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

Moreover, this standard villainous declaration, which he already knew the answer to, made him want to draw his sword and kill someone.

It's quite rare for Su Qing'an to have such thoughts. The boy used to be a very calm person, but when it came to Fu Hua, even though he knew she would be fine, he couldn't suppress the surging tide of emotions.

Just when the situation was tense and about to erupt into conflict.

Leonid's fingertips tapped the table, the sound particularly clear in the silent atmosphere, successfully drawing Walter's attention. He said:

“You’re running an auction; you’re after money.”

"Ten million US dollars, I'll buy the potion you're offering, how about it?"

“Mr. Walter.”

Walter glanced indifferently at the expressionless boy and sneered:

“Unlike some people, sir, you are very sensible.”

"But you should understand the reason why we're giving away reagents at the auction: it's to make people believe in the authenticity of our medicines. Only then will our transaction be reasonable and fair, right?"

"So if you want to buy this reagent, please drink it right here."

After uttering the word "fairness," Walter went on to say something completely unequal.

Leonid glanced at the ground that had been sunk an inch into the ground and the tables and chairs that had turned to dust. He admired the butler's care for the young lady, but at the same time found it hard to trust what the man in front of him was saying.

He said softly:

“Of course, I understand what you mean, Mr. Walter.”

“But my illness is different from normal illnesses, and this reagent in your hand is unlikely to cure me.”

Before the other party could refute, Leonid pulled open his sleeve, revealing his arm, on which purple patterns spread and grew like a spider web, as if they were alive.

Walter frowned in annoyance, and after a moment of silence, he said:

"Tch. So he's just an unlucky guy."

If a human already infected by Honkai takes this reagent, there is a high probability that they will be directly eroded by Honkai and turned into dust. If such an effect is observed, then the current actions will be meaningless. Therefore, there is no reason for me to give this person the reagent.

The situation would then return to square one. The incomplete personality rejected such a complicated state of affairs. The man had no intention of continuing to maintain this boring situation. The purest form of violence was what he was good at doing.

Cocolia's entrusting such a calculating task to Welt's incomplete clone was perhaps a trial run.

That woman probably wanted to see just how much of a mess this person could make of a simple task.

She didn't care about the benefits the task itself could bring.

Even though Cocolia is a radical member of anti-entropy and is short of funds, such a foolish and inefficient way of making money would not be something she would do intentionally.

Walter's gaze at Su Qing'an was deathly still, as if he were looking at a corpse. He said:

"What an annoying bug."

He raised his hand, and just as that mysterious power was about to be unleashed, and the boy entered the still water realm and secretly let the folding knife slide into his hand, Leonid fearlessly walked step by step to the wheelchair. Under Su Qing'an's speechless gaze, his burly yet thin body blocked the other party's malicious gaze.

His azure eyes, veiled with a layer of gray mist, stared at Walter's face, and he spoke, word by word:

"I'm here for the other products you sell."

"But now it seems that Mr. Walter, you have no intention of doing business normally."

"I've heard of forced sales, but I've never heard of a customer being forced to try drugs."

“Mr. Walter, you are very unruly.”

"And I happen to hate anything that is irregular, whether it is an unreasonable calamity, an upheaval, or something that stems from human greed."

Walter looked displeased at the man blocking his view and said:

“I retract my statement, sir.”

"You're not very tactful either."

This man, honed and ravaged by countless hardships, tragedies, and despair, spoke of what he loathed. He straightened his spine, looked at the thugs possessing unknown and mysterious power before him, ignored the blatant threat in their words, and uttered the declaration of war:

“I came here with everything I could carry in my life. Now that I have nothing left, I am naturally fearless. The fear you expect will not appear in my eyes, Mr. Walter.”

So put away that disgusting look of yours, which is as filthy as mud.

"Perhaps after spending the first ten years of my life in a dull way, I came here aimlessly, all because of some inexplicable fate. I clearly hate this so-called fate, but for some reason, I don't reject it at this moment."

"Perhaps God wants me to redeem myself in another way."

"In a way to save this girl."

The man fired his gun while muttering to himself. His other arm, exposed beneath his coat, had a metallic sheen. His original left arm had been amputated and replaced with a mechanical prosthesis long before it was corroded into ashes.

As the bullet spun out of the mechanical prosthetic limb, the smell of gunpowder filled the banquet hall.

Walter ran a hand through his deep blue hair as he casually watched dozens of bullets carrying immense kinetic energy, their attacks blocked by an invisible force field.

He glanced at Leonid with disdain and said sarcastically:

"I possess the great ability to control gravity. With that ability, who are you looking down on?"

Leonid burst into a sudden, delighted laugh, ignoring the strange bullet that had been rendered immobile by supernatural forces and suspended in mid-air, and ignoring the man's disdain and contempt, as he walked step by step toward Walter.

He spoke as if reciting a prologue poem:

"In order to live up to the name of Leonid Mikhelson, I will shine here like fireworks."

Leonid had always been thinking about making his death grander and more spectacular.

Because he doesn't know who to take revenge on, on the ethereal and vast Honkai, as deep as the ocean?

Is it the Valkyrie who protected most of the people?

Is it destined to drop missiles on Siberia?

The more he knows, the clearer his understanding becomes, the more bewildered he becomes. Collapse is something he cannot fight against; he is acutely aware of his own insignificance and powerlessness.

That Valkyrie couldn't save her own family, leaving him to survive alone and endure a lot of suffering.

However, this is a simplistic and outrageous argument. From the perspective of the outcome alone, the Valkyrie paid the price of her life to save the people, and we should be grateful to and respect such a hero.

The mission of abandoning the missiles was to prevent the calamity from spreading. If that monster had left Siberia, the whole world might have faced a terrible catastrophe.

From a human perspective, Destiny, who has always protected the world, is once again acting in the best interests of the world.

Leonid understood all the logic perfectly, but as the one being sacrificed, even if he fully understood, he couldn't help but have grievances.

He would naturally feel angry and disgusted by this, but what could he do?

Could he possibly harbor hatred towards the Valkyries who sacrificed their future for humanity? Could he possibly vent his anger on the higher-ups who held destiny and coordinated the fight against the Honkai?

He couldn't do it, and he also felt that it shouldn't be done.

Leonid was a good man, but not a saint.

This is why he couldn't escape the nightmare even after more than a decade. He couldn't simply shake off either side of the ideology. The root of this pain couldn't be eradicated, so only death was the best destination.

During his travels around the world, he saw some distorted ecosystems of Honkai Beasts, which he considered perfect burial objects.

But Leonid's meager strength and the weapons he could acquire through his connections were insufficient to accomplish this, which is why he was so eager for power and came here.

Now, Leonid may have found a more suitable way to die.

Sometimes, the size of the flames produced may not be that important.

What truly matters is the reason you're burning for it.

122. The inevitable outcome.

"Take your young lady and go."

While blocking Walter's view, the man uttered these words softly.

This is strange.

Rather, it's just too strange.

Su Qing'an couldn't understand why this person could make such a choice after knowing her for only a short time.

This middle-aged man, who had previously seemed lifeless and aged, now burned with intense passion. He walked forward laughing, and his fearless demeanor and courage, even knowing the outcome, were something Su Qing'an could hardly comprehend.

The girl held Su Qing'an's head and whispered in his ear:

"Isn't this great? We've been waiting for someone to test the waters."

Her face held an obvious smile, but Su Qing'an couldn't see it. He assumed it was Fu Hua's serious question, so the young man began to confront his own feelings and gave an equally serious answer:

"Huh, that's not a bad person."

“I know nothing about his past, but someone who would fight for a stranger at any cost can’t be a bad person.”

"I cannot allow myself to betray the kindness of others for the sake of some advantage I might gain."

The concentration of Honkai energy on Leonid's body was so high that even Su Qing'an could clearly perceive it. Coupled with the Honkai patterns he had previously revealed, everyone understood that every step the man took was a journey with no end in sight.

These are such naive, innocent, yet unwavering words. Countless people in the immortal's memory must have uttered such words, but perhaps only the eyes of the one before him truly held such conviction…

She likes it the most.

Fu Hua said helplessly:

"Su Qing'an, you acted impulsively this time."

"We can't let this happen again for the next mission."

Su Qing'an understood the answer the other party had given him. He stood up, and the folding knife quietly slid into his palm.

"Impulsive?" the boy murmured to himself, finally answering:

"Hua, as long as it doesn't touch on my bottom line, I'm always very calm."

Bottom line?

Before she could understand the hidden weight in the boy's words, Su Qing'an had already disappeared beside her. She took off her high heels and stepped barefoot onto the soft red carpet, her nails a perfect match of their delicate pink and rounded shape.

A gentle breeze swept by, and her soft skin felt a slight coolness. She understood what the other person meant.

The girl looked at his retreating figure with complicated emotions, speechless.

If you have expectations, then you'll only end up feeling disappointed, right?

When the fighting broke out, many people also chose to take advantage of the chaos.