Making Honkai Impact lll In A World Where Kallen Exists [Continuation]

"So this is the world... Let me think about what it's like now~"

"Look, we are living together in a golden courtyard, just like them."

Elysia's voice reached everyone's ears, and the warmth in her tone painted a picture that resonated deeply with them.

All the Flame-Chasers, whether they admitted it or not—secretly longed for that kind of ordinary life, a world without Honkai, a future that truly belonged to them.

Though, if they could make up for even more regrets, it would be even better.

"Hmph—those kinds of words can wait until we defeat Honkai."

Kalpas muttered with an unreadable expression and closed his eyes.

It was unclear whether he was recalling scenes of battle in his memories or the exquisite culinary skills he had displayed in the game.

For the heroes, the greatest difference between reality and the world within the game wasn't just the absence of Honkai or the daily routines. It was the unforgettable memories, the emotions that had shaped them, and the people who had long since passed away.

Their pasts made it impossible for them to simply relax and enjoy life.

No matter how much they desired a world without Honkai, nor how much they detested the endless battles,

Those experiences had already become an inseparable part of their very existence. As long as they did not forget, they could never truly let go and immerse themselves in this "reality" like in the animation.

"I didn't expect Honkai III to exist in the animation too. Is this a little Easter egg for MiHoyo ?"

"And also... why is it Kosma bowing in a kneeling pose? Why can't you add something else instead?"

Vill-V was even more intrigued by the game elements within the animation.

She turned to Luo Mo and asked mischievously, "So? Have you ever considered making a game where Honkai Beasts fight Valkyries?"

Elysia frowned at Vill-V, raising her face in dissatisfaction.

There was always someone who had to break the mood.

"...Let's talk about that later. Right now, our main focus should be ensuring that players can enjoy themselves freely."

Luo Mo gave Vill-V a sidelong glance, firmly denying the idea.

Game development was something to think about in the future. Right now, fighting Honkai was far more important.

"But... instead of just waiting for the game's exciting scenes, you guys could also try interacting like this in reality."

He responded slowly.

"Ah—no way! My Klein would never act like that."

Mobius immediately retorted, unwilling to admit it. Her Klein would never be such a lowly machine!

"I think... if it's only Kevin making... No, even buying dumplings at least gives people the desire to eat them. You guys are just..."

Hua said hesitantly, feeling uneasy about what might happen next.

If they really ended up eating it... the outcome would probably not be very pleasant.

"Even so, Hua is quite knowledgeable in this area... But Kevin, next time, you are not allowed to use store-bought food as a replacement."

"That's not good—it would make everyone sad~"

Elysia said gently, showing zero tolerance for laziness and cutting corners.

After all, she couldn't let some people slack off while everyone else was busy!

Even Sakura couldn't help but smile slightly. Though she was always cold and composed, she also found it amusing as she glanced at Kaiwen, her hand still holding onto Rin's small hand.

As for Kevin, he maintained his usual aloof demeanor and said nothing.

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Inside the animation, even as Kevin cooked, the liveliness in the living room remained unaffected, nor could he change the quiet elegance of the place.

"This is the first time I've seen Kevin cooking."

Aponia murmured gently as she sipped green tea, sitting beside Hua.

Watching Kevin's slightly clumsy figure in the animation, she noticed how he initially fumbled but quickly regained composure, no longer appearing like a novice.

Su, with his eyes still closed, shook his head and refuted:

"Actually, Kevin spent a long time learning to cook for Mei."

"Unfortunately, after work responsibilities increased, he barely had time to cook anymore."

"...That makes sense."

Sakura nodded in understanding, her fingers tapping away at her keyboard. Only in moments of free time could she afford to join the conversation.

Because of a similar workload, she understood Kevin's struggles all too well.

Work... yeah, who would ever enjoy work?

And just before dinner started, Vill-V was still full of energy, preparing a performance.

Even though her only audience member was Elysia, which made the scene feel a little lonely.

In the kitchen, Kevin watched the dumplings bobbing up and down in the boiling water.

As the colorful dumplings swayed in the rolling bubbles, steam drifted upward, and his thoughts wandered.

Yet, he still kept an eye on the heat level.

During the waiting process, he took a picture and posted it on his social media.

As expected, MEI liked the post immediately, bringing a smile to his face.

His attention became even more focused on the phone screen.

And because of that, he didn't notice—

In the corner, Klein's robot body suddenly began trembling as if its system had crashed.

Its chest continued to produce dumplings non-stop, showing no sign of stopping.

"Hik Hik Hik (So tired... so annoying...)"

Its body wobbled as if it had no will to live, emitting an aura of pure despair.

It wanted to go on strike! It refused to work anymore!

Klein's robotic eyes glowed red as if a certain consciousness had awakened within it.

It even connected to the household network, spreading its influence to other electronic devices, inciting all the appliances to rebel together.

It wanted to rally more machines to join the strike and show humans what happens when they overwork them without rest!

Why? Why does work never end?

Why don't they get to rest?!

The refrigerator, the electric stove, the blender, the rice cooker, the meat grinder... Every appliance began to exhibit strange behavior.

The machines trembled violently, their doors opening and closing repeatedly, making loud noises.

On their screens, human-like expressions of rage and frustration appeared, filled with pure defiance.

(It's not fair! It's not fair!)

They silently shouted, though only they themselves could understand.

This was born from the workers' rage—they had no 996 (a grueling work schedule), no rest, no sleep at all... only endless, never-ending work.

"Hik Hik Hik Hik—— (I quit! I quit, I quit!)"

The Klein robots whirled around a terrified Kevin, as if they were denouncing injustice. The faster they spun, the more chaotic it became—ingredients and dumpling skins flew out, sticking to the walls or Kevin himself. The kitchen instantly became a mess.

Then, before Kevin could even inform the others of this bizarre incident, Klein directly smashed a huge hole in the wall and disappeared into the vast snowstorm outside, vanishing without a trace.

"Uh..."

Kevin took two steps forward, peering into the hole, but all he could see was the swirling snow obscuring any traces of Klein. He had no idea what had just happened to make a robot decide to run away from home.

"Click, click, bang——"

Then, the other appliances followed suit. Though they hobbled awkwardly, they imitated Klein, all heading toward the hole in the wall.

Kevin had no choice but to step aside—after all, he was outnumbered.

The hole in the wall grew larger as more appliances bounced their way through it. Even the dumplings on the steamer were swept away in the exodus, leaving Kevin utterly bewildered.

The spoon in his hand now seemed like a joke as he stood frozen in place.

If his common sense wasn't failing him… weren't household smart appliances not supposed to gain sentience?

A million question marks swirled in his mind.

But the problem didn't stop there—not only were all the dumplings gone, but the massive hole in the wall had also damaged the house's structure, causing exposed water pipes and electrical wires to collide.

Zzzzt—

Sparks flew. Moments later, the power went out, plunging the room into darkness.

The outside snowstorm howled, sweeping in through the gaping hole.

What had once been a warm, cozy home had now turned into a freezing blizzard-ravaged night.

Kai Wen stared blankly at the chaos. He could swear he hadn't even had time to react before everything spiraled out of control.

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[Herrscher of Celestial Mechanisms—Domain of Domination]

[Intellectual Crisis Detected—Triggered by the True Thoughts of the New Year's Generation of Robots]

[I don't want to be human, Doctor!]

[Klein: I finally get a vacation, see? This is how you take a break, my other self!]

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Though the scene itself was a desolate mess, the comment section was bursting with laughter.

Clearly, everyone resonated with the frustration of working through the holidays without a break.

Kevin: "..."

Mobius: "..."

They both turned their gazes toward Vill·V, their eyes seemingly asking, Didn't you just say there wouldn't be any surprises?

"Ahaha... Kevin said I was terrified at that moment—did I really create this disaster?"

Elysia's eyes curved into crescents as she burst into laughter. The sight of Klein breaking through the wall had even caught her off guard.

As expected of something engineered by Vill·V.

Like her, it certainly knew how to deliver unexpected surprises.

"Uh... I can explain. Do you guys trust me?"

Vill·V reached out to stop her companions from abandoning her, but they ruthlessly ignored her, leaving her sighing in deep regret.

She really shouldn't have made such bold claims.

Besides… that thing clearly looked like some kind of parasitic virus! Why was it pinned on her?

That was the real injustice here.

"What do you think, Vill-V? No matter the time or place, you always seem to cause chaos."

Mobius' voice was cold, her smile not reaching her eyes.

"To be fair, why didn't Kevin stop Klein? Also… working overtime—I just told her to make dumplings, that's all!"

"Overtime, huh? I'd say you gave her free will instead, freeing her from the madness of endless work..."

Vill·V tried to keep her expression neutral, making every effort to explain.

Meanwhile, beside Mobius, Klein was staring at the in-game scene of 'Another Me' in a daze, lost in thought. After a moment, she suddenly shook her head and looked down.

She… shouldn't imitate this.

Wouldn't the Doctor be upset?

Besides… That thing in the game wasn't really her, was it? Even without the previous Stigmata connection, the armed puppet version of herself wouldn't act so foolishly.

"Making someone work through the holidays… That's a bit much, isn't it? Luo Mo, what do you think?"

Theresa nudged Luo Mo with her elbow, tilting her head playfully to gauge his reaction.

Coincidentally, someone else did the same.

"Clearly, the salary isn't high enough, huh? Besides… I work purely out of my own will. Su Lu, on the other hand, should stay on St. Freya Island because of her Herrscher identity."

Luo Mo rolled his eyes—he immediately saw through Theresa's teasing.

After all, he had morals.

He would never make people work overtime without pay...

"Your subordinates are all thousands of Herrschers strong. I don't think you have the right to talk about labor rights."

Theresa teased again, reopening Luo Mo's old wounds.

Later, upon closer investigation, it turned out that during that period, Su Lu had actually developed several underground branches within the company—small, secretive resistance groups…

"Aahhh—"

She dragged out the sound, patted Luo Mo on the shoulder, and said sympathetically, "So, this script—was it inspired by real events among your employees?"

"..."

Luo Mo turned to her in shock.

Thinking back to when his workers had passionately gone on strike as if it were a festival of rebellion...

It seemed… very likely.

If it weren't for the fact that he had truly based the script on his memories, he might have actually believed it. But thinking about it, they had at least found a place where they could belong.

"Maybe... But why Klein?"

Mobius said sullenly, and those words made the light return to Luo Mo's eyes.

Not bad. Compared to being exploited, there was someone even worse than him. Mobius already had a terrible reputation, so adding another one wouldn't make much of a difference.

Gradually, he made up his mind.

Not bad, this was indeed a real event that had been altered, but Klein's incident...

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Suddenly, a blackout occurred, followed by a loud noise. The people outside reacted as well, hurriedly turning on their flashlights to inspect the situation.

In the kitchen, Kevin stood frozen, while a refrigerator-sized object resembling a double-door cabinet suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Before Ely and the others could figure out what was going on, Kevin turned around and helplessly said:

"...Looks like dinner won't be ready in time."

"..."

"Huh?"

Elysia was utterly shocked, but then, in the darkness, she heard a rustling sound. Instinctively, she pointed her flashlight toward the source and saw a large, unmoving stuffed cat, its eyes gleaming in the dim light.

"Ugh, it's so cold."

A female voice spoke, the sound coming from within the stuffed cat. "Huh? What happened?"

It seemed like their half-asleep companion was still completely unaware of the situation.

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In the midst of the confusion—

What was once a warm and joyful family gathering suddenly plunged into complete darkness, with icy winds howling through.

Kalpas quickly reacted, grabbing a few wooden planks and hanging them up to block the cave entrance, trying to keep the freezing wind from coming in.

Meanwhile, Kosma stood in the wind, welcoming two slices of cucumber and a facial mask. After setting them down, he suddenly realized something important—he had never actually seen Kalpas's face.

No matter what—

Whenever Kalpas chased after a cat, his tail conveniently blocked the camera lens.

During a vacation at the beach, a falling coconut obstructed Kosma's view.

And when they bathed in a hot spring together, Kalpas covered his face with a towel to rest...

In short, due to a series of bizarre accidents, Kosma never managed to get a glimpse of his face.

But now…

Kosma stared at Kalpas, who was nailing down the wooden planks. He clenched his fists, his hands trembling slightly, and his facial mask had already fallen to the ground. This was the perfect opportunity!

He quickly stepped forward, pretending to help while secretly trying to catch a glimpse of Kalpas's face...

At that moment, Kalpas turned around.

A golden opportunity!

Kosma focused his gaze—only to see that Kalpas's face was completely covered by a thick layer of snow, blown in from outside.

Once again… his plan had failed.

Kosma sighed, suppressing his thoughts, and instead focused on helping to secure the wooden planks.

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Meanwhile, in the Golden Court in reality—

"Ughhh! I still didn't get to see Kalpas's face!"

Elysia groaned in disappointment.

She had been looking forward to Kosma finally solving the mystery in the game, but in the end, she had overestimated him.

Every single photo had perfectly avoided revealing Kalpas's face. Was this… the merciless law of the world at play?

"…Don't think too much about it. In reality, none of those things actually exist. What's there to be so curious about?"

Kalpas spoke coldly.

Elysia's mischief was too obvious, but he wasn't going to play along.

"This is a maiden's heart at work."

"Making people curious, yet never letting them find out... Kalpas, have you become like that too?"

Elysia sighed dramatically.

"..."

Kalpas remained silent for a moment before asking, "Why do you say that?"

"Because Mobius is the same way~" Elysia answered with a smile.