This book will be completed jointly by all readers and its spokesperson: the unpaid Putian fan fiction manufacturer.

This book has a low barrier to entry; you don't need to know anything about the Honkai Impact 3rd universe to read it. People who don't play the game can read it, and those who don't want to read it can listen to the audiobook.

It will touch upon the debate between left and right, basic economics, psychology, sociology, philosophy, and "Honkai Impact 3rd studies"... (but it's not difficult to read).

Some of the things mentioned in this book can be interpreted in a realistic way, and the entire author of this book encourages this.

Different authors may interpret it in different ways: 1. Normal fan fiction

2. Social, historical, and philosophical explorations; 3. Accumulation of good words and phrases; 4. Writing guidance... (and many more, not listed here).

Completing this book was no easy task. The aim of writing it was to create compelling stories and achieve a harmonious unity between good narratives and persuasive reasoning. The book's language style is sometimes cold and austere, sometimes humorous and witty, creating contrasts that allow one to express even the most unfortunate events in the most relaxed tone.

Disclaimer: This is not a light novel; if you mind, you can wait and see.

All the authors of this book need to stand in the position of the narrator and "knight" each of the characters they create equally, without showing any favoritism.

The main story is set against the backdrop of collapse, which is more friendly to those who like the setting and those who like the plot, and it won't break up the original pairings.

In short, tell the story vividly and explain the principles clearly.

(Volume 1 is not required; you can start from Chapter 21.)

This is a reprinted version; it is not a wish-fulfillment novel, it is not a wish-fulfillment novel, it is not a wish-fulfillment novel!

I hope you all enjoy it. Your support is my motivation for writing, and I will strive to tell each story well.

【Honkai Impact 3 x Yandere】Each story is a short, independent narrative of over 10,000 words, allowing you to experience profound emotional stimulation even in short bursts of free time.

When moonlight is bound by chains, when the oath of Judah is stained with the crimson of possessiveness—

These are the Valkyries' obsessive love letters. Kiana's Sky City is blanketed in snow that never ceases, each ice crystal etched with the words "Only look at me"; Mei's katana severs all bonds that come close to you, the blade reflecting her tearful yet crazed eyes; Bronya's data torrent imprisons you in a binary cage, the code looping the command "Private Property".

Himeko's cigar burned out, the last inch of restraint gone, and the liquor mixed with her command hit your collarbone: "Dare to step out of this dormitory and see what happens?" Fu Hua's Crimson Wings swept past your neck, and the protection of a thousand years finally twisted into the ancient precept: "You can only belong to me."

There is no redemption here, only a cage woven with their tenderness. When the Valkyries' love transcends the threshold of reason, are you the prey, or the only god they are willing to burn everything to protect?

Open this collection and witness the most insane forbidden aesthetics under a collapsed worldview—love to the extreme is a depravity that even the world can be sacrificed.

This is a solitary pilgrimage on the precipice of fate, a wordless confrontation between replica and original within the icy abyss of the mirror. The relentless torrent of Pamish carries two destined intersecting trajectories, ultimately colliding in the eternal void, creating the echoes of a poignant elegy.

She had sunk into an eternal slumber in the cradle of the deep sea, her consciousness dissolving in its lightless embrace. Yet, the icy tide pushed her back to the desolate shore. Struggling out from the murky depths, she found not rebirth, but a deeper loss. Her fingertips no longer touched warm flesh, and the blood coursing through her body no longer flowed bright red. She was no longer human.

who I am?

Within this inhuman shell, fragments of memories belonging to "Grey Crow Commander" surge, as clear as yesterday, yet as distant as a dream from another world. Is she a clone of the fallen star?

"Little white mouse, why did you come to my lab?" (Excited) "Because the pay here is low, the workload is heavy, and there have even been scandals involving sudden employee deaths and human experimentation." (Serious) "...Masochism?" — "Infinity" Mobius "Hi, are you the rumored troubled newcomer? I'm Alicia, deputy leader of the Thirteen Heroes. What do you want to talk to me about?" — "True Self" Alicia "Those eyes are long dead. I don't understand why you joined the Fire Moth, but I can't refuse Mei's decision. You... are already trapped." — "Savior" Kevin "Family, love, longing, desire... That guy has none of that. He's like an exquisite puppet, irritating." — "Ao Mie" Qianjie People call hell the human world and greed hope. They always disdain silent anger, but have a special liking for justified cruelty. There is no hope in this world, just like a moth chasing a flame. Only when it is incinerated... do they realize what they have walked into. I am just like a moth chasing the flame. — Meltina "Purgatory"

In the lines of pain and tragedy, who can deny the gray past? In the paradox of time and logic, who has stolen the power? The game of chess, with its changing hands, guides all the dramas; the world is shrouded in the fear called coincidence, countless choices drifting towards the same fate. I wither in eternity, humming softly under the protection of civilization; I tell a colossal lie, causing the blood of the gods to fall from the sky to the sea. The Key of God, the Herrscher, the Stigmata, the Honkai… “The so-called gifts are all secretly priced, Otto Apocalypse.” “You’re right, but my creditor… will not appear.” P.S.: The synopsis is just a pretense of seriousness. This book is also known as *Kaslana: N Green Houses*, *Sirin, I’m Your Dad*, *Granddaughters Are for Being Scammed*, and *The Former Civilization Auntie Suppresses Me*…

A distrustful emergency call led Ling Ke, who had transmigrated to the eve of the Third Great Collapse, to be used as a guinea pig for several years, suffering immense torment. Meanwhile, the Crimson Phoenix had already "transcended to the mortal realm," Kiana was in Anti-Entropy, Mei was in World Serpent, Bronya had long since reunited with Seele… and Ling Ke had become the Herrscher of Domination for thousands. "From this moment on, I will complete my revenge in this world!" The transmigrator from the Celestial Empire, already completely corrupted, revealed a terrifying, sinister grin. PS: A warning before reading: This is not a happy story.

My name is Ze Lin, and I was accidentally brought to a collapsed world.

I will become the firewood that illuminates the road ahead, guiding the direction of the future. Even if it means standing on the opposite side of them!

…

This is a story of mutual redemption...

"...the only place where my blood still beats..."

"Now, I entrust the flame of humanity's future to you... Kiana, I am proud of you."

"If possible, let this raging fire consume everything."

Born from nothingness, ending everything with existence.

P.S.: The original tag was "single female lead", I don't know why it was changed. (It was set up by **)

N947, the experimental subject cultivated by the Destiny Organization using the genes of Kiana and Fu Hua, is the only one who can adapt to the Honkai energy in a male body. He was cultivated by Otto as an undead weapon, but the Garuda factor was never activated. A fatal experiment caused him to lose his life completely, and a soul from the other side of the world took over this body.

I, the immortal black serpent, reside in Ursus, a young and promising immortal. I lack the overwhelming power of monstrous calamities, the potent corruption of demons, and the boundless adaptability of the Sea Child. Though I possess strange memories, I am certainly not as old as my predecessors. My only dream is to die a peaceful, natural death. I adopted a simple-minded child who constantly opposes me and urges me to join her in her demise. I befriended a reclusive pen pal who likes to send me landscape paintings, but I always feel she's out of touch with the times. I met a goofy hunter who asked me for [a cool pen].