World Modulation Mode in Honkai

The hot and gentle breath brushed against the earlobe, causing a tingling sensation. Ye Feng's words turned Aponia into a statue, as if she were a goddess carved from stone.

A flash of panic crossed her eyes, followed by a sorrowful and even resentful gaze.

Realizing that Ye Feng was about to speak again, Aponia frantically clutched him tightly, one hand pressed against his back and the other against the back of his head, securing him firmly in her waves.

As long as she didn't meet his gaze and he didn't speak again, the reality of "waking up" wouldn't exist.

"Xiao Feng, why, why..."

Aponia's voice trembled.

As long as this truth wasn't exposed, she could keep deceiving herself. As long as she didn't "wake up," she would remain in a hypnotic state. Why did even the chance to remain "confused" have to be ruthlessly stripped away...

If she "wakes up," she must face reality.

"Because I don't want Aponia to deceive herself. Hypnosis is ultimately superficial; to truly understand this, one must practice it oneself."

Ye Feng lifted his head, looking directly into the nun's eyes.

Aponia's eyes always held sadness, a sorrow that saw through fate yet could not change it. Only when she looked at Ye Feng did her eyes light up with joy and satisfaction.

But at this moment, as they locked gazes, Aponia instinctively wanted to turn her head away.

How could a nun, who had self-imposed such harsh restrictions on herself, face him?

But Ye Feng gently cupped her face with his hands.

"I want to understand Aponia more deeply. Is that okay?"

Aponia's previously compassionate demeanor had faded away, and her expression now resembled that of a parent who had caught their child watching adult films—embarrassed.

The nun's body trembled even more.

Why did Xiao Feng's words of wanting to "understand more deeply" sound so ambiguous?

Aponia stared at him blankly, wondering if she was overthinking it.

"Xiao Feng, let me go first... huh?"

However, Ye Feng pressed his finger against Aponia's soft cherry lips.

"Aponia understands well. But at this point, even if you say no, I won't stop. I no longer want to endure this, Aponia."

"Xiao Feng..."

Aponia's eyes glistened with unshed tears, staring at Ye Feng, neither rejecting nor confirming his intentions.

But the purity and calm that radiated from her made Ye Feng feel a bit displeased.

Those vacant eyes seemed to say, "It's already like this; just let it be. It no longer matters."

That wasn't the attitude Ye Feng desired.

What he wanted was a nun who was more "active," more "uplifted."

"Let's continue our last match."

"...."

Aponia turned her head, remaining silent.

Ye Feng continued, "The time is seven days. I will make you say 'want'."

Ye Feng was the kind of man who would feel it immediately after taking off his clothes, and now his coat had already slipped off, haphazardly piled on the church pew's floor.

The endurance competition began.

Ye Feng initially applied "perception reduction" on Aponia.

Aponia remained still, gazing blankly at Ye Feng as he galloped about.

Under the influence of "Regulation Six: Do Not Fall," Aponia kept her mind clear.

Her expression remained indifferent, eyes lowered, as if she were the Virgin Mary, pitying the world.

Even when her body was sweating profusely, she remained unmoved, not making a single sound.

No one understood the power of "Regulation" better than Aponia herself.

Neither her mind nor her body could defy it.

Even if the one bound by the oath was herself.

Aponia didn't understand why Ye Feng wanted to engage in this competition.

Much like her current confusion about herself.

But since there was a competition, there must be a goal.

Indeed, no matter what, during Aponia's most bewildered moment, Ye Feng provided her with a target—"Do Not Fall."

No matter what, she could not utter that phrase.

This time, the strongest spiritual fusion warrior of the Pre-Civilization Era was serious.

Though Aponia had not responded to Ye Feng earlier, her fully committed stance already expressed her attitude.

However, time was seven days; how would Xiao Feng attack?

....

Aponia never would have expected to spend a full seven days in the church.

Wearing "a black bodysuit" + "a backless high-slit cheongsam" + "high heels," Aponia weakly glanced at the wall clock.

"There are still three hours left."

Ye Feng said.

"Aponia is really impressive; she hasn't said a single word to me during this time."

"...."

"Now, the real competition is about to begin."

"?"

"Hehe, you don't think that feeling weak is due to the 'Regulation,' do you?"

"——!"

Aponia's pupils slightly contracted.

Xiao Feng knows I've applied the "Regulation" on myself?

But why does he say it's ineffective?

If it had no effect, then why was my body reacting so weakly?

"Of course, it's because—"

Ye Feng visualized Aponia's "attribute panel" and then lifted the "perception reduction" right in front of her.

Instantly, a surge of vitality flooded back.

Unprepared, Aponia was caught off guard, and her body started thrashing wildly.

Isn't this the effect of the "Regulation"?

The "Regulation" was actually ineffective!

In her confusion, Aponia glanced at "Bliss Accumulation."

"All the perception I weakened this past week has been stored up, so now I'll return it all to you."

Ye Feng smiled gently, but locked Aponia's pink progress bar heart-shaped lock.

A week's accumulation erupted in an instant, and Aponia felt like she was going insane.

But she wouldn't go mad, because under the influence of "Regulation Six: Do Not Fall," her thoughts became remarkably clear.

However, her body was in a state of chaos.

Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes.

"Crying won't help, you know; crying also counts towards the accumulated time."

"...."

Of course, it wasn't crying; it was just that Aponia's consciousness had become difficult to control over her body, and instinctual reactions were gradually overpowering her consciousness.

"Aponia wants it too, doesn't she?"

"...No, I don't..."

Aponia gritted her teeth.

"Really? Then I'll keep it locked."

Aponia stared at the wall clock, two hours and fifty-six minutes left...

She just had to hold on for these two hours.

Although Aponia didn't know why she insisted on this, she knew that once she gave up, she would truly descend.

She watched the wall clock turn round and round; she had never thought that the less than three hours would feel so long.

But Aponia still held on.

She was, after all, the strongest spiritual fusion warrior of the Pre-Civilization Era.

How could she possibly yield? How could she possibly descend!

Aponia revealed a relieved smile.

Just then, a nightmare-like voice echoed.

"Hey, I forgot to tell you. When I said 'three hours left,' I meant after these three hours pass. There will be only four days left until the seven days. Good luck!"

What! There are still four days left!?

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