I just wanted you to make a movie: You made a Honkai Star Rail movie

A few seconds later, the symbols of harmony that once surrounded him, those shimmering inscriptions, completely faded into oblivion.

Everything returned to normal.

And when Aventurine opened his eyes again, his confident, playful demeanor had returned to him once more.

"Alright, the actors are in place. This grand performance is about to begin."

"And this is for you—I hope it will leave you with an unforgettable memory."

"Kakavasha, let's go once more."

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The numerous preceding storylines, whether it was Aventurine's tragic past or his conversations with his past and future selves, they all made the audience start to feel sorry for him from the bottom of their hearts.

There was no helping it.

It was just too tragic.

Especially when Aventurine first appeared, the audience had serious preconceived impressions.

As a result, every plot twist and every deepening of his character now felt like a boomerang, stabbing back into the audience's hearts.

…

: Seeing Aventurine and his childhood self, damn, I completely broke down.

: What kind of bullshit life is this? It's way too unfair, sob sob sob.

: He's already suffered so much, so why did they still invite him to the tavern and turn him into a plaything?

: His entire tribe was wiped out, and he was the only one who escaped. The only thing keeping him going must have been his sister's words… sob sob, has he always been this obedient?

: Damn, stop, stop! I didn't even notice that detail—damn it, even the comments are cutting like knives now.

: I can't believe he held on for so long with just those words. If it were me, I probably would have given up and ended it all.

: And yet, he's still desperately creating value for the IPC… He seemed so unlikeable at first, but deep down, he's such a kind person.

: Please, MiHoYo, I beg you, don't kill off Aventurine!

: I feel like I was just born again— why did I hate Aventurine back then? My heart hurts so much now, sob sob sob.

: I won't be able to sleep tonight. I just want to go back two weeks and slap myself.

…

The comments were filled with emotional breakdowns.

Just this one scene alone made the audience feel as if they were watching a deeply humanistic film.

Aventurine's thoughts and memories were materialized.

No matter how stubbornly he denied it, his greatest fears, his deepest traumas, and the memories he least wanted to recall were all spoken aloud by the illusion.

This was a process of self-reorganization and self-examination on a psychological level.

And as the screen displayed the twisted light surrounding him, symbolizing harmony, it seemed like the final question of his fate was being asked.

In the end, would these childhood wounds be healed, or would they lead him to self-destruction?

The answer remained uncertain.

At this moment, the same thought that haunted Aventurine surfaced in the audience's minds.

The so-called "blessing of the Gaiathra Triclops"— Why did it feel more like a curse?

Only Aventurine was left with "luck," while everyone else had to bear the weight of fate.

But the more they thought about it, the more painful it became. They didn't dare to guess.

They kept their eyes glued to the screen, just hoping that nothing would happen to Aventurine in this episode.

At that moment— on the screen.

Aventurine had already pushed aside the red curtain in the corridor.

His figure disappeared beyond it.

The camera followed his movement, gracefully panning upward, revealing the entire layout of the Clock Studios Theme Park.

All the loudspeakers activated at that instant, Aventurine's voice echoed through every street and alley of Penacony.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

"The most astonishing, grandest performance in the history of Penacony is about to begin."

"The Interasteral Peace Corporation cordially invites you to witness it live—at Clock Studios Theme Park!"

His voice, slightly exaggerated yet playful, made it almost impossible for the audience to believe that just minutes ago, he had been going through such emotional turmoil.

Not far from Theme Park, the Express crew had regrouped with Welt and Acheron.

They, too, heard Aventurine's announcement.

"No doubt about it, this is an invitation for us," Welt adjusted his glasses.

Not long ago, he had reintroduced Acheron to the Express crew and vouched for her.

The group had exchanged information and reached a consensus.

The one who would break the stalemate in Penacony—was Aventurine, the IPC's executive had been maneuvering strategically, treating everyone as pieces on his chessboard,

And now, he was about to tear open a hole in Penacony.

"But he contacted us so far in advance… I'm worried this might be a trap," Welt said calmly.

"No matter. To unravel the mystery of the Watchmaker, we need the IPC's resources. Even if the road ahead is filled with danger, facing it head-on is what makes us Trailblazers, isn't it?" Himeko chuckled softly and glanced at Acheron.

Acheron gave a small nod.

Who would have thought—

The one the audience initially suspected the most, had turned out to be the Express crew's most reliable ally in episode two.

And Aventurine—was the real game-changer.

The audience watched with both tension and excitement, waiting for the inevitable clash between the Express crew and Aventurine.

They had a feeling—

The next time they met, everything would finally be laid bare.

"Let's go. It's time for a proper meeting."

Led by Himeko and Welt, the group soon arrived at Clock Studios Theme Park.

The massive structure stood exactly as it had when Aventurine first arrived—

Desolate.

Empty.

Not a single person in sight.

"This is so weird…" March 7th shivered and hugged herself. "There's not a single soul here."

"The previous attack by the Hounds probably scared off the tourists, and now even they are nowhere to be found."

Himeko's expression was serious as she warned, "Stay sharp, everyone. The other side is clearly prepared."

Carefully, they stepped onto the red carpet boulevard.

As they moved forward, Aventurine's voice continued to broadcast.

"Ladies and gentlemen, dreamers, tycoons, esteemed guests of the Watchmaker and the noble families."

"…And the world-renowned, Nameless of the Astral Express!"

"Welcome to the grand stage of the Interasteral Peace Corporation!"

The voice from the broadcast was high-pitched and filled with immense passion.

And with such a welcoming ceremony, the Express crew finally stepped into the empty venue.

At this moment, the three giant screens in the film park had all been turned on. The images displayed were three massive dice.

"Be careful."

Himeko and Welt stood on either side, shielding March and Stelle behind them, watching their surroundings warily.

"You all really took your time, huh? Astral Express crew... and these unexpected guests over here."

Aventurine's playful voice echoed through the screens, "First, let me properly introduce tonight's main character."

"A round of applause, please, for Miss Stellaron!"

Aventurine's tone was exactly like that of a sports commentator, making people's hearts race involuntarily.

It truly felt like standing under countless spotlights.

Stelle paused for a moment before putting her hands on her hips and squinting as she loudly declared, "Mom! I'm on TV!"

"...Uh." March 7th immediately squinted in disbelief, staring at Stelle speechlessly.

...

: Damn, Stelle, why are you always so carefree?

: When Kafka created you, did she forget to connect a few neurons?

: I'm both nervous and about to laugh, damn.

: As expected of Stelle, truly consistent in personality.

...

This sudden contrast left the audience both amused and exasperated.

But it didn't affect the tense atmosphere on the screens.

Welt frowned and interrupted Aventurine's introduction, "Allow me to remind you, this stage and Stelle's identity should have nothing to do with capturing the real culprit."

"No, it does. Of course, it does. Otherwise, how would I gain your trust?"

"Why else would I invite you all here?"

"Because she is the only witness to all three murders—the best person to prove that death shrouds the dreamscape."

Aventurine's voice grew more intense.

"Three murders?" Himeko looked confused.

"Yes. The third murder is about to happen."

"Right here, in Clock Studios Theme Park."

"You, you, you, and you—everyone will die, and it's all because of you, Miss Stellaron."

"You will become death itself here."

At that moment, countless spotlights focused on Stelle, making her the center of attention.

And in the eyes of the audience, Aventurine's plan had become crystal clear.

He intended to detonate the Stellaron here, creating the grandest spectacle of death.

The completely tense audience did not notice the trap hidden in Aventurine's words.

Just then— Acheron narrowed her eyes and said calmly, "Bluffing won't work on us. If you could really do it, you would have had plenty of chances before now."

"Hahaha, are you betting against me?"

Hearing this, Aventurine burst into laughter, "Alright then, I'll take your bet. I bet that I will win completely."

"I came from Sigonia. For sixty red copper (Tanba) coins, people carved marks into my skin, shackled me, sent me to the gallows, and buried me in the desert sands..."

"But the sun couldn't kill me. The shifting sands instead delivered me into the arms of the IPC. Remember this—I have never lost!"

"My friends, the game has already begun."

"You cannot refuse."

"There are no excuses, and no room for negotiation."

As soon as Aventurine's words fell, the entire theme park went dark.

The sound of lights shutting off echoed continuously—

Like the beat of a drum, blending into the tense rhythm of the background music.

And in this darkness— Stelle's blazing spear and March 7th's ice bow appeared in their hands, their shields raised in vigilant defense.

"The dice have been cast. Are you all ready to reveal your hands?"

The background of the giant screen completely changed to display Aventurine himself.

On the screen, he looked like a superstar, elegantly adjusting his hat as he gazed down at everyone.

"The Architects' flawed stone... Of no value at all."

Aventurine threw three dice on the screen.

And outside the screen, from some unknown direction, the dice actually rolled to Stelle's feet.

"I'm putting down the bet."

"I'm taking the gamble."

"I'm claiming the victory."

With each of Aventurine's words, a die stopped in front of them.

And each face showed a spade.

The background of the giant screen also changed unknowingly to display three spade dice.

This was extreme luck!

Before the Express crew could react, a blinding light slowly descended from the sky.

It was Aventurine.

He had completely changed—wearing more luxurious attire, an asymmetrical mask on his face, and exuding a faint golden glow.

In his hand floated a lightly cracked pale blue-green stone.

"I'll let fate spin the wheel, a daring gamble. Walking the brink of death ... for

rebirth."

Aventurine's voice echoed.

Under everyone's gaze, he suddenly clenched his keystone tightly, then spread his arms wide, speaking in a grand and imposing tone:

"All for the Amber Lord!"

In an instant—

A radiant light, like a miniature sun, illuminated the entire theme park.