegal path.

So who will take the blame?

"As expected, it was all the system's fault!"

【? ? 】

...

And the game activities have quietly begun.

"Question: What kind of world do you yearn to enter?"

The game's initial screen features a golden orb of light, which inexplicably poses a question that leaves players bewildered.

But the answers it showed were both hilarious and absurd, each one full of puns and jokes.

"A world where everything is decided by games"

"A world where the bishop doesn't spout nonsense"

"A world where humans constantly hurt each other, leading to continuous disconnections."

"The hero is passionate about creating a world where spears, swords, and shields are at stake."

"Himeko...the world where my sister lives happily."

"A World Where Bishop Otto No Longer Exists"

However, the comments section in the game presents a completely different picture.

[If everything is decided by the game? Then wouldn't that mean... even erotic content is acceptable?]

Aunt Himeko, I want to become the strongest Valkyrie!

[Damn it, if you kill the one in front, Himeko-neechan will kill you too. Do you have a death wish?]

[A world where Otto no longer exists... just thinking about it is exciting! Wouldn't that mean we could pop champagne every day?]

I understand dealing in spears and swords, but why does it all sound so strange? Is the hero dealing in spears? Or the hero selling swords? And does a world that's constantly crashing and disconnecting really exist?

Today, St. Freya welcomes a very important person—Bishop Karen of Destiny.

"Obviously, it's another one of those weird plot twists. I hope there will be fewer of these."

Karen looked at the options on the screen with a wry smile.

She found the first one amazing; it seemed... this trend was already emerging in the world, after all, the salaries at game companies were almost comparable to those in Valkyrie.

Of course, this specifically refers to Lomo's game company.

And the rewards he gave were indeed needed by this world; all things considered, they were already similar.

As for the second one...

"Huh? Grandma doesn't talk dirty! That guy..." Theresa said angrily, she wouldn't tolerate anyone slandering her grandmother like that!

As for Kallen's witty remarks... Luo Mo stated that the entire company belongs to Destiny, and she even needs to do the voice acting herself; if that were to actually happen...

I'm probably going to get shot.

"It probably refers to Otto, after all... in games, the bishop usually refers to Otto,"

Karen pulled Theresa's little head into her arms and said with a smile.

"Little Theresa, is something wrong here? Tell me about it."

"Hmm—, Luo Mo did express his intention to take Anna into St. Freya..." Theresa replied after thinking for a moment, her face still somewhat embarrassed, not wanting to continue explaining the reasons.

"What kind of encounters would you like to have in another world?"

"Shenzhou Tablet"

"Goddess with Intellectual Disabilities"

"Damn screenwriter"

"The All-Powerful Maid"

"Legal Lolita"

"Northern Star Sword Saint"

[Shenzhou tablet? Sorry to admit, but it reminds me of a certain Valkyrie (lol)]

[I thought of that too... but, that damn screenwriter seems pretty charming too. Beating up the screenwriter when you're bored would be one of life's greatest pleasures!]

[Damn it, there's actually a legal loli academy president! Let me think about whether I should become a screenwriter...]

Who is the Sword Saint of Beichen? I think there used to be a Beichen family in the Far East?

"Heh, if it really corresponds to that, then it's an all-powerful maid? A nice title..."

Rita smiled slightly and stood gracefully beside Karen as always.

Möbius x Klein

"Klein, come here quickly—I'm going to take a nap, I'm leaving you here~"

In the early morning, the Golden Garden fell into a rare silence, with cherry blossom petals fluttering down, carrying the gentle breath of spring.

The Golden Courtyard always had this view, but the main hall was a different story, lively and full of laughter.

But now, perhaps because it's too early, only a few oil paintings hang on the walls of the hall, silently speaking, and perhaps a few handmade sculptures on the table.

Of course, one place needs to be removed.

In the underground laboratory,

At this moment, Möbius, unable to withstand the torment of the experiments any longer, had fallen asleep, slumped over a table in the corner of the laboratory.

The handover of tasks had taken place several hours earlier. This task was somewhat special, requiring experienced personnel to monitor it closely, otherwise all efforts would be in vain.

Klein, standing nearby, was still trying her best to help the doctor review the experimental data, organize relevant information, and occasionally jot down notes on a piece of paper.

A rustling sound filled the laboratory. She glanced back at Möbius.