My Instant Death Doomed Firefly to a Lifetime of Regret

[Simulation Complete. Rewards Distributing]

Light Cone [Dreams Rekindled]

Path: Preservation

Rarity: Gold

Skill:

[Mortal White Haired Bond]: Burn memories to enter Lucid State, drastically enhancing mental fortitude. At maximum tier (V), merge irreversibly with the cosmos.

Description:

[Does anyone still speak to trees?]

Petals fall into her palm, resurrecting memories beneath the branches.

Only in dreams can she embrace him again, touching futures that never were.

The girl sits as she once did, chattering about trivial days—all just excuses to whisper one truth:

[I miss you.]

She clutches twin blades—Nightless obsidian and Wuming violet—as if holding him once more.

[Never Again the Youthful Journey (Gold)]: Permanent stat boosts from cherished memories. The more collected, the greater power restored.

[Aeon's Blessing  <｜place▁holder▁no▁797｜> Blood (Red)]: Why does life slumber? Near-immortal regeneration.

[Glass Sword Heart (?)]: True sword-spirit comprehension attained.

The golden Light Cone drifted into Anming's hand, its surface depicting Fu Xuan embracing both swords beneath peach blossoms. Seventy-one simulated years—a fleeting moment for immortals, yet a full lifetime for him. If this were false, he'd swallow Aha whole to prove it.

"We're sorry! Stop crying!" March 7th awkwardly helped him up, guiltily brushing off his sleeves.

"This time, he really looks like a widower," Stelle noted dryly, having witnessed March's accidental elbow strike. To bystanders, it might've seemed like heated abuse—but blame the Astral Express's faulty warp.

"Miss March… you might not believe me, but I dreamt of a peach-blossom beauty. We lived a lifetime together."

"Stop." March covered her face, pity and exasperation warring. "You'll find real love someday. Probably."

"March, I love you."

"Don't repay kindness with sabotage!" She elbowed him again, flopping onto the couch as icy plains filled the window.

Stelle sprawled nearby, eyeing Jarilo-VI with curiosity. Anming sweat bullets. Good news: No immediate trip to the Xianzhou meant avoiding Fu Xuan. Bad news: Meeting Silver Wolf (aka "Sparkle") on this frozen planet would require… explanations. Visions of a smiling Silver Wolf summoning SAM to ignite the planet flashed through his mind.

Himeko approached with coffee. "The warp instability stemmed from Stellaron corruption. To proceed, we must retrieve the Stellaron."

"Understood." Anming accepted the cup—then swiftly handed it to Stelle, who blinked like a confused gray-haired kitten.

"Time for Nameless glory!"

"Adapting fast, huh?" March grinned. "Don't worry! Senior March and invincible Dan Heng will protect you!"

"Ahem. This expedition is yours to lead," Dan Heng interjected.

"Yay! Amnesiac squad assemble!"

"Pfft—" Stelle spat her first sip of Himeko's brew, shooting Anming a betrayed glare.

"Not… that bad, right?" He avoided eye contact.

To spare Pom-Pom's feelings, Stelle silently mopped the floors. Guilt-ridden, Anming joined until the parlor gleamed.

1 System Hour Later

"Ready?" Dan Heng eyed Nightless at Anming's hip—some bonds, like Stelle and trash cans, needed no explanation.

"Locked and loaded!" March twirled her bow. "Wonder what adventures await!"

"Who shall claim dominion o'er heaven and earth—"

"You're insufferable!" March cut off Stelle's dramatic monologue.

"Just vibing," Stelle shrugged, hefting her bat.

Anming, meanwhile, spammed Silver Wolf's chat:

[Windblade:] Still alive?

[Windblade:] Plotting planetary arson?

[Windblade:] I can explain—

"Stop copy-pasting cringe!" March turned to leave, only for Stelle to yank her back.

"Where you goin', Empress March?"

"Lovestruck fool, chuunibyou, and a 'beauty'." March deadpanned. "Dan Heng solo carry. Let's go."

Dan Heng silently hit the launch button.

The descent began with a roar. Anming's vision darkened—until a divine hammer blazing with cosmic forgefire loomed overhead. Galactic barriers shimmered, indestructible and sublime.

The Aeon's gaze fell—approving, warm, smithing flames enveloping him.

"Awaken."

The primordial voice struck like an anvil. Then—

Freefall.

Icy winds tore at him as he plummeted toward Jarilo-VI's frozen wastes, a human meteor.