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

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With Fu Hua's current physique, this move is an over-standard, banned technique.

In fact, she hasn't used any techniques related to the "immortal" system since almost that time.

But she used it now.

She was so irrational that it was completely unlike her.

With just one magical technique, all the obstacles in front of him vanished.

Fu Hua wiped the bright red from the corner of her lips and stepped into the deserted square a few minutes later.

This was a scene of utter devastation. The earth had been ravaged and kneaded into an uneven surface. Apart from the hole she had forcibly punched in, the surrounding walls were riddled with wounds, and intense Honkai energy surged like a tide across the land.

She looked toward the center of the altar.

I saw the Xuanyuan Sword lying on the ground.

I also saw it, Su Qing'an.

Even though they had arrived, the girl's steps became unusually hesitant, and she called out softly and cautiously:

"Su Qing'an?"

no respond.

"Xiao Su?"

There has still been no response.

"Qing'an?"

Still, there was no response.

She walked step by step, stepping through the seawater that had already reached her calves. The armor that had been covering her eyes automatically retracted, and the boy, who was getting closer and closer, was reflected in her clear, glass-like blue eyes.

It reflected the piercing wound in the center of his chest, his shoulder where he had lost his arm, his blood-soaked body, and his... dim, gray eyes.

Fu Hua stopped talking. She squatted down as if touching a fragile piece of porcelain. She removed the face armor with the intelligent module and used her fingertips to wipe away the dust and bloodstains from the boy's handsome face.

She had already removed the hand armor before touching it, and now her fair hands were covered in a tragic crimson.

So much blood! How can there be so much blood?

It's so red, how could it be so red?

[Armor belonging to the same Destiny faction detected... docking successful.]

[Data restarted. Twenty-three minutes and forty-five seconds have passed since Mr. Su's vital signs disappeared.]

Mr. Su did not choose to leave a will; he fought to the very last moment.

The feathers left behind by Yu Duchen vanished without a trace. In fact... she already knew the answer all along.

But she still used the Void Grasp, Feather Crossing Dust, and immortal techniques.

It's like trying to run through time, to grab onto that elusive, delusional thought.

Twenty-three minutes.

So... it's been so long since I arrived.

Finally, she embraced the boy's corpse, covered his eyes, and whispered:

"What were you trying to say back then? Didn't you say it?"

A long silence followed, the cold, dripping blood seeping into her palms and piercing her heart.

The excruciating pain and the chilling sense of despair overwhelmed his resilient will, crushing the loneliness accumulated over millennia.

Immediately following was unparalleled regret.

If... he hadn't left then, would he have been alright?

If we could stay a few more minutes, wouldn't that make him feel less regretful?

So many "what ifs," far too many "what ifs."

But... there are no "what ifs".

As the immortals swayed and wisps of mist rose from Qinghai Lake, she whispered:

"You didn't keep your promise, Su Qing'an."

"But so was I. I told you I wouldn't let you end up like this, but I failed."

"...I failed to do it."

"sorry."

The boy's corpse began to tremble, his fingertips started to shake, and purple Honkai energy patterns spread from his fingertips to his chest, which had been mostly severed. The Honkai energy fluctuations emanated from the center of the altar and seeped into his body...

Chi You is trying to transform Su Qing'an's corpse into a dead warrior. In fact, if it weren't for the residual corrosive power, the boy would have already become a demon before Fu Hua arrived.

Now that the corrosive power has completely dissipated, the immortals instantly noticed Chi You's actions.

For a fleeting moment, her mind went blank.

How dare you?

She gritted her teeth.

How dare you?!

Within her sea of consciousness, Yu Duchen burned with magnificent flames, her light gray hair melting into white like snow, and when she looked up, it was as if a blazing red lotus had burned away the blue ocean.

Fu Hua couldn't remember the last time she had been this angry; pure killing intent swept over everything.

She picked up the boy and stood up; the [Sword God] engulfed everything.

With his white hair and red eyes, he made no attempt to conceal his identity whatsoever.

The swordsman who could cleave mountains and seas with a single glance should have been domineering and awe-inspiring, but the way she held the boy made her look so lost and dejected, like a girl picking up the carcass of a stray cat on the roadside.

this day.

The immortal shattered all of Chi You's hearts.

She successfully avenged both old and new grudges, but lost...and much more.

...

look……

In the end, no one had enough time.

165. Final Chapter: The sea breeze of St. Freya still blows.

It felt like slowly rising and falling from a dark ocean, a chilling cold seeping into my entire body, and it felt like an eternity...

The boy's consciousness was successfully awakened.

This wasn't his first time in this place.

The boundary between nothingness and reality is devoid of color and tactile sensation; a strange division severs all perception, leaving only darkness and desolation as companions.

It's so cold and so dark.

Su Qing'an suddenly realized.

So it turns out that even death... cannot bring him peace.

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice entered my mind.

That was Atropos.

[Congratulations on surviving your third death. Your golden soul, your selfless foolishness, and your unwavering determination to fight to the death have earned you the right to be reborn.]

[Would you like to continue with the third journey, player?]

[Clearance condition: Personally defeat the collapse of Civilization Plus One.]

Su Qing'an murmured silently:

"If it doesn't start, will the world line restart?"

Atropos understood the weariness hidden in the boy's words, and it knew the reason for this weariness.

For Su Qing'an, no matter how much regret and remorse he accumulated, his so-called life should rightfully come to an end here.

If he really had a choice, would Su Qing'an still choose to continue on the unknown journey home?

Even knowing that all that lies ahead is hopeless despair and sorrow, is he still willing to bear all the pain alone, to chew on all the helplessness, in order to find an ending whose outcome is unknown?

An ordinary person would think that the best course of action is to choose to continue living, but for Su Qing'an, who has a tendency toward self-destruction, continuing on her journey is something she needs to hesitate about.

Perhaps only true death can give him a peaceful resting place; a gentle eternal sleep will deprive him of the right to think and the lingering aftertaste, and naturally there will be no more sorrow and pain.

The gods themselves will not force you to participate in the game again, because they don't need players who give up on themselves and lack self-will. What they need is a brave person who chooses to face everything even under strong ominous signs of death.

Brave one.

He hates that statement.

But Su Qing'an still understood what the other party meant: what if she said she was tired now?

Then annihilation will completely surround him on his journey to eternal sleep.

Su Qing'an has a choice, at least...

He has the right to choose death.

[…The gods have bestowed a gift upon you, player.]

Perhaps you can find your own answer here.

The boy whispered in confusion:

"A gift?"

This is a kaleidoscope created for you by the gods.

Go and see the future that follows this timeline before it restarts.