Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

Not worth the candle.

If I had tried a little harder, I might have been able to live under the boy's bed or buy a doghouse, but now I can only live in different rooms.

Even because they lived under the same roof, they couldn't openly spy on the boy or secretly take his clothes as they used to.

Perhaps it was because the way I had acted before was just too perverse.

No.

Absolutely unacceptable.

It's been a long time since I've replenished my energy in Jiangcheng.

If this continues, it will dry up completely.

They were only separated for one day, and for that one day they didn't see the boy all the time.

Vilvi felt like a fish that had been thrown ashore and was being baked by the scorching sun, about to dehydrate and die.

—We can't stay together.

If you deliberately stick to a boy's side all the time, it will make the boy feel bad.

Having exhausted all other options and unable to suppress the despicable impulses within myself, I could only resort to unconventional methods.

The boy has already left; it will probably take him an hour and a half to return.

If you take some clothes...

There shouldn't be any problem, right?

……

I could no longer suppress my emotions.

After gaining more, they were instead overwhelmed by even greater and deeper unease and fear.

Vervi finally stood up, casually tugging at her dress which was about to fall off. Her slender, fair, and plump feet stepped directly onto the cold ground, and her round, jade-like toes involuntarily twitched—the damp chill seeped directly from her fair feet up her spine.

The girl's bare, white feet.

He got out of bed and picked up his phone.

The above is a message from Jiang Cheng—he said that he saw she was sleeping, so he draped a blanket over her and left first, and would be back soon.

Since she neither marked the message as read nor clicked on it, let the boy continue to mistakenly believe she was asleep.

She was too lazy to even wear slippers, as if she was afraid that even the slightest sound she made on the ground would be heard by the boy who was already some distance away.

Until the cool floor beneath their smooth soles transformed into a soft carpet that almost massaged their feet—the door to the boy's room came into view, perhaps because of trust, without any lock or latch.

The girl simply extended her slender fingertips and gently pushed, and the door opened with a click.

Inside was the boy's simple room, with a bed in a strong steampunk style and a bookshelf next to it displaying a large number of figurines and handicrafts.

There were no unnecessary decorations, and the cleanliness was impeccable, with no excessive dirt.

Everything is normal.

—Apart from the neatly folded bed.

Eh……

Eh.

Huh! ? ?

The girl's silver-pink eyes suddenly changed drastically, filled with guilt and self-loathing that transformed into incomprehensible confusion.

What should have been a mess, because the boy who slept in a sleeping bag didn't have the habit of making his bed, was surprisingly clean and tidy.

Vilvi walked to the bedside, not caring whether she would make any noise, and carefully touched the boy's bed with a finger.

Cold?

There wasn't a trace of warmth left.

why?

The boy had just left.

She couldn't help but bring her soft face closer, her delicate nose breathing gently. The cute and charming girl, like a mature magician, was engaging in an extremely perverted behavior that was extremely rare in the world.

however……

No!

No!

—Absolutely not!!

There was no smell on the boy's bed; it was as clean as if it had been vacuumed.

More than that.

There were no socks, no shoes, no pants, no shirt, no shorts, no short-sleeved shirt, no towel... and not even underwear could be found.

As if it had been tidied up beforehand, all the clothes the boy had just dragged down were gone.

The girl couldn't find it even after using all her wisdom.

They simply vanished into thin air.

It's as if someone else took it.

Is it...

—Is the boy no longer allowing me to do this?

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

54. Those clothes weren't taken by Velvet?!

Honkai is a really strange thing; in some ways, it can even make you feel a little scared. It seems that this energy, which you can barely suppress, will one day take you and everything you love to destruction.

Although it's not like every girl lacks a sixth sense, you still glanced at this theoretically unrelated area to what you were designing, and prepared some entirely new drafts with the girl.

[I spent ages arguing with those messy higher-ups again.]

Those guys may lack ability, they may lack vision, and it's even normal for them to occasionally make some outrageous choices.

[The person trying to shift blame and engage in endless bickering is incredibly good at it all. Everyone has a ton of rambling, repetitive talk, and they can use all sorts of languages ​​to create the longest and most complex sentences, but they never get to the point.]

[The most outrageous time was when you asked a question about something, and it involved seven different people from three different departments being called in to ask you, with the question being passed up the chain of command.]

[In the end, Blanca happened to walk by and saw you being bothered by a bunch of people reporting, so she taught you how to quickly resolve a matter.]

"The personnel of the 'Moths of Fire' group come from all over the world, and there are at least hundreds of different languages. Each country is involved in various affairs, making direct requests very complicated."

"Every procedure requires coordinating the requirements of different countries. This is manageable for ordinary members, but as an expatriate, you carry a very heavy responsibility."

"Many people will be watching any given thing, and there will naturally be many people who need to be reported. If you encounter anything like this in the future, you can come directly to me."

[A gentle woman with short blue hair and a dress from the future, she is also a truly outstanding doctoral assistant—Blanca.]

As Dr. Möbius's almost sole channel of normal communication with the outside world, and also an assistant to one of the founders of the Firemoth, she practically oversaw every aspect of the work and wielded considerable power.

"Understood. Actually, there's nothing else going on this time; it's just that we're preparing to document a disaster called the Honkai."

"Next time something comes up, I'll just use my special privileges."

The word "privilege" may sound strange, but in this kind of place, it's practically a necessity.

[You strongly suspect that without doing this, without granting certain special privileges, this extremely bloated institution, built with the involvement of countless countries, might take a whole year to resolve this small matter.]

This is a paradise for scholars, but only for scholars; for others, it's no different here than anywhere else.

[Actually, this has little to do with you. You're more of an outsider than the Spiral Workshop. No matter how high your status and power are, it can essentially be taken back. You're too lazy to tie yourselves to the Fire Moths.]

Compared to these trivial matters that won't bother you, there's something else that's slightly more serious.

[The events that will unfold after entering the Firemoth this time may not be so simple.]

Those so-called sugar-coated bullets and coercion were actually soft tactics; no one dared to actually threaten top scholars at the "Moth Chasing the Flame" event.

They may seem to bother you whenever they have a spare moment, but in reality, the total time they spend with you doesn't even add up to two days, and they wouldn't dare utter a single harsh word.

Those people have no right to bother you. Even someone with Möbius's unapproachable and extremely nasty personality could easily handle them.

[After you had some free time, you figured out the girl's intentions—she simply couldn't bear to part with the reason she spent time with you. In reality, with her talent, she could easily have gotten rid of those people.]

Even after learning that the real reason behind it wasn't the expected bullying, you didn't stop just because you understood, and you didn't let Velvi act as she pleased.

This is ultimately something that needs to be addressed. Confidence is a good thing, but we shouldn't let it lead to future trouble, since there's no benefit in it.

Although these so-called tigers were, to Wilvi's intelligence, at best mere fly-by insects.

You won't leave the girl.

There's no need to do something foolish out of worry. As a genius, you can't be so easily driven by fear, letting reason override your will.

[Letting those people act has indeed affected your and Wilvi's lives to some extent; at the very least, it has made you feel somewhat uncomfortable.]

Even knowing that Velvet's condition was serious and had been building up for a long time, this behavior, in a sense, proves that the sense of security you provided to the girl was insufficient, and that she had to actively seek it out.

This matter isn't actually that important; you need to think carefully about how to handle the situation caused by Vilvie.

Option 1: Sternly condemn the girl's behavior and prevent such a possibility from occurring. You will absolutely not leave her, absolutely not.

[Option Two: This isn't a big deal, and there's no need to spend time worrying about it. The other person is just trying to spend time with you anyway.]

[Option 3: This didn't cause any consequences, but we can't ignore it just because it didn't. That could easily lead to something serious. Directly denying it isn't suitable for a girl who is prone to weakness and low self-esteem. Perhaps you could choose a suitable time to offer your promise.]

【请选择——】

"Ah this..."

For the first time, Jiang Cheng felt that what seemed like an easy choice had become a difficult thing, and his finger hovered in the air for a long time without being able to click.