Chapter 297: The Original Collapse 1: Comprehensive World Line
(Written in advance: Everyone should be familiar with the beginning of the movie-watching style, so I won’t write it here. Please, even for my sake, use the powerful imagination of the little angels!)
(PS: All of them have different viewing angles, don’t be fooled.)
(『』 is the lyrics, 【】 is the video content, and [】 is the barrage content.)
["Honkai Impact 3rd" animated short "The Long Journey"]
【Age-appropriate tips: CADPA12+】
【bilibili game】
[Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on]
[Huh?] ×267
[? Don’t use a new account!] ×1026
"Oh! It's started!" Sanyueqi was visibly excited and nervous. He grabbed the pioneer who was standing next to him with sunglasses and chest out, looking cheerful and proud. "Don't be so conceited. Even if you are the protagonist, you still have to study hard!"
Xing reluctantly sat down, his expression suddenly brightening as he said affectionately, "Alas, without Pinot Grigio, where else could I find such a charming king!"
"You only remember your trash can - wait, you're not even obsessed with the Sambo bucket, are you?" March Seven was horrified.
"March, I have something to say to you. Satana is the ally of justice!" Xing said sternly, "Zombo is a heretic, a demon who must be defeated!"
"..." Dan Heng calmly pressed one button with each hand. "Alright, there's probably a lot of information that needs to be entered into the think tank. Sanyue, Xing, just consider it a favor and let's supplement each other. It's best not to miss anything."
During the day, the crowds are bustling, with voices of people coming and going.
Tap, tap, tap, the heels stepped crisply on the white stone road. The camera zoomed in from the distant road, capturing the back of the little girl with a shaking ponytail into the picture.
"Me? I'm bathing Da Mi and Er Mi. I really can't do anything about them. It's been so long, and they still haven't learned to take care of themselves."
The long chirping of cicadas answered for someone unknown.
"My name is Hu Tao. Hu means to eat and drink as much as I want, but Tao doesn't mean naughty!" A young, lively face flashed by, but the camera quickly turned to the sky.
[Huh?] ×999
[Open screen critical hit]
[What just flashed by?]
[walnut--]
[Who is that?! ! !]
[Oh my god, is this still a railway?]
"General, this is a new character I haven't seen before!" Yan Qing's eyes widened. "But it looks like a trailer clip from [Fantasy Play]. Is this also someone the teacher and the others will encounter in the future?"
"Maybe, that's not the case." Jing Yuan leaned lazily on his chair. "The scene behind the child just now is almost the same as Luofu's. Should I say it's a clue? Or..."
Seeing Yan Qing's appetite was whetted, Jing Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Keep reading, Yan Qing, don't jump to conclusions."
"Knowing that the past cannot be changed, we can realize that the future can be pursued..." The walnut girl's pretentious voice sounded in the background, vague and unclear, like seeing flowers in the fog. "The past cannot be changed, so--"
She gave a sly smile, her eyes sparkling, and her mind kept turning.
At this time, the outline became increasingly unclear.
Various voices came one after another, and it was completely unclear what they were saying until the last few words appeared, deafening -
"A Chong!"
[So sad]×204
[Chong——Brother——(Affectionate)]
[No, the main film hasn't even started yet, who's being so abstract?]
"Ah--Chong--" Xing shouted.
San Yue Qi immediately covered her mouth. She laughed dryly twice and said, "Well, I just want to say it. There's no need to pretend to know each other."
"This name..." Walter pushed his glasses.
"What's wrong? Walter, do you remember?" Ji Zi picked up the coffee cup with a smile.
Danheng explained conservatively, "I don't know if it was Aha's doing, but the name Pinocchio has appeared before."
"That's right, Himeko. If such a person really exists, yet no one has heard of him, then it's very likely that [Mystery] is at work."
The protagonist in the picture then awoke, revealing his true form. He blinked, looked around, and scratched his head.
The young face was full of innocence. He appeared at the beginning of the journey. He walked in an unsteady manner, with his hands and feet swinging high. Sometimes he jumped up, and sometimes he touched the passing stalls, railings, and even tree trunks, reeds, and stones.
The scene behind him also changed.
Then a strong wind blew, knocking the young man named A Chong over in panic and blowing him away in a breath. The next second, he was riding on the back of a blue gem dragon, heading towards the morning light with his friend dressed as a poet, becoming smaller and smaller.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw figures like ghosts intertwined under the lamp in front of him. He sneaked out of the door and fled with the dazed but elegant woman.
Under the midday sun, he rowed his tiny boat across the ocean. Then, the waves surged, and amidst a flash of lightning, he sank into the deep, purplish-violet sea...
The signal was crackling like water was soaking the device, and red, black, and green light spots and blocks forced the screen to stop, and everything came to an abrupt halt.
The shattered screen reflected several images. The larger ones showed Walnut weeping with her head down, Bailu hiding in her bed, wiping away her tears, Ying curled up on the grass under the night sky, and Funina trembling and sobbing softly in her bed...
"You have a long life. Have you ever thought about how to spend it?" With a gentle and elegant female voice, the edge of the picture like broken crystal became brighter and brighter, and the white light continued to extend inward.
Before the light pollution spreads across the entire frame, a hand sweeps across, and a giant pause button takes center stage.
"Hmm... I haven't thought about that yet, Pativia."
"Then think about it." She smiled, "Start from now."
[Who is this?]
[Woo, Ms. Truth?]
[This is such a huge amount of information! I'm seeing a rebellion!]
[No, who the hell cut my walnut?]
[Isn’t this…isn’t this that person? The one from the simulated universe!]
[oi, white hair? The password is correct]
Why is Bailu baby crying? Do you understand that all the crazy people on Xianzhou are her fans?
[Fufu... Ugh, my silly Fufu...]
She's so pretty.
[He's so handsome] ×548
[She is so pretty] ×1209
Bai Lu was startled and murmured softly, "So I am here?"
Then, she quickly looked around the Dan Ding Division, feigning composure. "It seems this sky-high illusion is nothing more than that. Maybe it's all made up. I've long... cough, I don't have the habit of hiding under the covers and crying."
Thinking that there were many people speaking for her, Bai Lu finished speaking and paused for a long time with her head down.
At the same time, on the other side——
Jing Yuan sighed softly.
"General, are you really worried about Lady Dragon Girl?"
"Yeah..." He avoided Yan Qing's gaze without leaving any trace, "Maybe there will be some trouble in the Immortal Boat soon."
Yan Qing hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, "Is that the immortal boat those people above were talking about... a lunatic?"
Jing Yuan said nothing and just drank his tea.
[…You always seem out of tune with others.]
The table was filled with tempting delicacies, and Diluk's voice could be heard above or beside him, but the protagonist of the picture did not look up this time, and he was picking at the meat as usual.
"Because no one in this world truly understands you, whether they are humans or gods."
A line of words, like seeping ink, was written in front of the gradually losing focus camera——
"With the wisdom of millions of ordinary people,
Unite millions of dreams with one power."
"Impas, your destination is not here."
These words were like turning on an unknown switch. Amid the sound of passionate music, thunder and water surged, and the scene flashed back. The huge waves in front of the young man rowing the boat on the sea receded and turned into a huge sea monster.
At the beginning of everything, the first tyrant was born.
Then the buried bones stretched out their shrunken fingers from the soil, the dark souls grew flesh and blood, and the kingdom under the earth rose upwards—
"But what about you?" he said.
"You can indeed bring peace to every lonely soul, but what about yourself?" said the red-haired swordsman.
Then, the sun shone brightly in the land filled with ghosts, and the king ascended into the sky. Amidst a huge, sharp tearing sound that almost severed all future, as the morning light pierced through the dark clouds...
He embarked on another journey.
The dazzling white light seemed to wash away all the past illnesses, and the passionate symphony gradually calmed down.
The sky was filled with white snow, mixed with soft, delicate glitter, drifting and scattering. Even the air was filled with shadowy figures as white as snow.
[No, brother, you are Diluk, the White Moonlight?]
[Grandpa Lu, you... no, Impas is really an empire that was dug up?!]
[Impas, that's not right. Chong, that's not right... huh——?]
[What's that on Mondstadt? Wait, what just flashed by?]
"Damn it! This brother is such a treasure!"
Poteo grinned, revealing a smile that looked a little bit ferocious.
"But, as for resurrection, I've stopped believing in this cute little theory for eight hundred years. Well, it's only because this king is good, otherwise the one behind him is so pale, who knows what might have happened."
"Your Highness Silver Spear Shura is absolutely right!" Luanpo said righteously, "I truly hope that Master A Chong will soon understand the true meaning of the saying 'knowing that the past cannot be corrected, but understanding the future can be pursued'!"
[After the second heavy snow that seemed to devour everything, a new sun rose from the eternal frozen earth. The plants that trembled in the cold wind but remained resilient sprouted new buds, and people began to move towards the heavy snow.
The original tyrant, the boy who rose like the sun, had no time to struggle. Caught off guard, he was swept away by imaginary numbers transformed into concepts...
The third time, it was no longer pale snow, but rather dusky yellow sand. Under the midday sun, he trudged an unknown distance, then his companions took turns carrying him, treating him as a bag they would never put down... Finally, this barren, vast land was filled with flowers and an oasis.
"Rose, oh rose, fulfill my wish
Flowers bloom from stones, golden roses sing to me
She sang:
There is no land to carry me, only songs to carry me."
The picture freezes on a golden color, with a cone of light falling on it - [Cone of Light: Recording the Birth of a Star God].
Then it was erased, like a stunning and blurry dream.
[Is this how it was achieved?] ×162
[Belloberg? Wait, Shirley, Shilua, Jeppard, Natasha, who's that next to them?]
[Jade! Cry out loud, Jade—in that world, you must be happy!]
[This ballad... has an inexplicable feeling.]
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