Honkai: Strijder (Honkai Impact 3 Male MC)

"Ladies and gentlemen, with heavy hearts, we lay to rest our comrades today."

"They were all young and beautiful girls, full of life and charm. They were gentle, kind, and beautiful, deserving of all the goodness in the world. But they were also great Valkyries, outstanding and fearless warriors, who stood before the brutal and relentless Honkai Beast with flesh and blood, guarding the safety of the people."

"They rest here now, bidding farewell to their loved ones and to this beautiful world. Yet, they will forever live on in our hearts, becoming the eternal pride of humanity."

"Heroes are immortal! Glory endures forever!"

"Burial! Moment of silence!"

Welt's resounding and solemn voice marked the beginning of the funeral ceremony.

On the eastern coast, within the new, vast, and solemn grand white cemetery, coffins of fallen Valkyries were slowly lowered into the ground by their relatives, teammates, or superiors, ushering in their final rest and peace.

Too many Valkyries cried as they buried their comrades, some even smudging their faces into cat-like patterns while wiping away tears, yet no one mocked them.

This scene was broadcasted to every corner of the world, rendering countless people silent.

Welt stood there, having just finished his brief speech, his eyes reddened.

He had so much more he wanted to say, but as the funeral officially began, he found himself unable to articulate anything, only able to express his grief with a few short and pale words.

"Don't be too sad. At least, we saved more people."

Sigurd patted his back, offering comfort with an expressionless face.

Welt took a deep breath.

"Do you know, when I entered the battlefield, I saw a dying Valkyrie. Her lower body had turned to mush, and with her teammates by her side, she struggled to breathe… I couldn't save her. There wasn't enough of her body left to save her."

"I didn't know her name, or where she came from. I could only guess from her teammates' tearful words that she must have been a gentle, just, caring, and loving food and music-loving girl… Then she died, right in front of my eyes. She was so young, no more than sixteen or seventeen, she shouldn't have died, but I was powerless."

"There were 7983 children like her… How much pain must they have felt? I don't know at all, I don't even dare to think about it… Sigurd, if you had been there at the time, you would have found a way to save her, and more people!"

Sigurd opened his mouth, unsure of what to say. It was too late to save them, and he couldn't do anything if he wasn't there. Such a multitude of sacrifices was an unchangeable fact.

Welt closed his eyes, sighing deeply, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Welt could smile in the face of his own pain and even death. As long as the sacrifice was meaningful, he wouldn't even frown. But facing the sacrifices of these young girls, he had wanted to cry many times.

If he were stronger, if he could do better, would these girls be able to live and laugh like before, continuing their youth?

"I'll design some emergency medical equipment. Learn it well and reproduce it."

Sigurd sighed.

Not only Welt but also his drones needed further enhancement of medical modules.

"All right!"

Welt nodded, resolutely responding.

He was never someone who liked war. Compared to making weapons for destruction, if it was for making devices to save people, even if it exhausted him to death, he would smile and fall down with pride.

Nearby, Kiana's sniffles could be heard.

Sigurd turned his head to see Kiana's tears flowing uncontrollably, her nose running as well.

She kept wiping her tears, while stubbornly pursing her lips, not crying out loud, yet no one knew what she was trying to hold back.

"Cry if you want to, no need to hold it back."

Sigurd pressed her head gently, speaking in a rare soft tone.

Kiana turned her head, looking at Sigurd, choked up for a moment before grabbing his clothes and crying into his arms.

"Waaah!"

"So many… so many people died…"

"Why… why did it have to be like this…"

"Sig…"

"Waaah!"

Kiana's tears and snot soaked Sigurd's clothes, much like the day she found out she was a clone.

In Kiana's crying, there was uncontrollable sadness and reluctance. She wanted to save people, she thought she could save many people, but in the end, she couldn't change the fact of so many sacrifices.

"Sigh…"

Sigurd stroked her head, holding the trembling girl in his arms, sighing deeply.

"It will be okay. Let's try harder next time. It's okay, it's okay..."

Sigurd awkwardly comforted her, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.

Some Valkyries nearby, either wiping tears with red eyes or disguising their pain with wooden expressions, now turned their eyes towards the little girl crying without restraint in Sigurd's arms, showing a gentle expression.

The funeral lasted for an hour, mainly because some Valkyries cried until they were too exhausted while burying their comrades, possibly unable to accept reality, resulting in a slow burial process. However, no one rushed them.

Until the last fallen Valkyrie was laid to rest, Welt erected two massive obelisks over thirty meters tall in the middle of the cemetery, one inscribed with the names of the martyrs and the other commemorating civilians affected by the tsunami.

"To the heroes who sacrificed in the East Sea Battle, may they rest in eternal glory!"

"For the heroes who sacrificed in the fight against Honkai over the past thousands of years, may they rest in eternal glory!"

"For all the heroes who sacrificed for human civilization throughout history and into eternity, may they rest in eternal glory!!!"

As Welt engraved the inscriptions on the monument, his voice trembled uncontrollably towards the end.

...

On the day of the funeral, no discussions took place. It was a day of mourning for the fallen, and anything other than that shouldn't interfere with people's emotions.

The following day was the day when Schicksal and Anti-Entropy publicly signed the Treaty of Friendship.

As it was a major event that would affect the entire world, it was still broadcasted globally, and the location was set on the desolate and uninhabited Chi You Continent.

In fact, this continent had not yet been named, and the subsequent plans for handling it had not been finalized. "Chi You Continent" was just a temporary designation.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the live broadcast was prominently displayed on public networks, and anyone could click to watch.

However, upon entering the live broadcast, the empty and charred continent made many netizens exclaim—what a lonely sight.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

At eight thirty, the earth trembled as a silent and scarred group of Titans, clad in black and blue steel, stepped into the frame. They were part of the Titan legions that participated in the battle, their towering and hefty figures bearing the recent marks of warfare. Their meticulously organized formation, reminiscent of obsessive-compulsive disorder, emanated silent but ironclad strength, causing both fear and exhilaration.

"Anti-Entropy is awesome!" Similar barrage comments began flooding the screen.

Three days had passed since the battle. At this critical moment, Anti-Entropy and Schicksal had done a lot of educational work to clarify information about Honkai and the origins of both organizations. Now, asking an average person about the leaders of their country might yield uncertain answers, but when it came to Anti-Entropy and Schicksal, even those without internet or television signal would know.

Leading the mighty tide of Titans, Cocoloa and Raiden Ryoma stood on two speeding steel chariots, their bodies erect, the Anti-Entropy banner with its distinctive S-shaped symbol fluttering proudly, declaring Anti-Entropy's entrance.

Simultaneously, a series of swift and striking figures streaked across the sea like meteors. A team of silver-white Schicksal Valkyries, adorned with the golden cross emblem representing Schicksal, took to the skies and gracefully descended into the wilderness.

Soon, the Titan legions of Anti-Entropy and the Valkyrie squads of Schicksal, the human-machine cooperative camps, stood facing each other on the vast dark earth, separated by a hundred meters.

In the silence, the suppressed smell of gunpowder permeated the air.

Despite the cooperation, the animosity built up over the past sixty years was not something that could be erased in just one or two days.

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