My Game Studio is Full of Valkyries?!

As Hokuto finished his pun-laced line, he stepped back, leaving the stage to the others.

Illusory fireworks bloomed in the background.

Cheerful music played, signaling to the audience that the Honkai Impact 3rd online concert had truly reached its curtain call.

Kiana and the others stepped forward to bid farewell amid this atmosphere.

"Alright~ Time's just about up. We wonder… has our story lingered in your hearts? Whether in joy or sorrow, did it bloom beside you along the way?"

"Thank you all, for walking with us this far. And from here on, we'll continue together."

(laughter)

"Well then, this is where we say goodnight."

(waves)

[That was incredible—thank you all, great work.]

[That said, if there's another concert, I really hope I can attend in person. I promise I won't bring any lethal weapons.]

[+1 to not bringing any lethal weapons]

[Why does it feel totally normal that you're making that promise? Maybe that's just Honkai Impact 3rd. (lol)]

[Thanks to all Captains. We've witnessed this story together! For all that is beautiful in the world—fight on!]

...

After the barrage of commentary faded, the final wave of bullet chats merged into a single phrase:

"For all that is beautiful in the world—fight on!"

Thus concluded the Honkai Impact 3rd online concert.

It was time to disperse.

But...

When you gather this many one-of-a-kind people in one place—

Expecting an orderly wrap-up might be a bit too optimistic.

Take, for example, the Doctor Squad nearby.

Dr. Mobius casually brought something up:

"Last night, I got a little uneasy... I happened to pass by and saw someone placed a strange red mechanical device in the venue. Probably Vill-V's doing. She loves making these extra little contraptions."

"Of course, no need to worry. I've already dealt with it."

As for how she "happened to pass by" the venue?

That's the kind of question that could get you disappeared if you probed too deeply.

Dr. Tesla's expression shifted.

"Tesla-2333—you mean the red machine? What did you do to it?"

"Took it apart. Safest disposal method."

Tesla: "..."

"I've got a photo of the result."

Klein pulled out her phone.

Einstein peeked in curiously, then gave an approving nod.

"Not bad. There's a kind of deconstructed aesthetic—chaotic yet harmonious."

"Bird's nest head!!"

Tesla stomped. "That was my latest invention, the Tesla-2333! A professional cheer machine! And now someone's reduced it to scrap!"

"No wonder I couldn't find it earlier... it was you..."

Einstein, with her usual monotone, tried to 'console' her:

"Don't worry. The parts are still with Dr. Mobius. You can probably ask for them back and reassemble it."

"My apologies," Mobius cut in.

"I don't keep trash in my lab."

"You're calling my Tesla-2333 trash?!"

"Factually speaking, regardless of what it was—it's now scrap metal."

"And whose fault do you think that is?!"

The lobster doctor's twin red ponytails practically curled up in rage.

"Obviously it's..."

The irritable Tesla and the passive-aggressive Mobius were already on the verge of combusting.

Meanwhile, Vill-V seemed dissatisfied with her minimal screen time today.

"A rare opportunity. Allow me to perform an impromptu magic show for everyone."

Vill-V opened her arms wide.

"Vill-V's magic show? I'm so excited~~"

Elysia clapped enthusiastically, playing the perfect hypewoman.

Hearing applause, Vill-V straightened her back with pride.

She thought for a moment—then decided to go big.

With a snap of her fingers, some unseen mechanism activated.

A metal box slowly rose from the center of the stage.

As for the venue not being designed by the conductor?

If it were that simple, Vill-V wouldn't constantly tinker up bizarre gadgets with "extra features."

Things like this just happened with them.

[Expert: Met all design expectations perfectly. Wrapping up.]

Moments later—

[Grand Magician: Is this my new creation? That appearance is way too bland! As a groundbreaking invention, it obviously needs a bold design to match.]

And then—

[Vill-V: This contraption—with its cold shell and messy inner springs—does it symbolize a fallen era? Perhaps I should engrave solemn truths upon it.]

A bit later—

[Vill-V: Let's add a cannon to fire salutes into the sky. That'll definitely wow everyone.]

Multiple personalities. Infinite amusement.

That's just how it was.

Returning to the scene—

Vill-V summoned a metal box and turned to the applauding audience.

"Before we begin the magic, I'll need an assistant."

The once-excited crowd suddenly paled in unison.

"Don't worry, this time the magic is completely safe. Look—"

Vill-V opened the metal box, stuck in her hat, and pulled it back out.

Only the back half remained.

The front had vanished.

"What a smooth cut. Truly worthy of the special magic prop I prepared."

Vill-V was not only unfazed, but rather pleased.

Everyone else instinctively stepped back a pace.

Except Kosma, who didn't react fast enough and was left standing in place.

"Again, Kosma? As expected of my best assistant."

Kosma: "..."

Vill-V's magic show?

No matter how you looked at it—it felt dangerous.

No one wanted to be involved.

Kosma should've backed away sooner...

"Come now, let's begin. We shouldn't keep the audience waiting."

Kosma: "..."

Refuse Vill-V directly?

But everyone was looking forward to it.

Today was such a lively occasion...

Still—he really didn't want to get involved.

While Kosma was lost in thought, Vill-V had already started pushing him forward.

That jolted him back to awareness.

Kosma quickly retreated, but Vill-V looped around to his back...

Kosma: "..."

Thankfully, Kosma's unofficial translator—Pardofelis—timidly spoke up:

"Vill-V sis, Ah-Mo probably means he doesn't want to take part in this obviously dangerous magic show."

Vill-V paused at Pardofelis' words.

Kosma gave her a look full of gratitude.

Just then—

Griseo, who had gone backstage to fetch paper and pencil to draw something for everyone, had a sudden sparkle in her eyes.

She quickly sketched something on the blank sheet.

A princess, a knight, and a dragon.

Respectively:

Kosma, Pardofelis, and Vill-V.

Something felt... off.

But also... oddly fitting.