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

She was speechless at her boss's reply, as if he had been wronged by taking two days off in tears.

However, Seele was indeed a good girl... She didn't dare say that Seele's personality later appeared and healed her with magical magic, even removing all the fatigue she had accumulated.

The other person blushed and apologized profusely, saying they really hadn't noticed anything...

Therefore, she not only didn't lose money this time, but actually made a huge profit.

Regarding Luo Mo's leave permission, it's paid leave... Even if she said that again, she wouldn't be stupid enough to cancel it voluntarily. The skinflint finally lost out this time.

This improved her mood, which had been depressed for the past few days. Sure enough, the idea of ​​not letting the capitalists have their way was the most satisfying, like eating a sweet ice cream on a hot summer day—it quenched her thirst, though she didn't know why, but it was definitely comfortable.

Putting these minor matters aside, since the bishop was nearby, the oppressive gaze he received made Luo Mo more diligent at work, and he even arrived earlier than Kiana!

This is undoubtedly a great step forward.

As a result, many employees finally remembered who their boss was, since he used to slack off so much that he rarely went to work.

Meanwhile, the game's storyline is progressing rapidly, but Luo Mo still hasn't come up with a perfect solution for the fragmented details of Otto's activities, and decides to take it one step at a time.

To be honest, the main reason he worked so hard was that he did a lot of voice acting in later episodes, some of which could even be considered main characters.

Although Theresa had reservations about the relationship between the grandfather and grandson, and always looked at Luo Mo with a creepy gaze, making Luo Mo feel a chill in his heart, as if he were being assassinated.

But in any case, the dubbing for the storyline went relatively smoothly.

Time passes by, bit by bit, like morning dew, or like the evening glow.

The bell tower of St. Freya chimed day after day, its invisible sound waves resonating in everyone's ears.

As days and nights passed, everyone gradually adapted to each other's presence.

In this vast campus, Karen strolled through and saw vibrant scenes of youth, as well as her... lazy granddaughter.

Through Cecilia's introduction, his relationship with the group of heroes grew better and better. He began to understand their personalities and daily lives, and even participated in many of the afternoon tea events organized by Alicia.

"They are indeed a group of interesting and unique people," Karen remarked.

Whenever the green-haired loli wanted to be alone with her, she would always be interrupted by something inexplicable, making her stomp her foot in frustration, completely baffled.

But she didn't really dislike the mundane days.

If the plot could be updated faster.

So, is this another reason why Theresa was willing to put in so much effort for the role? What's it like to be chased online by your own grandmother?

...

In this new chapter, Otto will undoubtedly be on stage.

From the moment she appeared, she amazed everyone present.

After all, his actions are always accompanied by huge troubles and bring about tremendous changes to the world.

"So, it's time to play it."

Luo Mo said softly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

It must be said that there is nothing fake in this short film; everything is taken from the most authentic scenes later on.

Pre-Revelation – as the opening of a new chapter.

In the boundless wheat fields, among the long, golden stalks, the bountiful harvest hangs low, and golden rice leaves drift in the wind towards a certain spot.

The sound carried the desolation of the wind and the low, suppressed breaths.

The mournful music, with its low, mournful tones, seemed to guide the last returnee, or to gaze upon a graveyard.

Otto dragged his badly wounded body forward step by step. His long, golden hair had become dull, and his solemn bishop's robes were wrinkled and scratched.

A bright glimmer of light, trailing a blue tail, swept past him, drifting away where the wind carried it.

A corner of the sky was a gloomy, oppressive gray, and the dark green eyes of the travelers couldn't hide their weariness and...hope.

His once handsome and refined face now bore some minor wounds, from which a faint trace of red blood seeped.

But he didn't care.

He simply gazed into the distance and walked forward step by step.

He hadn't been this disheveled in a long time; as one of the most distinguished people in the world, such a situation was extremely rare in the long journey of his life.

But this time, he completely disregarded his wounds.

At least for now, it's insignificant.

...

Then, the perspective shifts back to the floating port of the Destiny headquarters, a massive building surrounded by clusters of floating clouds.

rotten

A pure white halo quietly surrounds the headquarters of Destiny, with buildings bearing the symbol of Destiny standing among them. Every time I see it under the blue sky, it gives me a sense of unreality, making me marvel at the wonders of technology.

And in that central white square

The blond, well-known man deftly tossed his cloak behind him, causing it to rustle in the air.

A calm, steady voice echoed, but the content was horrifying.