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

"But whatever your thoughts may be, I still have to make the choice you want this time."

“I will go, and the best kids in the entire Far East branch will go too.”

Whether it's Himeko Murata, whose body is constantly being eroded by Honkai energy, Su Qing'an, who should have had a long future, or Sara Nishikujo, whose lifespan is only one year left.

There are still many teachers and students at St. Freya Academy who have been corrupted by artificial stigmata.

Even if it was just to give them a new hope for the future, Theresa had no choice but to make this decision.

She glanced at the communicator, composed herself, and said softly:

"But even if it were as you wish, I would still need some compensation for these children who are taking such great risks to carry out these missions."

An hour later.

Theresa traded the right of all the students who carried out this mission to choose their specific positions and assigned areas upon graduation.

Apart from that, they will not be required to perform any tasks during their subsequent school life.

Otto agreed to these seemingly excessive demands without much consideration.

In contrast, on the Hyperion at this moment, there was Theresa, the former S-rank Valkyrie, as the main attraction, with the A-rank Valkyrie Himeko Murata leading the team, and four B-rank Valkyries in action.

Kiana Kaslana.

Raiden Mei.

Bronya.

Yuno Sato.

The best students that could be selected from St. Freya Academy were all the students who lived with Himeko.

Those familiar with the future trajectory will find that this is an incredibly powerful lineup, almost entirely composed of Herrschers.

Although the three of them combined probably couldn't beat the pseudo-Herrscher next to them, it's a bit embarrassing for a future Herrscher.

However, among the B-rank Valkyries, they are undoubtedly all players who can surpass the definition of this rank at any time.

Kiana even once solo-killed the Emperor-level Honkai Beast Ganesha in a mock battle during the school entrance exam.

Even though the Ganesha replicated in the virtual scene is far inferior to the real Emperor-level Honkai Beast, it still proves that this girl's combat power can actually be judged and considered using the abilities of an A-rank Valkyrie.

The principal's office at this moment.

As Nishikujo Sara stood by the window gazing into the distance, the colossal Hyperion suddenly rose into the air, its reflection on the sea resembling a swimming killer whale.

Immediately, it swept across the vast ocean and sky, heading towards an unknown destination.

After the warship had completely disappeared from sight, the woman put her hands in her pockets and took out her usual pack of Marlboro cigarettes.

Sara Nishikujo understood Theresa's reasons for her choice this time. Whether it was the headquarters' order or her own will, it determined the current outcome.

She lit a cigarette, glanced at the documents piled on the table, and a smile appeared on her lips.

May you have great success in your military endeavors.

I hope you don't end up crying because of all this pile of work, you silly nun.

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Shenzhou.

A few hours ago.

Su Qing'an stared silently at the cloth bag that the girl had tossed into the deep darkness.

It was a peculiar surface phenomenon, like an abyss, as if the earth had opened up a huge hole, and the silent darkness swallowed up all the light.

The wooden carving in the cloth bag may never have ended up there, and no one knows whether the immortal's offerings will have been successfully delivered.

This method of worship has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

She almost never missed a year, even when the world was ravaged by war and chaos. After dealing with the devastation of the collapse, the immortal would drag her weathered body to this place.

This stems from Fu Hua's inner stubbornness and guilt.

And perhaps she has been waiting for the day when her friends' souls return to the world, so that she can say sorry to them.

Even though the fairy could fully imagine their response, she wanted to say it herself: the girl probably just wanted to see them one more time, rather than seek forgiveness from the deceased.

Even though she knew perfectly well that these were all just empty fantasies.

The dead cannot be brought back to life; this is an ironclad rule of worldly law.

This was a desolate place. The wind blew across the land, lifting the corner of the boy's clothes. A slight chill seeped into his skin, and the atmosphere fell into silence.

Silence, silence, always silence.

After that thin piece of paper was torn, some changes were bound to occur.

Su Qing'an was always tongue-tied; even though he knew the person in front of him was sad, he didn't know what to do.

He also understood that Fu Hua didn't need comforting.

Any words would seem pale and powerless in those times. No one understands the truth better than the immortal himself, but that stubbornness is something that cannot be solved.

a long time.

Su Qing'an broke the silence and said softly:

"let's go."

"China is very large. It seems the academy principal has set up many routes. We can just pick one and follow it to get back to the academy."

Upon hearing this, Fu Hua seemed to have just emerged from an illusion. She glanced at the abyss that was only a step away from her and subconsciously nodded in response:

"it is good."

Su Qing'an wasn't unaware that Theresa might be tampering with the route, but perhaps that was exactly what the two of them needed at this moment.

It can be a catalyst for other things to happen, a way to play to ease emotions, or simply a tool to pass the time.

A stubborn young man who refuses to speak frankly, and an aloof and indifferent immortal.

If everything in this world has a predetermined ending, then perhaps telling the truth is the better choice.

Together they bore all the sorrow and pain, exchanging their wishes and decisions, and even when the end came, they left no regrets.

When the boy saw Fu Hua's reactions along the way, he understood a little. Perhaps, compared to the trivial details and concerns he cared about, sometimes the existence of regret itself was more distressing.

He tried his best to suppress his emotions, telling himself that he couldn't be so selfish.

But even if he doesn't say it...

Does Fu Hua really not understand?

Ultimately, I was still too half-baked.

Every word, every action.

Aside from not saying it aloud, Su Qing'an had never hidden anything; his current actions were merely deceiving himself.

She lied to herself that as long as she didn't say anything, she wouldn't break that distance; she lied to herself that as long as she didn't say anything, even if she died one day, Fu Hua would be less sad.

Then, just a short while ago...

He was hit with a super straight shot by the girl who had always been calm and composed.

Is there anything else you'd like to say?

Su Qing'an suddenly realized that the so-called normal sense of distance had long since vanished.

Having trapped himself in this predicament, he truly discovered his own cowardice and timidity.

He chose to stand still and stagnate in fear because of an unknown future. If he had held such thoughts about other things from the beginning, he would never have gotten to where he is today.

Only by embracing the awareness to sever ties with so-called fate and tragedy, and with the stubbornness and perseverance to reject all future deaths, can one truly succeed.

Only by choosing to ignite such a strong conviction can a young person have a sliver of hope to break free from these constraints.

When Su Qing'an starts avoiding everything in order to sense the divine's hints, it's no different from admitting defeat.

Because it's as if you already believe you're doomed and have nowhere to run, so you reject all possibilities.

Su Qing'an has never been afraid of death, so she might as well just go for it.

Because if you're not even afraid of death, then what are you afraid of?

Su Qing'an glanced at the girl's back and said to himself softly.

Then don't run away.

149. I, Su Qing'an, am going to confess my feelings today.

Shenzhou.

In an ancient town, Su Qing'an sat on a high floor of a teahouse, gazing at the distant mountains peeking out from behind the walls, lost in thought.

This is the route closest to Mount Taixu among the hundreds of routes recommended by Theresa.

The two arrived at the ancient town before dusk.

Similar to Chen Junxuan's hometown, this place also has the style of a Jiangnan water town, but unlike that place, it is not as remote and is much more lively.

It is worth mentioning that, as a well-developed tourist area, this place still retains its original natural beauty and profound cultural atmosphere.

Perhaps as the economy continues to develop, this place will gradually become more commercialized, but at least for now, it remains a tourist destination that many people yearn for.

The ancient town boasts a well-preserved 25-square-meter ancient architectural complex, a scale rarely seen throughout China.

The streets were built along the river, and the houses were built along the water.

All around are continuous mountain ranges, their lush greenery exceptionally vibrant. Under the vast sky, the magnificent natural landscape, amidst the bustling noise of people, exudes the charm of a traditional Chinese village with its small bridges, flowing water, and traditional houses.

Su Qing'an originally thought that Principal Theresa's moves would end here based on the route information.

Such places are indeed perfect for couples to visit, creating the right atmosphere that allows emotions to naturally flow towards intimacy, leading to a happy marriage.

Hmm, this seems a bit too fast, but at least it's undeniable that it's easier to say "I like you".

Then Theresa's next move was something completely unexpected and bizarre for Su Qing'an.

Rewind to an hour earlier, the two were met by people that Theresa had arranged in advance to pick them up in various routes and areas of China.

Each route was meticulously designed with various surprises. Leaving aside the plans hidden within the routes, even just a few glances at the surface revealed countless documents and specific plans.