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

Find the organization of the Moths of Fire, fight against the Honkai, and survive until the Honkai crushes humanity in hopeless defeat.

To become an immortal being grants the right to inherit human civilization, to come to that era, and to change everything he desires.

The route is clear and straightforward.

Given Su Qing'an's level of Honkai energy proficiency, this level of difficulty would have almost been a failure, but Kenshin continued to advance towards a perfect state.

The dark cracks became increasingly smaller deep within, and as long as the condition remained stable, the dusty state would soon be restored to its clear and spotless state.

This shows just how stubborn Su Qing'an's willpower is. Give him only a glimmer of hope, and he can create a vacant fulcrum to support all his burdens and continue fighting.

Suddenly, Su Qing'an, who had just realized the clear route, saw a flower shop.

The boy paused for a moment as a matter of course, because he had once been to a flower shop with Fu Hua. Those scenes, which could only be buried deep in his memory, made the time he spent with her seem especially precious at this moment.

He hesitated for a moment, avoided the crowd, and quietly went inside.

Neither the interior nor the owner resembled the shop he had visited before; the only commonalities were the fragrant aroma and abundant bouquets.

After all, they are both flower shops.

I wonder if they have those name tags that are given to guests here.

The wooden plaque that Su Qing'an received at the time fulfilled the ending he had foreseen.

The flower name written on the wooden sign is "Iris".

An iris that died in the height of summer.

Hua received it too. I remember she received...

He stared blankly at the white bellflower with its petals drooping before him, and suddenly fell into a state of bewilderment.

What was it? I don't remember.

Why do we forget?

It had only been less than a week since that scene.

It's impossible for me to forget; there's no reason for me to forget.

Su Qing'an's soul essence was already different from ordinary people. Even now, he can clearly remember the boarding pass number he received when he first took the Destiny private jet, the pattern and color of the carpet on it, and the specific appearance of the guide.

He had easily memorized all the maps in the energy vehicle before. If it is true that the memory of normal humans will gradually wear down and forget unnecessary details over time, then Su Qing'an is definitely not one of them.

Or rather, at least such a short time was not enough for him to forget these details.

Why? Why did I forget?

Su Qing'an still remembers the date, the time she entered the flower shop, the owner's exact face, Fu Hua's clothes at that time, and the size and decoration style of the flower shop.

But he couldn't remember the flower name engraved on the wooden plaque she received.

Memories of that previous timeline...are they starting to fade?

The possibility flashed through Su Qing'an's mind, but she immediately dismissed it.

How could that be?

It was just a coincidence, an accident.

Su Qing'an was just tired. His body and mind had been in a daze due to not having slept or rested for too long, and his temporary inability to remember anything didn't mean anything.

The boy was desperately deceiving himself.

"Click".

A clear sound reached my ears, and the dark cracks expanded like claws, staining my heart with a chilling intensity.

He could no longer deceive himself, or rather, the answer had already naturally emerged from the very beginning.

Su Qing'an suddenly and uncontrollably grabbed the bellflower in front of him, his well-defined fingers turning white as he gripped it tightly, a sign of his current agitated and restless emotions.

The soft petals were crushed in the boy's palm, and the water droplets left on the freshly watered flowers dripped down with the juice.

What exactly is the name of that flower...?

He crouched down, looking utterly dejected, staring at the scattered white petals of the lisianthus bouquet.

Looking at the answer so close at hand, Su Qing'an murmured in confusion:

"What exactly is it? What is the name of that flower?"

The boy's pupils contracted violently with fear. The blood vessels in the whites of his eyes had already become quite severe after three days and three nights of sleepless nights, but now these blood vessels were even finer, and the rich, bright red color looked as if they were about to drip blood.

Su Qing'an tried hard to suppress his emotions, but his face still twitched uncontrollably. Finally, he gritted his teeth and growled:

Why can't I remember? Why?

"There's only this! Only this! Only this..."

But in an instant, the boy's furious appearance vanished. He was like an obedient child restrained by etiquette and rules, controlling his desires and emotions, or like a gambler who had lost all hope and was struck by despair, losing the will to express himself.

a long time.

The boy said sadly in a low voice:

"This is the only thing... I don't want to lose it."

His tone of voice was so gentle, like a feather floating in the clouds, or dim starlight, that it was almost inaudible.

I don't want to forget.

Su Qing'an knew the answer.

If the previous timeline has truly been completely obliterated during the reboot process, then theoretically all one's past experiences would not exist in any timeline.

Therefore, the world's inexplicable corrective force causes him to gradually forget these things that shouldn't exist.

He understands that the reason he still retains most of his memories is because the divine version of the Taixu Sword Qi is itself a product linked to the soul.

Mingjing's sword heart not only grants Su Qing'an the ability to control Honkai energy and awaken [Stigmata], but it also protects the boy's most precious possessions.

memory.

Now, the sword's heart is tarnished and on the verge of shattering.

That ability will naturally be weakened, and only after his sword heart is completely restored will all his memories return.

This is a near-unsolvable vicious cycle, which is also the result the gods desired.

The closer the sword heart is to shattering, the more easily memories become fragmented. And if there are any problems with the memories, Su Qing'an, who sees these as obsessions, is more likely to exacerbate the collapse of the sword heart.

In such circumstances, the choice to forget from the very beginning is erased by Him. Unless the boy is completely indifferent to his past experiences, he must struggle through layers of hell to escape the unknown outcome while bearing everything on his shoulders.

The ability of [Hidden] has been completely shattered and disintegrated due to his violent emotional fluctuations.

Su Qing'an made his first real appearance in the city. His solitary appearance stood out from everyone else, and the boy who suddenly appeared in the sight of others caused a noisy commotion.

The whispers and chatter reached Su Qing'an's ears, but he paid no attention to them.

The dark patterns were densely packed on the ice, completely overshadowing its original transparency.

Perhaps he was too useless, or perhaps he was ultimately not strong enough.

Even though Su Qing'an knew that the sword heart must not be broken, the willpower that was being exploited and the inner demons that were raging were gradually approaching their limits, and the sounds from the outside world could no longer be heard.

The boy looked up, and the world before him had lost its color.

The sword heart, which was linked to the soul, had already affected his mental state before it shattered, and the gray scene became a hazy, dreamlike landscape.

He couldn't see the faces of the people around him; they seemed like faceless humans uttering incomprehensible, grating whispers. The fragrance of the flowers and the softness of the petals on his hands vanished from his senses.

Pitch black, ice cold.

Splash!

In his empty consciousness, only the cracks in the sword heart made a sound, as if reminding Su Qing'an that the final declaration was about to come.

"If you're afraid you'll forget... then write in a diary?"

A somewhat hesitant yet clear voice, like the radiant light of dawn, stubbornly reached Su Qing'an's ears, penetrating all obstacles and intervals.

Unbelievable.

More than the content of the words, the boy's first reaction was disbelief. Among the noisy and incomprehensible murmurs, only the words of the newcomer were audible to him without any difficulty.

Su Qing'an turned her head in a daze. The broken sounds were like the continuous sound of rain, like a fierce symphony. But as the vivid and three-dimensional girl came into view, the symphony gradually became low and quiet, like a gentle lullaby before bed.

A girl wearing a black hoodie squatted down next to him, her delicate and lovely face full of worry and shyness.

At this moment, the girl's fair little hands gripped the hem of her clothes, as if she was extremely nervous about the act of striking up a conversation.

All the dark patterns melted away like snow and were swallowed up by those familiar blue eyes. Not even ashes remained, and the sound of shattering vanished into nothingness.

Looking at her beautiful face, Su Qing'an said softly:

"hua".

...

...

This was a reunion after an unknown amount of time. It was as if she had traversed a sea of ​​people to arrive before the boy at the crucial moment, just to pull him out of a hopeless future.

Even long afterward, Su Qing'an would never forget this scene.

That looked like light.

5. Fu Hua wins big.

"Sorry, this is my friend. He's not feeling well today."

Feeling the increasing strange looks around her, the girl grabbed the boy's hand without thinking too much and hurriedly explained, leaving the price tag for Kikyo on the cashier.

She immediately pulled Su Qing'an out of the store, and to continue to avoid those stares, the girl left the mall with the boy as if fleeing.

Once the bright sunlight came into view, Fu Hua relaxed a little. She patted her chest, which was heaving slightly, and suddenly realized that her left hand was still holding the other person's hand.

Before she could even remember how much warmth was hidden within that icy body temperature, she released her grip as if she had been electrocuted.

The girl finally realized what she had done. A faint blush rose to her fair cheeks, and beneath her long, curled eyelashes, her eyes, like autumn water, were filled with a pool of turbulent waves.

Fu Hua turned her face away, nervously staring at the toes of her sneakers, feeling the other person's gaze that made her body go numb, and a strange emotion arose in her heart.

and so.