Young Otto's Jet Plane Model Crashed and Broke: Kallen Crouched to Pick Up the Broken Wing

"What's this?"

"Jet Plane!" Young Otto puffed out his chest, trying to look like a real inventor. "It doesn't need horses, it doesn't need wings, just light this up, and it can fly higher than any bird."

Kallen opened her eyes wide.

"Can it really fly?"

"Certainly!"

Otto pressed the mechanism hidden under the fuselage.

The model wobbled and slid across the stone table, bumped into a flowerpot, and fell down with a thud.

The wing broke in two.

The Courtyard fell silent for a moment.

Otto's face flushed red.

"I... I'm not ready yet..."

Kallen, however, had already squatted down, picked up the broken wing, and handed it back to him as if it were a precious treasure.

"Then make another one."

Don't you think it's clumsy?

"No way," Kallen shook her head with a smile, "Anything you make will definitely fly."

Otto stared at her, bewildered.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dancing on the girl's golden hair.

Kallen suddenly raised her hands and cheered:

"Otto, you will be the greatest inventor!"

The Organ became lighter and more cheerful for a moment.

But that brightness lasted only a few breaths.

The boy in the picture is looking down at the model in his hands, his eyes reflecting Kallen's smile.

That was the purest warmth in his life.

There was no power, no intrigue, no bloodshed, and no desires that had to be fulfilled.

Only one girl believed that one day he could make a dilapidated model fly.

Ning Rongrong's gaze softened.

"So he was this young once too."

"Everyone has it," Tang San said, "But some people preserve that purity, while others turn it into an obsession."

The screen suddenly ripped apart.

The Courtyard was covered in bright red.

The Organ grew low again.

On the Execution Platform, Kallen lay on the cold stone surface. Her body was already cold, her white dress was soaked in blood, and her once bright eyes would never open again.

The young Otto knelt beside her, embracing her tightly with both arms.

His fingers trembled as he repeatedly wiped the blood from Kallen's face.

"Kallen, get up."

There was no response.

Didn't you say you'd go to see the sea with me?

There has still been no response.

"Didn't you say I would become the greatest inventor?"

The wind blew across the Execution Ground, carrying away his last words.

Young Otto lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Kallen's, as if waiting for her to wake up from a long sleep.

But the person in his arms will never open their eyes again.

At that moment, the sky on the Light Screen froze into a deathly gray.

[Target confirmed dead.]

[Possibility of resurrection: Zero.]

The world won't stop for anyone.

Otto looked up.

There were no tears in his eyes.

All the tears seemed to freeze at that moment, turning into something deeper and colder.

If the world never stops...

His voice was hoarse, unlike that of a young man.

"Then I'll make it stop."

Tang Wulin's hand slowly tightened.

This is not sadness.

"Grief makes one accept loss," Ye Yinzhu said softly, "But he didn't accept it. He turned loss into a goal that had to be achieved."

The images on the Light Screen flashed rapidly.

Otto entered his dimly lit study alone and perused ancient texts; by candlelight, he recorded words about the soul, life, and destiny; he experimented time and time again, failing each time, filling the walls with every possible way to win Kallen back.

The handwriting gradually went from neat to chaotic.

The question shifted from "How to bring the dead back" to "Why can't the world operate according to my will?"

Zhou Weiqing swallowed.

"He's treating the whole world like a guinea pig."

"For one person?" Xue Ye asked in a deep voice.

"In his eyes, it's not just a person," Tang San replied, "It's the only future he acknowledges."

The scene continues to move forward.

Young Otto stood atop a high platform, with the city ablaze behind him.

He orchestrated a coup through meticulous planning, leveraging popular support, self-interest, and fear to ascend to the position of Bishop of Schicksal.

The child who used to display model airplanes in the Courtyard has disappeared.

Instead, a man dressed in a pristine white robe, with a smile on his face, looked down at the kneeling crowd below.

His fingers tapped the Scepter lightly.

A huge chessboard unfolded behind them.

The city-state is a chessboard.

Power is merely Chess Piece.

Heroes, enemies, allies, and even those who died innocently were all labeled as cold symbols.

[The goal is to rebuild the world Order.]

[True purpose: To explore the possibility of reviving Kallen.]

All power is but a chessboard.

Bei Bei's face darkened.

"In order to revive Kallen, he truly turned the entire world into a chessboard."

"Such a person is very dangerous," Niu Tian said coldly. "If his goals align with the interests of all people, he can be called a ruthless hero. But once the two conflict, he will never hesitate."

Tai Tan let out a heavy snort.

"So how does he perceive others?"

"The price," Gu Yuena replied, "Or rather, the variables that can be sacrificed."

Ning Tian felt a chill run down his spine.

"But he clearly loves Kallen so much."

"Love doesn't equate to kindness." Lie Yan gazed at Otto on the Light Screen. "Some people, the deeper they love, the more they believe the whole world should make way for that love."

Ji Dong turned his head to look at her.

"What if it were you?"

Lie Yan did not answer immediately.

She simply gazed at the man standing alone before the chessboard on the Light Screen and whispered:

"I would want her to live, but I wouldn't use everyone's lives to prove my deep affection."

After those words were spoken, a silence fell over the crowd.

Inside the Light Screen, Otto changed into another outfit.

He wore a long black robe, his hood obscuring most of his face, and a slender weapon hung at his waist. He walked along the ancient mountain paths of the Divine Continent, using the alias "Rakshasa," to visit reclusive masters and search for the traces of so-called immortals.

The mountain breeze ruffled the hem of his clothes.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the sea of clouds surge.

"As long as miracles exist, there must be a way to bring the dead back to life."

"If the immortals refuse to grant it..."

Otto raised his head, a very faint smile appearing on his lips.

"Then I will become the one who can create miracles."

"Divine Continent?" Hai Long looked at Chang Gong Wei, "Do you have similar legends over there?"

Chang Gong Wei shook his head.

"There are many legends, but if ordinary people place all their hopes on Nihility miracles, they often end up losing even themselves."

Tian Hen stared at the Light Screen.

He's not looking for an immortal.

"I'm looking for reasons to keep believing," Zi said.

The scene suddenly changed.

On a devastated battlefield, Otto, dressed in black, stands side by side with a blond man.

The man held a huge hammer in his hand, his gaze firm and heavy.

He is Welt.

The two had faced the Honkai side by side, and had entrusted their backs to each other in the most dangerous moments.