Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

Fu Hua frowned and answered the communicator.

She seemed to have immediately confirmed the visitor's identity, and said:

"What's the matter?"

The man on the other end of the call said:

"Good evening, my old friend. How have you been lately? I heard from Rita that the sea breeze in St. Freya is very pleasant and unforgettable."

She didn't bother with pleasantries and asked directly:

"What's up?"

Faced with the immortal's indifferent reaction, the man's voice carried a hint of helplessness, making one almost imagine him sitting in the chair, helplessly spreading his hands.

"Of course, my friend, I have a very simple task for you, which will be a short trip for you."

Otto smiled and said with great interest:

"However, this mission partner is different from the past, but I believe, my friends, you will definitely work together very well."

113. Level B Su Qing'an, handing over the mission.

Singapore Changi Airport, 10:50 a.m.

Su Qing'an glanced at the huge crowd nearby. He walked alone through the noisy sea of ​​people, carrying his instrument case, his footsteps slipping silently into the subconscious of passersby like a ghost.

To outsiders, this boy did not exist in this world. He was like invisible and colorless air, drifting among the crowds, observing everything with a calm gaze.

[The A-rank Valkyrie Wraith who will be assisting you is randomly moving between Terminal 2 and Terminal 2. Please find her before 11:30 AM to complete the assistance mission. The official mission will begin that afternoon.]

Time is of the essence, and I eagerly await your decision, Mr. Su Qing'an.

After being forcibly assigned a mission in the early morning, everything from the armed helicopter with its doors automatically opening on the St. Freya Academy helipad to the extra plane tickets and addresses on my phone all reflected the will of the person who issued the mission.

The other party was deliberately testing my capabilities, for example, by providing an armed helicopter without autopilot or a pilot, and by not issuing me a professional passport or a new identity.

After Su Qing'an spent another five minutes reinforcing his helicopter piloting lessons from class, he calmly piloted the helicopter alone high in the sky, his gaze occasionally drifting to the shimmering sea.

Then, before the departure time indicated on the ticket, the boy walked naturally to the destination using various martial arts techniques and a novel application of "momentum," only to find that the information on his phone differed from the actual flight time by ten minutes.

But it's okay, he's always been on his way, arriving twenty minutes early.

Now, after disembarking, he faces the next test that is about to begin.

That is, to find an A-rank Valkyrie who is deliberately hiding her identity in the crowded airport.

A boring yet highly effective way to test the waters.

This was Su Qing'an's silent judgment. He could even guess that this so-called A-level Valkyrie might be a master of disguise. This test was less of a challenge and more of a test to see his limits.

If the other party genuinely wants you to participate in this mission, then failure will not affect the mission's progress.

At exactly 11 o'clock, the A-rank Valkyrie will arrive as promised to meet him.

In other words, this is not a one-way game of hide-and-seek.

The other party must also find them within this timeframe. Rita's stealth skills cannot fool the machine, and even if she makes subtle changes to these skills, finding herself should not be difficult in theory.

But the premise is that this is all he knows.

However, since the possibility of using [Momentum] for single-target attacks was discovered, Su Qing'an has developed a more refined way of operating this ability, which is why he can easily bypass all checks and board the plane.

Simply put, he possesses a certain ability to briefly interfere with electronic devices using his "potential".

This requires grasping a subtle wavelength, and this ability has been habitually integrated into [Circle], becoming a passive, permanent skill.

From the moment he stepped off the plane, Su Qing'an was a ghost to both humans and machines in this world. He even had the leisure to practice his skill of slipping into the subconscious of others under the gaze of countless people.

He always felt that this ability still had room for development, and that in time it might evolve into a skill that could be used against both humans and Honkai.

In short, it's impossible for the other party to leisurely wait for the time to come and easily hand over the task.

The current rules of the game are fair.

Want to see my limits?

Let them find me first.

Being treated like a tool and assigned tasks outside of the prescribed scope, along with numerous difficulties along the way, Su Qing'an also felt unpleasant. If it weren't for not wanting to cause trouble for Theresa, the right thing to do would have been to find out about these inexplicable tasks from Theresa before deciding whether to carry them out.

However, not long after Rita Rossweisse, an S-rank Valkyrie, left St. Freya Academy, this mission was assigned, the meaning of which is quite intriguing.

Given this twisted approach, it's easy to guess who orchestrated this mission.

Otto Apocalypse.

If it was a task assigned by this man who held the power of destiny, then she would have no choice but to accept it. But no matter what the other party thought, Su Qing'an didn't care. Right now, she was just a remnant with only a few embers left, and there was not much value in her that could be used.

Even the most dubious version of the Taixu Sword Qi was carefully verified by him after he asked Fu Hua for the original.

The answers were exactly the same.

The actions of the gods are so subtle that one cannot detect any consequences, and this is true for practitioners themselves, and even more so for outsiders.

Then this mission is just to satisfy the other party's curiosity; just continue at your original pace.

The young man brushed past figures in the bustling crowd, his sword heart, free from all illusions, and his domineering intuition revealing the true threat level of the passersby.

If the opponent has the level of an A-rank Valkyrie, even if Singapore, being a neutral zone, cannot carry Valkyrie armor with them, it still has the ability to make them feel threatened.

However, this method was too inefficient, and with such a large flow of people, Su Qing'an abandoned it after only one minute.

He needs a method that can quickly locate and filter out abnormal individuals within a broad range.

So perhaps the only option is to do something a little reckless.

Su Qing'an doesn't actually know many things, but he has the ability to quickly innovate and improve upon what he knows.

For example, he temporarily reduced the power of [momentum] right now.

With his current abilities, unleashing the full power of his [Aura] would likely paralyze the crowd around him instantly, rendering them unable to move.

However, by lowering the sensitivity to a level that only well-trained humans who haven't lost their senses can instinctively perceive, one can control their field of vision under certain circumstances.

In game terms, it's like having access to a map, instantly filtering out useless white-level monsters, and quickly finding red-named monsters.

[Momentum].

After being deliberately tuned to the lowest frequency, the [potential] spreads like a sound wave over an extremely wide range.

Invisible ripples spread outwards from the boy, but he wasn't worried about alerting him. Normal human senses couldn't detect such subtle changes in the body. Even if the other party was an A-rank Valkyrie, without a level of martial arts beyond the level of "Mind's Eye," there was absolutely no way she could see through it.

Even if he were to alert the enemy, he wouldn't care.

Games have rules, and the playing field is the boundary of those rules.

By gradually narrowing the scope, and given the information gap, the other party will gradually lose the right to play hide-and-seek with him.

11:23 AM.

Inside a Burger King restaurant.

The indifferent-looking boy placed the instrument case aside and sat down opposite someone.

It was a girl wearing headphones and listening to music. Her plate still had half a bag of fries and an opened packet of ketchup.

The girl was wearing trendy wireless headphones, and her blonde hair shone brightly in the sunlight, further highlighting her beautiful face and exquisite makeup. Her school uniform jacket was casually draped around her waist, and the school badge on her chest proved that she was a high school student.

When the other party naturally revealed a wary yet strange expression, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, Su Qing'an snapped his fingers.

The high school girl who blended perfectly into her environment was the target he finally found.

"Snapped."

The purpose of snapping one's fingers is not to show off, but to divert attention and make it easier for the "power" to invade.

As the girl's gaze slightly shifted toward Su Qing'an's hand, an invisible wave, sharp as a blade, forcefully slashed into her consciousness.

The power of [momentum] shattered the disguise.

The sense of danger, as if she were in a jungle facing countless ferocious beasts, did not make the girl's expression stiffen for a moment, but the instinct ingrained in her bones subconsciously exuded a murderous intent.

The subtle, natural muscle movements that adapt to an offensive posture are also evidence of the opponent's deception.

The girl relaxed her unconsciously tense body and let out a few slightly surprised sighs.

The game is over.

Immediately, a detached voice reached her ears.

"Rank B Su Qing'an, here to hand over the mission."

“It’s 11:23 now. I’m not late, Miss Wraith.”

Looking at the expressionless young man before him, Wraith tasted for the second time in his life the bitterness of his codename being unworthy of him.

Wraith means ghost or spirit.

But what exactly does it mean that this boy can drag ghosts into the real world?

She will wait and see.

114. Rank A Fu Hua, hand over the mission.

A bar on a street corner.

This is a small outpost of Destiny. Such outposts are almost everywhere in the world, serving as either spies or mobs, or simply as locations for handover and relocation.

One of the responsibilities of the CIA is to maintain these outposts at all times and to confirm whether they are available for use.

Half an hour earlier, Wraith had led him through a long, winding drive through the old neighborhood before finally arriving at this extremely secluded bar.

Su Qing'an sat on a chair at the bar, with the doorway behind him.

He looked at the paper in his hand, lost in thought.

This was taken from what appeared to be a phonograph. The head of the CIA was a man of old ways, so most of the messages they sent were generated through various means, from ink dots onto paper, and then delivered to the people who needed them, rather than through the internet.

It's clumsy, but from an ancient perspective, it's an extremely sophisticated and advanced technique.

Wraith, dressed in a fitted waitress's uniform, smiled as she wiped the glass in her hands, her gaze inadvertently drifting to Su Qing'an.

As an A-class Valkyrie belonging to the CIA, she has the ability to naturally change her appearance and figure while walking.