— — The young man still knew nothing.
"Eh…"
"Isn't it because you hate my perverted actions so much that you took all your clothes?"
There was some confusion in the girl's almost fawning voice.
She didn't dare to lift her head.
She didn't want to lift her head.
She refused to lift her head.
Her eyes, staring directly at the floor, like cherry blossoms from a street of yesteryear fallen into a silver-gray world, faithfully conveyed the girl's bewilderment.
Shouldn't it have been Jiang Cheng who took her clothes?
Why… did the young man seem unaware of this?
"Ah?"
Large question marks filled the young man's small pupils; what was originally only one confusion successfully doubled into two after the explanation.
"Aren't my clothes just sitting there?"
"And why would you know my clothes are missing?"
…Ever since the day after that birthday party, seeing the girl with his clothes engaging in indescribable acts, the young man had thought he was accustomed to it, and would never be surprised by such things.
Only now did he realize how arrogant that thought truly was.
In all matters concerning him, the girl was always an extreme pervert, a grand pervert who completely disregarded any dignity or face.
As long as there was even a slight fluctuation in her emotions, a slight hint of something amiss.
She didn't even need her emotions to truly fluctuate.
The girl would always be startled by everything.
Like a large ship sailing in the ocean, only the most terrifying waves could capsize it, yet passengers inside, who had never felt warmth, would feel fear and unease from even a slight rocking of the waves.
Moreover… — Weren't all those clothes taken by Vil-V before?
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This book is going to be put on the shelves.
First, let's talk about some classic rewards for going on the shelves.
If there are two thousand average subscriptions, then I owe ten chapters (one chapter equals 2000 words).
If there are three thousand, I'll add another ten chapters.
And so on.
The initial subscription is very important for a book; it almost represents its future to a certain extent, so please at least support it.
For those who can't, please stop the sarcasm; I beg you all.
940764470 is Group One, Vil-V is the best in the world.
317202547 is Group Two, Aili Xiya is the cutest in the world.
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I wonder how many people are still reading?
Below are some personal words from me.
In short, the simulations written in this book will definitely be long simulations.
When I first started in this industry, I remember I originally wanted to write refreshing stories like other normal writers.
Starting with PUA Mei directly, she became a Herrscher within a few chapters.
At that time, Genshin Impact hadn't even been released, the chapter of the Herrscher of a Thousand was just beginning, and Kiana's story had just reached a new climax.
As for the reason, there was none, it was just to see a protagonist kill through everything, rewrite tragedies, and from the surface, it did seem very simple.
But as I wrote, it suddenly turned into a romance, the combat power was indeed in place, after all, it was my first time writing, so I wasn't very good at setting combat power, and after several iterations, the protagonist became invincible.
Normally, an invincible story could work, just make it shorter, and no one would expect to write a long story in one go.
But I ended up writing a lot of romance, and even though it was supposed to be a refreshing story, I even wrote a bit of tragedy, only to complete the happy ending later.
Why?
At the time, I wasn't sure, I just felt my emotions pouring out.
Only now do I suddenly understand, the reason for writing was because of the emotions sparked by seeing the chapter of the Herrscher of a Thousand, which made me suddenly start writing, suddenly enter a completely unfamiliar field I had never touched, and write a long story without ever having written a 2000-word essay, and persist to the end, completing my first book at a million words.
Because it was driven by emotion.
The core of a game that evokes emotion is not simply a refreshing story.
If you write seriously, you can't write a refreshing story that's just about killing through everything.
Suppose the core of the original Honkai Star Rail was the Traveler/Kiana/Trailblazer killing through, or a very rigorous, gradual leveling up and ability enhancement.
If I were to start writing, I would unconsciously focus on the leveling process and the bosses to be killed.
But their core is emotion.
The Honkai Impact 3rd storyline doesn't spend the most ink describing how strong the Herrschers are, how powerful the combat is, or how cool the fights are; rather, it focuses most on the descriptions of emotions, depicting characters' psychology and emotional changes.
From the early Kiana, to the Celestial Hymn, to the Flame-Chaser, and finally Kiana becoming a superhuman.
Enough ink has been used on this one character to write a long novel, and the combined text about Aili Xiya amounts to over 700,000 words.
That's why I unconsciously shifted towards character psychology when I started, although the result is that this book, if not infamous, is at least widely criticized.
I originally felt that this kind of writing would have more discussion about the plot, with short essays of regret or good endings saving everything in the comment section.
My problem.
In the first few chapters, some even complained about my ellipses, even though an ellipsis is only two characters. This can also be considered my problem, which was for the sake of reading experience, hoping to keep two unrelated things slightly further apart.
But are there really so many things in these fifty-plus chapters that can be deleted without affecting the plot, immersion, and emotion?
From the very beginning, the encounter with Aili Xiya, finding the girl in the jungle, from initial enthusiasm to a life that felt somewhat ignored, gradually becoming monotonous and lost, even birthdays transformed into something closer to a social gathering.
The light novel-like encounter with Vil-V on the road, and later at the banquet, when no one paid attention, as someone who personally gave a gift, she resolved over many years to help Jiang Cheng escape the time of being ignored.
Even knowing that a cliff lay ahead, even though her insecure personality couldn't offer a shred of hope for victory.
Vil-V still did it in the end.
The conflict lies in chapters 15-19.
Because this light was too scorching, the girl, who had never seen light before, instead recoiled, fearing it was nothing more than a bubble under the sun.
It wasn't until they revealed their shared wounds, dispelling some of that inviolable radiance, that the distance called 'the most distant aspiration' finally vanished, allowing Vil-V to see the equally ordinary Jiang Cheng within that brilliance.
A wonderful life, a gradually occupied position, everything was so beautiful, as if this moment was eternal.
Even with lingering hesitation and insecurity in her heart.
The person who had reached the end had no turning back.
And it is precisely for this reason that the moment tragedy strikes leaves one with lifelong regret.
The previous interactions and encounters are both important plot points and stepping stones for the next, and even the gunpowder accumulated for the climax of the plot, awaiting the moment when their unique spark ignites.
In the descriptions of the girls, I treated them as real individuals, not pure templates, not cold tools that use a few lines adapted from the original to highlight their character design and then quickly fawn over the protagonist.
Vil-V's hesitation took a lot of effort; those seemingly meaningless psychological descriptions actually took up more energy.
I believe every plot point is relatively rigorous.
It is precisely because Aili Xiya was forced to make choices, her social circle expanded, and her social goals became clearly planned, no longer aimless wandering, that Vil-V, this top genius, was discovered early.
That's how Jiang Cheng was able to meet this socially anxious person.
And it is precisely because Jiang Cheng was ignored that this somewhat introverted girl approached and gave him a gift, because she empathized with the sadness of being ignored, instead of selfishly avoiding this somewhat scorching sun.
Jiang Cheng, precisely because he was understood, thought of understanding Vil-V and helping the girl—the only person who had ever cared about his feelings.
And it is precisely because they both felt uncared for and unnoticed that they wanted to communicate with someone who understood them and was willing to talk to them, helping the other while also helping themselves.
So the young man acted very gently, and it was this gentleness and empathetic tolerance that made this girl, who called herself a talented fool, fearful of loneliness and insecure, take a crucial step for the young man.
— — The answer to love is the desire to be seen. It is this shared wound that allows us to see each other.
If Aili Xiya is the wind that cannot be caught or held, then Vil-V is real, present by your side, touchable, and whose reality can be felt through her flaws — when you look up, hoping to catch the wind, perhaps someone else is also reaching out, trying to catch your swaying sleeve.
It is precisely this reality, this reality that makes one involuntarily rely on and entrust emotions to, that makes loss so unforgettable.
Because the wind can never be caught, even if you want to entrust emotions, you cannot find an object to entrust them to, you can only watch from afar and remember.
Remember the ripples the girl blew across the lake, the rustling of leaves she stirred, the swaying grass on the ground, and the fragrance of distant flowers she brought.
Flying blossoms and mountain sparrows, distant beauty, the shimmering, elusive stars and moon.
It's like sitting under a tree, a gentle breeze comes, sweeping over the short grass and into the thicket, a faint rustling passes by the ear and merges into the small town at the foot of the hill, the warm spring awakens the vitality of the white-purple flowers on the cherry trees, bustling with life.
A happiness that needs no words, emanating from every cell of the body.
Somewhat distant, somewhat ethereal.
You can feel the wind, but the wind does not belong to you, nor will it stay here, at least for the young man, that full moon at night belongs to everyone.
Abstraction is a very romantic thing, but romance is like three drops of water; if you soak in it constantly, you'll get tired of it. Ordinary people truly cannot be like those geniuses, always emotionally fluid and talented, they always need to get closer to reality.
Vil-V is reality.
Soft touch, close warmth, breath within reach.
When night falls, lying on the grass and looking at the moon in the sky, intoxicated by the beauty of that bright full moon, the flawless perfection within reach, the sacredness far away, extending one's palm, one always thinks this moon belongs only to oneself.
But it is at night, and there will always be a cold wind blowing, making one shiver with cold.
Geniuses come with a thick blanket or an indomitable will, but ordinary, common people will certainly shiver with cold.
The moon will not lower its temperature to warm you; the bright moonlight will only increase the coolness. Some people even come to dislike the moon because of this, but the girl beside you can put a warm coat on you and help you dispel the cold.
This instant warmth is not limited to the physical; this warmth in the heart is the true meaning of ordinary people choosing to pursue reality.
And although Aili Xiya is a gust of wind, the wind is not always drifting and uncertain.
The initial good impression originated from the first encounter in Chapter Two.
It was like Alice in Wonderland, stepping into a fairytale world, an incredible kingdom, sickeningly sweet like honey, and such beauty is indeed suitable for the fairy who pursues the eternal Elysium.
— — Although I have also witnessed incredibly unpleasant incredible kingdoms.
So the prince appeared.
The prince in the fairytale, the prince who saves the princess, a protagonist who is essentially an ordinary person.
In the shadowed thicket, crossing thorns, cutting down weeds, like a hero, like a prince, facing the light, facing the leaves, facing the flowers, facing the birds, standing before the deep forest wrapped in dense trees, blocking the dark shadows.
It was that young man who reached out, plucked the green 碎葉 from her face, blocked the falling branches, and, following the dead leaves, embraced the small swaddled infant.
He brought the wandering girl into the world of people.
On that day, the shimmering light in her black eyes once made the girl feel confused, until she saw the night sky and realized the beauty contained within it.
A distant dawn, a slanting spring breeze, a verdant forest, flowers swept up by the win