Type-Moon's Problem Child from Collapse

Fu Yuan sat cross-legged on the Guilt Cliff behind the mountain, his expression twisted with fury.

"So, how about it? Want to accept my power? Then the entire world will be yours to command."

"Are you Collapse?"

"Does that matter? What matters is that I can make you stop thinking about these questions."

"Get lost!"

Fu Yuan listened to the voice coming from nowhere in his Mind Space, his tone laced with irritation.

"If you had to choose only one to live—All Living Beings or your Senior Sister—what would you pick?"

Then, in the next instant, the Mind Space, once as clear as a mirror, transformed into the cave from before.

"So, what will you choose?"

"None of your business!"

The voice remained calm and ethereal, as if discussing something utterly trivial.

Seeing this scene brought up again, Fu Yuan's expression twisted completely. With his rage, the Mind Space began to destabilize.

"But you'll have to face it sooner or later, won't you?"

"So why not accept my power?"

The voice continued its temptation, crude and unrefined, simply forcing him to confront that question over and over.

Soon the scene shifted. The cave became a battlefield, and at its center stood Senior Sister, alone.

Opposite her was an army—an army of ordinary humans.

Then the battle began. It was a one-sided slaughter, a transcendent being massacring mortals.

"What will you do?"

Fu Yuan stood silently at the edge of the battlefield. Every time he moved to act, he stopped himself.

'Let it be. It'll end soon. Very soon.'

With that thought, he closed his eyes completely. When he opened them again...

The scene he expected did not appear. Instead, Senior Sister stood there, limp, her body pierced by weapon after weapon.

"No. No. This shouldn't be happening."

Fu Yuan's expression grew manic. This couldn't be right. How could Senior Sister lose?

He struck. He killed those ordinary people. The moment before he could embrace her, he was back where he started.

The battle before him was like an illusion. Senior Sister and the army had not moved.

"What will you do?"

It was as if the scene was replaying perfectly, even the tone unchanged.

The only difference was that this time, Fu Yuan struck first. Then the illusion shattered.

He was back in the Mind Space, clear as a mirror, with that irritating voice.

"If you had to choose only one—All Living Beings or your Senior Sister—what would you pick?"

"I... choose Senior Sister."

His voice suddenly became resolute. For the first time, Fu Yuan answered the question directly, even if not to her face.

Then the scene shifted again. Unlike before, this was a place he had never seen.

In the scene, Senior Sister was giving instructions to an elder beside her. Fu Yuan walked forward, trying to hear what they were saying.

"Leak my whereabouts."

The scene changed again. Still Senior Sister, but this time she was alone at a table, writing and drawing.

"How to shatter Junior Brother's Dao Heart."

"Seeing this, would you still choose Senior Sister?"

"I... I... You're lying to me!"

Fu Yuan erupted in fury. The Mind Space was instantly engulfed by countless blades.

Unexpectedly, this time a figure appeared before him.

Golden eyes, White Hair, Fair Skin—utterly eerie and otherworldly.

A short white robe covered his body, revealing pale skin beneath his slender neck, with delicate collarbones accenting it. At the waist, a Golden Chain appeared—on closer inspection, it was woven from countless tiny chains crossing over each other, wrapping around his waist and revealing a slender figure.

Below, it seemed he wore nothing, the short robe partially covering him, revealing two long, fair Legs, with delicate Jade Feet casually placed.

Countless blades pierced through his body, but none struck true—as if the person didn't exist at all.

"Are you Collapse?"

Seeing his attacks fail, Fu Yuan paused, eyeing the figure before him warily.

"I am not Honkai."

"I am merely a mirror."

The person before him suddenly wore a strange smile, then their entire figure began to flatten, like a paper cutout.

Then the whole person started to widen, gradually turning crystalline, until finally they became a pool of still water, reflecting Fu Yuan's current appearance.

That voice sounded again, but this time without its former coldness.

"Constraint, welcome!"

Chapter Thirty-One: I Forgive You!

Fu Yuan stared at his own reflection, feeling helpless.

After discovering he had fallen into Demonic Possession, his once-flawless Dao Heart seemed like a joke.

And the moment that thought crossed his mind, the last shred of his persistence vanished completely.

Still Water, Dustless, Clear Mirror, Taixu—realms that others might spend a lifetime unable to reach—were utterly destroyed in this single instant.

His heart felt as if shrouded in Black Mist, filled with despair and helplessness.

Honkai energy erupted.

To Fu Hua, who was meditating, it came so suddenly. He stared in disbelief toward the direction of the back mountain.

This was nothing short of a thunderbolt from a clear sky, yet he only fell silent for a moment before picking up his sword and walking out the door.

Taixu Sect Rule: Those who fall to Demonic Possession shall be killed without mercy.

This was the only rule on Taixu Mountain, and the one Fu Hua would never allow anyone to trample. It carried the weight of tens of thousands of years, suffocating though it was, yet he had never once broken it... just like this time.

"What's going on!" Su Mei rushed out of her room anxiously, staring at the back mountain. What kind of Honkai concentration was this!

Even when Demon Beasts had gathered before, the Honkai energy had never been this dense. At this concentration, if she were at the center, she probably wouldn't last long either.

'Could it be... no, impossible. How could a Flawless Dao Heart fall to Demonic Possession.'

Thinking this, she shook her head. Such a thing couldn't happen—after all, her plan had only just begun. Even she had never imagined her Junior Disciple Brother falling to possession.

"Master, this is the back mountain. Did something happen to Junior Disciple Brother?" Eldest Senior Sister Lin Chao Yu looked at her master's extremely grave expression, also sensing the dense Honkai energy, and grew worried.

"...A Herrscher." Fu Hua faced his senior disciple's inquiry, his expression conflicted, but finally spoke the most likely possibility.

After these words, the three present fell silent. Even Su Mei, who was always in control, didn't know what to say. A Herrscher—the natural enemy of humanity, the pinnacle of Honkai's creation.

"Then... what do we do?" Su Mei's voice came out hoarse. She truly had never anticipated this situation.

"...Those who fall to Demonic Possession shall be killed without mercy." Fu Hua closed his eyes and uttered these words.

"A Yuan has fallen to Demonic Possession?" Fu Yuan helplessly sensed the changes in the air, felt the changes within himself.

"I... fell to Demonic Possession... Ha, haha, hahahaha." Fu Yuan suddenly found it bitterly ironic. He had fallen to possession—he, who had once been called the least likely to ever fall!

"Haha... ha..."

Fu Yuan suddenly grew violent. The sword in his hand swung forward with all his might, but the weapon that had once moved as an extension of his will now felt utterly foreign, failing to produce the sharp sword light it once had.

Fu Yuan stared silently at the sword before him, suddenly feeling that everything today was like some cruel joke.

He dropped the weapon, as if remembering something.

"That's right. The sword heart is shattered, and the Five Aggregates are all ruined!"

The moment he fully let go of the sword, countless Chain Spears erupted from behind him, moving as naturally as part of his own body—a stark contrast to the sword he had just wielded.

Then they slammed with full force into the cliff before him. With this relentless barrage, the once-unreachable mountain face crumbled into rubble and rolled downward.

Fu Yuan felt the power within him, lost and confused, then fell to his knees, clutching his head.

He slammed it against the ground again and again. After a long time, when the pain had become almost unbearable—

Fu Yuan suddenly seemed to remember something. He crawled forward a few steps, fumbling for the sword he had just discarded.

Feeling the familiar weight in his hand, a strange sense of calm washed over him.

Slowly, he traced the patterns on the blade, his eyes filled with struggle.

Finally, his arm trembling, he brought the sword to his own neck. Just one more inch, and it would all be over. Just one inch... one inch...

After a long pause, Fu Yuan threw the sword to the ground in despair, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.

He didn't dare! He didn't dare!

He had died once before. He knew what death felt like—loneliness, despair, a feeling of utter hopelessness. Everything slipping away, his consciousness stretched infinitely in that single second.

Death—he understood it better than anyone!

He didn't dare!

"Coward! Bastard!"

Fu Yuan pounded his fists against the ground again and again, until his hands were covered in blood and the white of bone showed through.

Fu Yuan suddenly stopped, staring at the ground slowly corroding beneath him, blood and tears pooling together into a small hollow.

He looked at his own reflection in that pool, and a wave of helplessness washed over him.

He lay flat on the ground strewn with rubble, his eyes hollow as he stared at the sky—a sky with not a single bird in it.

Then he slowly curled up, hugging his knees in despair, tears streaming endlessly from the corners of his eyes.

Fu Yuan wiped his tears with some resolve, not caring how dirty his hands were.

"Taixu Sect Rule: Those who fall to Demonic Possession shall be slain without mercy!"

Fu Yuan suddenly recited the words he had been made to memorize on the very first day he was taken in.

But in the end, he truly did not dare!

Finally, Fu Yuan sealed off all his senses, huddled against the wall, and waited for his end to come.

Fu Hua felt the Honkai energy thickening in the air, and a chill of sorrow crept into her heart. Is this my fate?

Cang Xuan, Dan Zhu, Xuanyuan, and A Yuan! Fate—how ironic!

Thinking this, Fu Hua turned her head to glance at the two disciples still following behind her. Seeing them struggling bitterly against the Honkai, she said nothing more about sending them back.

This eruption of Honkai, as Fu Hua sensed it, was no weaker than several of those from the Previous Era. For them, it was truly too much.

Let them see me one last time.

She silently led the way ahead, only increasing the output of her Void Sword Qi, dispersing more Honkai energy into the surroundings.

As they walked toward the back mountain and saw that the once-familiar peak had completely vanished, Fu Hua's gaze suddenly turned grave.

She was a warrior—a warrior bearing the hopes of countless others.

Of everyone present, anyone could afford to be weak. Except her.