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

The young girl pushed open the old door and quietly introduced many pieces of furniture to Su Qing'an as if they were her own treasures. During this time, she made no attempt to hide the fact that she could no longer remember many, many things.

She couldn't remember who she had sat in this chair with, who she had chatted with in the study, how many people had used the martial arts puppets in the yard, or what function some of the strange instruments in the room had...

She said she remembered that the calligraphy and paintings in the study and main hall were all written by herself, and some of the furniture was made with the help of friends.

Those very old pieces of furniture that have never been replaced were probably all handmade by me and my friends.

It's clearly full of traces of the passing years, yet there's not a single group photo left.

Finally, she took a statue out of the cabinet.

Su Qing'an looked at the items in her hands and asked:

"what is this?"

Fu Hua gently stroked the statue.

It was a small object carved entirely from wood, and the sculptor's skill was evident in the lifelike depiction of a young girl.

The wooden carving's face retains a resemblance to an immortal, but its smile and demeanor are imbued with a compassion and maternal instinct that Fu Hua herself lacks.

This is a wood carving that exudes a friendly and approachable charm.

It is clear that the sculptor seemed to be trying his best to express a feeling of kindness and care.

It looked like it was carved by Danzhu, but Su Qing'an understood that the wood carving Danzhu made must have been carved thousands of years ago.

The girl said softly:

"This is a red kite."

“I remember… this was made for me by a friend, the original wood carving… which I later used to worship her.”

“Every year around that time, I would make a new one based on the original wood carving to use for worship.”

A slight smile appeared on Fu Hua's lips as she said:

"She must really like it, Chi Yuan, which is me... to be remembered in this way, right? She seemed to say that it would make her more popular this way."

She smiled, but it was a different smile from the one in that memory.

Fu Hua's smile was no longer for the joy and warmth she felt in the present moment, but for the lingering ashes of the past. The upward curve that she could make because of this was ultimately less warm.

Seeing this, Su Qing'an couldn't help but say:

"That is Danzhu."

Fu Hua was taken aback, and she murmured the name:

"Danzhu...is it Danzhu?"

"Danzhu, and Cangxuan..."

The girl quickly regained her composure. After staring blankly at her surroundings for a moment, she said to Su Qing'an:

"enough."

"I've already gone home. Come with me to pay my respects later."

The boy didn't say anything more, but simply said softly:

"it is good."

147. Otto's decision.

Headquarters of Destiny.

"Your Excellency, the Honkai energy sensing radar you placed near the Shenzhou Sea has detected strange fluctuations."

"This is a report on these matters."

The speaker was a Valkyrie with pure white hair. She handed the detailed report to the blond man, bowed slightly, and stood still.

Otto's gaze lingered on the various data points in the report; he paid no attention to the people around him, focusing solely on the documents before him.

Amber was the person he trusted most in the world, which is why Otto didn't specifically send her out.

After taking a quick look around, the man closed his eyes and leaned back in the soft sofa. His usually unreadable features were now tinged with a strange emotion.

Is it a ruin that suddenly emanates Honkai energy fluctuations in the sea of ​​Shenzhou?

Otto Apocalypse glanced at the wine glass on the mahogany table. The brilliant red liquid was as still as a stagnant pool, and the glass and the semi-transparent wine reflected the man's indistinct face.

It was like a distorted and bewildering illusion, making it impossible to see the truth contained within.

After a long while, Otto seemed to snap out of his daze at the sudden news. He stared at the documents on the table and murmured softly to himself:

"In China..."

Just as the man was about to wait and see how things would unfold between the two, this ancient ruin appeared as if by chance.

At this moment, both Su Qing'an and Fu Hua are in Shenzhou, and the result of many coincidences is almost the same.

This can basically be described as a fixed trajectory, which we usually call fate in mythology.

The most crucial reason is that, based on extensive research by experts in the history of the ruins, it is highly likely that genuine natural stigmata exist within this site.

If we have data on the new natural holy marks, Schicksal might be able to find the secrets within them and discover entirely new technologies.

Whether it's the degree of control over Honkai energy, its adaptability, or even the most crucial resistance, the original functions of these artificial stigmata have the potential to bring about a completely new revolution.

By then, the new generation of artificial Stigmata will be safer and more harmless, and the Valkyries of the future may not be like a war machine that is used and then discarded.

Even the Valkyries who have undergone artificial stigmata transplants and are now in critical condition may have their lifespans extended by optimizing the artificial stigmata within their bodies.

These are all idealized scenarios; the actual situation is naturally far more complex.

The technical difficulties are countless, even with just one more frame of reference. It's important to understand that their current technology and artificial holy marks are essentially built upon the remains of previous civilizations. It is by relying on these legacies that they have been able to develop core technologies so quickly.

The so-called Holy Marks are not something that can be done casually or simply. Even for the pre-civilization that first developed Holy Marks, achieving the aforementioned perfect conditions was not an easy task.

The kind of technology that is used for popularization often requires overcoming more and greater difficulties, and it is undoubtedly a pipe dream to achieve breakthrough progress in a short period of time.

But this is hope.

No one would choose to give up a glimmer of light in the darkness, just as when you are walking alone in an ancient forest where there will never be sunlight, you are trekking through eternal darkness, not knowing where the way out is.

So at this time, if given the chance, you would never choose to give up that glimmer of light.

Su Qing'an is a case in point.

Even if he had no other desires, he would definitely go for Himeko Murata.

Otto calmed down completely in no time; he was not one to be swayed by such things. But this seemingly fateful coincidence brought back some unpleasant memories.

The man gently swirled the wine glass in his hand, his eyes lowered to the rim of the glass where the calm liquid was broken; the ripples that spread out were the beautiful sight he was witnessing at that moment.

But perhaps just as he recklessly shattered the original tranquility of this cup of wine, an even higher being was also looking down upon this human world for which all things struggle. They reached out and moved each chess piece, giving arrogant attention to the ripples that were born as a result.

A god? Assuming a god truly exists, as long as He can be one of the factors that men use to resurrect the saintess, Otto wouldn't mind letting the god descend to earth.

The man murmured softly, as if reciting a short poem from a preface:

"Hope, what a beautiful and sweet fruit."

Otto gazed at the bright sunshine outside the window and muttered to himself:

"Your fates are in your own hands; the choices you make are entirely up to you."

"My old friend, and Su Qing'an, what decision will you make?"

"That being said, for some reason I no longer expect that most likely outcome."

"Perhaps it's because it's just too boring. The unpredictable future may frighten people, but it can also make them look forward to it."

"But to make me seem less like a good person. Hmm, that sounds a bit strange, but let's just say it's to give me some sense of involvement. My old friend, let me give you a scenario where you have to make a choice."

"I'm curious, compared to that boy, what is this small, persistent thing you've been accustomed to for so many years..."

"Who it is is more important."

Otto sent the message to the Far East branch, and St. Freya Academy, upon receiving the message, would undoubtedly send the candidate he expected.

Himeko Murata—that's the reason Su Qing'an would definitely come.

Kiana, also known as K423.

She will definitely grow from this incident, no matter the outcome.

The dangers that may arise in ruins containing natural clues to sacred marks are almost uncontrollable.

She will inevitably encounter hardships and battles with her companions. Whether she successfully overcomes numerous dangers and difficulties or is defeated and witnesses her companions fall in the underground ruins of the deep sea, either outcome is a good one.

The joy, confidence, and glory brought by these victories, and the pain, frustration, and sorrow brought by defeats, are precisely the nutrients that growth must be nurtured.

The smile on the man's face gradually faded amidst his turbulent thoughts. His expression at that moment resembled that of a melancholy poet, or a scholar perplexed by a question. He took a sip of the red wine in his glass and said:

"Yes, choices. Humans have to make choices, and it is the choices we make that determine the future."

"And I must make all the correct choices to figure out the nature of life and death, and the existence of the soul, before I can guarantee that I can truly resurrect Kallen."

148. Then don't run away.

Theresa was overwhelmed by a complex mix of emotions as she looked at the unexpected message. She quickly reviewed the email several times and finally understood what the person meant.

Otto Apocalypse.

She knew that person too well.

He gave Theresa sincere and almost doting love, and even now he is like a good grandfather who cares about his granddaughter, always willing to lend a helping hand when Theresa is troubled or worried about something.

Look, just when the girl was feeling sorry for Su Qing'an's future, he gave her another sweet reward.

The fruit is called hope.

But few understood better than Theresa how deep the darkness lay beneath that blond man's smiling face.

[Ancient ruins, suspected to contain natural sacred marks, have been discovered in the waters near China.]

The girl summarized the essential meaning of the information, and she murmured to herself:

"Grandpa, why did you tell me this news?"

"You're always like this. Someone as insightful as me should be able to predict exactly what I'll do next."