Honkai Impact 3rd: Starting with creating an anime version of Honkai Impact 3rd

"What an unfathomable man," Einstein sighed.

With his hands in his pockets and a cocky demeanor, Siegfried arrived at the headquarters building. In the former president's office, he saw the receptionist Patrick, the programmers Salome and Shub, and the secretary Cheng Lixue. The dead and the living were all in this beautiful illusion.

In the conference room, Siegfried presented his new game design to President Otto. Otto appreciated Siegfried's creative idea, and the project was successfully approved, making Siegfried very happy. He then remembered that it was Kiana's birthday.

"You're planning to develop another game?" Mebius glanced at Yaqing. Why "again"? Because Otto had once produced an anime called "Saintess Fantasy," but due to its poor ratings, he claimed it was created by Yaqing.

In order to prevent the IP "Saintess Fantasy," which had cost a fortune, from disappearing completely, Yaqing drastically changed its storyline and remade it into a game. However, even as a game, it was difficult to recoup the initial investment.

Currently, the only games with the highest global publicity are Destiny's "Saintess Fantasy" and Anti-Entropy's "Houmu Adventure".

So in Mebius's eyes, it was because Yaqing had created a poorly finished anime, which was then turned into a game, but it still didn't become popular.

"We'll see. There's only one idea." Yaqing knew that if this movie didn't make money, she would probably have to go back to the Shaniat family to inherit the family business.

"Heh, what I hate most are people like you who dig holes and then don't fill them in," Mebius sneered.

"Senior Mebius, being tsundere isn't your style."

"you!!!"

The camera pans to the other side, where Cecilia, dressed in casual clothes, glances at the fitting room from time to time. When the curtain is drawn back, Kiana, dressed in a winter princess gown, shyly walks out. The skirt is very short, and her long legs are encased in white stockings.

"Mom, you're too impatient. This dress is hard to put on."

Cecilia smiled and said that the dress was made when she was born. Cecilia always secretly wondered what Kiana would look like when she grew up, and now she can finally see her wearing this dress.

"Ich liebe dich (I love you), Kiana."

"This skirt is way too short!" Kiana blushed; the skirt in the character model was so short that you could almost see a bit of it from behind...

“Uh, I don’t think Cecilia would prepare clothes like this in real life… right?” Theresa suddenly remembered that Cecilia did seem to have prepared a dress for Bianca once.

"Mei, why are you turning your back to us?" Bronya smiled maliciously.

Xiao Shi ran over and exclaimed, "Mei, why is your nose bleeding?!"

"Huh?!" Kiana quickly joined in.

Bronya pulled out a few sheets of paper and handed them over.

After Raiden Mei took the paper, she silently turned around.

……

"Mom, does this dress really exist?" Celine asked curiously.

“No.” Cecilia thought for a moment. “I once prepared a dress for your older sister, but it was a black long fishtail dress, and your older sister didn’t seem to want to wear it.”

"Ugh, this is infuriating."

"Originally, I wanted to create a terrifying dream for them."

Kiana and Cecilia's silhouettes began to distort, and the surrounding scenery turned pitch black. Sirin gritted her teeth as she stared at the monitor screen showing Siegfried and Cecilia.

Because of the feathers' lack of cooperation, Celine did not get what she wanted.

Looking at this beautiful scene before her, Xilin couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"An ordinary yet happy family..."

"If we hadn't encountered the Honkai, if Mom hadn't died..."

"So, can I also have this kind of happiness?"

"Sirin looks so pitiful, Miss Fairy really wants to hug her." Alicia felt sorry for her.

Cecilia is holding Cecilia's arms.

Chapter Forty-Two: Sinking into One's Own Illusion

[While Kiana's family, along with Theresa, were celebrating Kiana's sixteenth birthday, beneath the joyful and happy atmosphere, Sirin's emotions were secretly breaking down.]

"I'm going to destroy your happiness!"

Sirin gripped the Feather Dust tightly, staring intently at the screen before her. But when she saw Kiana's smile, even though she knew it was an illusion, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

"...Birthday cake...it reminds me of my mother..."

Celine's stunned expression, the desolation in her eyes, was heartbreaking.

The viewers, who had initially smiled because of the warmth of Kiana's family, stopped smiling when they saw Sirin's downcast appearance.

Cutting flesh with a dull knife is far more painful than cutting with a sharp blade.

“Sirin is only a 16-year-old girl…” Sakura sighed, even though she was only about the same age as her sister.

As the plot unfolds and the Herrscher's terror unfolds, people have forgotten Sirin's age. If it weren't for the deception of fate and the horrific experiments, Sirin would just be a 16-year-old girl who longs for a mother and to be loved.

"The more I think about it, the angrier I get. It's all those researchers from Destiny's fault!" Cat clenched her fists angrily.

"Humph!"

Qianjie's cold snort startled everyone, who feared he might break the other handrail as well.

"Aren't you afraid she'll cry and make a scene when you go back, writing about your niece like that?" Wilwei looked at Yaqing strangely.

"No way..." Yaqing suddenly remembered when he was a child, he took one of his nieces by the hand and went shopping. In McDonald's, one of them lay on the ground crying and making a fuss, while the other just stomped her feet and refused to move.

[Under a strange twist of fate, using the feathers of Feather Crossing, Sirin disguised her Herrscher Feather Armor as a black sailor uniform and arrived at the door of Kiana's family in the illusion.]

"who are you?"

Siegfried pushed open the door, looked at the girl outside, and asked her with a puzzled expression why she had come. He had no memory of Sirin.

Just as Sirin was about to destroy this "boring" illusion, Cecilia's dissatisfied voice came from inside the house. She suspected that Siegfried had drunk too much, because he couldn't even recognize his other daughter.

"Here, Sirin, this is Kiana's birthday cake."

"I saved one especially for you."

Seeing Cecilia bring over a birthday cake, Cecilia's ruthlessness was completely destroyed by Cecilia's gentleness. She felt a long-lost warmth and for a moment felt like a wronged little animal.

Celine used her fork to pick up a small piece of cake and put it in her mouth. The cake was very sweet, but a tear silently rolled down Celine's pretty face. She thought of her mother. It was the first time she had ever eaten cake, and it tasted just like this.

"It's getting late."

"Get some rest, Sirin."

Cecilia patted Celine's little head.

Under Cecilia's gentle persuasion, Sirin could no longer hold back and could only wipe away her tears with her arm to prevent them from falling to the floor.

"Mother……"

Feeling wronged is the emotion that people can most easily empathize with.

And when combined with the knife of family ties, it's like every blow is a critical strike.

Celine nestled in Cecilia's arms, feeling a deep connection to her, and whispered, "Mommy, I want to eat cake."

“Buy it! Let Siegfried go buy it right now!” Cecilia glanced at Siegfried.

Having received his wife's order, Siegfried abandoned the movie and quickly got up, jogging outside to call his deputy and order a large cake for him to pick up himself.

The silhouette illuminated by the lamplight appeared in front of a door with a purple cartoon wooden sign that read "Cirin." Siegfried muttered to himself, paused for a moment, and then silently left.

“I remember now, this is Sirin’s room.”

“Celine is my and Cecilia’s second daughter. I guess I’ve had too much to drink. How could I not even recognize her…”

"So it turns out that Sirin was also her mother's daughter in the story. Unfortunately, it was just an illusion..." Kiana couldn't bear to see the people around her suffer, even her second sister who was at odds with her. Perhaps this is what kindness is.

"That guy Yaqing wrote the Mandate of Heaven like that, isn't he afraid that Grandpa will cause him trouble?"

The more tragic and empathetic Xilin's situation is, the more hateful the fate in the plot becomes. Theresa had thought of this, after all, the plot development written by Yaqing was already a smear campaign.

“I’d like to know too.” Bronya sighed. She really didn’t understand how Yaqing Shaniat, as a director of Schicksal, could use Schicksal’s resources and the company to create Anti-Entropy, which was fighting for humanity.

Is this a plot that a human could come up with?

Inside the room, Celine lay on the bed, reflecting on why. Why, even though she knew they weren't her parents, could she still not bring herself to kill them?

When Celine's eyes hardened again.

"Cilin, don't be angry. Your father just drank too much today."

Cecilia sat next to Celine, gently patting her back in a very tender tone.

"I'm sorry, we've been busy preparing for Kiana's birthday these past few days, and you've been lonely."