Honkai Simulator: I'm Really not Seele!

[This simulator is really forcing me to bind such a malicious talent. Is it not even pretending anymore?]

Seeing the permanent talent that clearly required him to only wear women's clothing from now on, Lunelle couldn't help but curse inwardly at the absurdity of it all.

He couldn't understand why something like crossdressing, which had nothing to do with Honkai energy, could be linked together so seamlessly.

And yet, the combination somehow granted him the Honkai energy adaptability that he desperately needed.

But as the saying goes, a true man should be able to adapt. If simply wearing women's clothing could drastically increase his survival rate, then even if this was a forced transaction, it wasn't exactly a bad deal, was it?

After all, in Lunelle's eyes, it was just two days of wearing women's clothes. If he rounded it off, that practically meant he hadn't worn them at all, right?

But with this talent forcing him to continue dressing as a woman, no matter how much he resisted in the future, he no longer had a choice.

Ah... my friends, this simulator is forcing me, Lunelle, to wear women's clothing!

There's absolutely no way I accidentally discovered that women's clothing is actually comfortable!

Absolutely impossible!

But there was one thing Lunelle now understood.

The moment he started piecing together the truth based on the clues he had gathered, the simulator, which had once shown a semblance of restraint, was now acting more blatantly than ever.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that what truly made Lunelle shudder was the simulator's unwavering determination to completely turn him into a replica of Seele.

And he had only gone through six low-rated simulations at most!

Yet now, whenever Lunelle looked in the mirror, he could see that his appearance was vastly different from how he had looked before coming to this world.

In just three days, the simulator had permanently transformed him from a completely ordinary boy into someone who, with the right clothes, could outshine most actual girls in terms of beauty!

And it had only been three days...

After surviving tomorrow's Honkai, there were still many more days ahead!

"As expected… Even guaranteed rewards aren't as easy to obtain as I had hoped. But if things are really as I suspect… should I even continue using the simulator?"

Lunelle could already foresee it—if he failed a few more times, he might be forced to take on even stranger talents.

Just thinking about it made him frustrated. Even with a golden finger, he was struggling so much as a boy in this world plagued by Honkai.

He had sacrificed so much over the past three days to become stronger, yet he still couldn't match the physical strength of a normal adult male.

At this moment, Lunelle couldn't help but recall the attribute panel belonging to Seele.

Even in her most basic non-Law state, her Honkai energy conversion rate was an astounding one-to-ten. Just thinking about it made him envious.

For reasons he couldn't quite explain—whether it was pure yearning for power or something else—a very dangerous thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Perhaps, in this world that was particularly hostile to men, being a woman might actually be—

!!!

"Tsk! What am I thinking!?"

The moment that dangerous thought emerged, Lunelle immediately realized how ridiculous it was.

"Ugh, I need to sleep. I shouldn't be having such unrealistic ideas!"

Sensing the abnormality in his own thoughts, Lunelle quickly muttered to himself, trying to crush the dangerous notion before it could take root.

With the simulator's assistance, his consciousness quickly drifted into sleep.

But perhaps due to the old saying, "What you think about during the day, you dream about at night," Lunelle unexpectedly had a dream he hadn't experienced in a long time.

In this strange dream, he was called "Seele Fleuret."

And in a world different from the main storyline of Nagazora, he had truly become a girl, growing up in an orphanage.

There was no such thing as Destiny or Anti-Entropy in this world—only a special organization known as Fire Moth, which gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

In the dream, Lunelle was an orphan.

But through years of study, little Lunelle had honed his writing skills through relentless effort and training.

Eventually, with a modest income from writing, he became one of the few orphans in the orphanage capable of supporting himself.

However, as he grew older, trouble arose.

Despite being malnourished, Lunelle's overly cute features and oddly mature figure eventually attracted unwanted attention.

The situation could be summed up by a classic line from the Far East:

"Miss Seele? You don't want the children at the orphanage to end up on the streets, do you?"

In short, a high-status man had caught sight of Lunelle's real appearance and fallen in love with him.

And so, leveraging his influence, he exerted immense pressure on the orphanage, forcing Lunelle to either comply or risk losing everything.

Faced with the ugly faces of the powerful and their oppressive threats, it was only natural that the already fragile Lunelle finally snapped.

And just as the dream was about to reach the moment where little Lunelle completely succumbed to darkness…

The dream suddenly froze, as if a paused video.

Then, like shattered glass, the scene fractured, breaking apart into countless spatial cracks.

But in the last moments before the dream fully collapsed, Lunelle caught a glimpse of something eerily familiar…

Yet, still in a half-conscious state, he lacked the clarity to process it.

"!!!!!!"

Lunelle, who had been deep in sleep, suddenly jolted awake.

However, like most dreams, the vivid experiences he had just lived through had already begun to fade, leaving behind only scattered fragments of memory.

"Did I… just have some kind of weird nightmare?"

Though he couldn't remember the details, he could feel a lingering sense of unease weighing down on him.

As his groggy consciousness gradually sharpened, he finally noticed that his clothes were completely drenched in cold sweat.

But whether Lunelle clearly remembered his dream or not was irrelevant.

Because, in the hidden depths of the simulator, within a top-secret work log that not even the host had access to, a certain elf was diligently recording an important entry.

The system administrator, Systema, carefully typed a single crucial line into the latest log entry:

[Original memory successfully awakened. The host has met all conditions necessary to transform into his "true self"…]