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

Given her personality, it seems she might not be able to adapt to exciting dates in a short period of time, so finding a "tool" (someone who acts as a support) would be a good solution.

It's important to understand that having either the man's friend or the woman's best friend act as a "lubricant" is not a good choice.

The worst-case scenario is that it will cause the other party to feel disgusted, having the opposite effect.

In comparison, the little girl would be much more suitable.

Their youthful appearances can give the two of them more space to get along.

The child is cute and adorable; he can be used as a lubricant when needed and as a mascot when not.

In her roommate's mind, Seele was already an excellent tool.

As the sun gradually set and the mall's lighting adjusted to the appropriate mode, my roommate, distressed by the impending curfew, reluctantly left.

This kind of activity of shipping couples across the void is surprisingly interesting. It also inevitably contains a strange feeling of peeking into other people's secrets and lives. This strange feeling is the culprit that made her forget the original purpose of shopping.

But... it's not bad, I guess.

Breathing in the cool air outside, her unbound hair danced in the wind. Her roommate used the brim of her baseball cap, her only prize of the day, to press down the stray hairs on her forehead.

She looked up at the birds flying across the sky and smiled brightly, without any sign of disappointment.

Even though she came to a strange city alone, entered a campus that felt out of place, and spent another seemingly boring afternoon all by herself, her roommate still didn't feel sad or lonely.

She will make friends, and then she will definitely not be alone anymore.

She will study hard, and then she can show off to her mother.

She will graduate smoothly and pursue her dreams. Life will be more challenging but also more fulfilling then, but that future is not something to fear.

If you were to ask my roommate what she's most looking forward to, it would probably be the vacation six months from now.

If I go home at that time, I should be able to catch the fireworks display.

When her father mentioned that at that time, as compensation for enrolling her in the school without her consent and as a gift for the long separation, he would give her something he had always wanted.

What would that be?

The girl suppressed her already overwhelming anticipation, and her smile grew even brighter.

She had completely forgotten the strange impression the boy had given her; all that remained was her evaluation of his appearance.

But at this moment, a gentle breeze ruffled her hair, and the afterglow was intoxicating. The girl's steps were light and lovely, so all of that else became unimportant.

……

……

My roommate is 15 years old and a first-year student at a private school in Canghai City.

She awoke from her dream today, only to be completely lost in the sea of ​​people once again.

41. First meeting.

The chilling sword energy tore through her mangled body, and as the cool winter wind slowly dissipated, all the evidence that symbolized her existence was scattered in this remote corner.

The black and gray particles reflected in the boy's eyes fell in distinct rustling sounds, like a silent rain.

After a long while, the rain stopped.

Su Qing'an gazed at the distant white tower, his expression gloomy.

The deceased was 17 years old.

She was wearing a third-grade school uniform, suggesting she might be a student from the same school.

The girl's skirt, like a tattered kite, was covered with colorful squares that seemed to meander into a maze from which there was no way out, silently telling the story of her fate.

There was also a thin garment and a silver pendant on the ground, which showed that before becoming a suicide soldier, the girl must have been a child who was not afraid of the cold and was making the most of her youth.

But she has left no remains, and the ashes are so fine and faint that they will soon disappear without a trace.

Essentially, these ashes are all degradation products of Honkai energy. Before the girl's body was annihilated by the sword energy, it was already a false, empty shell with a dead soul.

The boy stood there in silence for a while, but in the end he picked up these relics that still had value to the living.

A silver pendant, and a student ID card placed in the front pocket.

The remaining odds and ends were scattered in various corners of the bamboo forest, but they were no longer worth picking up.

Before Su Qing'an met the other party, the assassin's clothes had become somewhat tattered, otherwise, with his control over the sword energy, it would not have damaged anything other than the body.

Recalling the Honkai energy fluctuations that had suddenly surged into his senses, he could roughly guess what had happened.

Since the Honkai had not fully erupted, even though the girl lacked Honkai energy literacy, the concentration of Honkai energy she was infected with was still insufficient to instantly turn her into a suicide soldier without suffering.

Perhaps it was an hour, maybe three hours, or even yesterday at dusk, the girl was already enduring the pain of being slowly eroded by Honkai energy.

This is an inconspicuous corner of the academy, a quiet bamboo path between the infirmary and the cafeteria.

She had experienced the transformation from human to monster all by herself here. The marks on the ground, varying in depth and not stained with bright red, seemed particularly glaring at this moment.

It can be seen that the girl struggled and struggled before she completely turned into a demon.

Whether it was her extraordinary willpower, or a slight amount of Honkai energy cultivation, or the extremely low concentration of Honkai energy, this child never harmed any student in such a densely populated academy.

She died silently, as if this bamboo grove was the burial ground she had chosen long ago.

Su Qing'an looked silently at the name on the student ID.

[Third-year student: Shen Duxin.]

If I had discovered it a little earlier, perhaps I could have used the [Stigmata] to allow her to continue living peacefully until the Honkai outbreak.

Unfortunately, no if.

The boy stuffed the pendant and his student ID into his pocket. The pendant looked somewhat familiar, but he had no time to ponder these insignificant details.

Su Qing'an buried the dust-stained clothes on the ground deep in the bamboo forest by herself.

That's all he can do.

Besides, it would be best to find an opportunity to give these items to her family.

After standing there for a while, the boy turned and left without looking back.

You have to get used to it.

Su Qing'an told herself this in her heart: if she could be moved by such a small tragedy, then living in such a broken world would undoubtedly cause her to suffer even greater and more immense sorrow.

Even though his current willpower is so strong that it is clearly different from his original self, the softness that remains in Su Qing'an's nature will not disappear.

Shen Duxin.

Just like all the people who had passed by her before, Su Qing'an remembered the girl's name.

……

……

It was afternoon.

The boy silently stepped into the classroom, carrying his lesson plan and books.

The spacious interior felt incredibly empty, with the tiered chairs and easels appearing exceptionally neat at first glance.

Unlike ordinary classrooms, the decor here has an old-fashioned artistic feel, a style quite different from the virtual technology and small projectors mounted on students' desks in other classrooms.

Su Qing'an placed the books he was carrying on the podium. He glanced nostalgically at the blackboard behind him, only to be surprised to find that there was still a supply of chalk.

These are all considered ancient relics in the previous civilization. In fact, the material of chalk is also completely different. It can only be said that it has inherited the name and appearance.

Su Qing'an folded up her sleeves, revealing a section of her arm.

He then picked up a piece of chalk from the box, examined it for a while, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I probably never imagined that I would pick up this thing from this position."

The boy glanced at the hanging clock; there were still five minutes before class officially started.

Just as I had expected, very few people came to class.

The significance of art has not been lost due to the leap in technology, but there are more than just one teacher at this academy who teaches this subject.

Because many course instructors are part-time, the lack of a fixed staff means that even for a wide variety of courses, there may be more than one instructor for the same subject.

The detailed class schedule can be found on the academy's official website, which will include specific course information, teacher names, past experience, and the class and time of the course.

Incidentally, this official website also has a voting system for teachers.

The higher the ranking, the greater the exposure.

As a result, the courses taught by these top-ranked teachers are almost always full.

Su Qing'an's situation is rather unique, so his resume is completely blank.

The only information provided is the individual's name and age, along with a photograph.

Under such circumstances, the boy did not have much expectation that anyone would come to class.

Anyway, you only need to stay for a short while.

If there's no one there by then, that would be great; he could leave work early and still get the same salary.

After all, although the young man thought that Seele wouldn't do anything fancy when she was home alone, considering the child's mental state, it would be a good choice to leave work early and take her out for a stroll.

As Su Qing'an thought this, she gently closed the window that wasn't fully shut.

Even though the cold wind had been blowing inside, just one minute later, the room temperature was already comfortable enough to take off one's coat.

The intelligent system automatically adjusts the heating to a suitable level based on the outside temperature after detecting someone entering the classroom. From these details, it is clear that the civilian technology of the pre-civilization was already quite advanced.

This is the fundamental reason why the outbreak of Honkai was so terrifying and intense.

The scene outside was quite lively, with groups of students filing in, each carrying their own books, their faces beaming with smiles that were either sunny or shy.

This is a wonderful age, and the world they see is bright and beautiful.

But no one knew that even in this ivory tower, a shadow was slowly spreading, silently devouring a young girl in the prime of her life, and continuing to brandish its indelible claws.

The end of a life is never an easy topic. The girl's remains were like a broken and crushed white lily, with only a faint fragrance remaining to prove her past.

The boy pondered for a moment, then subconsciously took out the cold pendant from his pocket and opened it.

It doesn't contain a photograph, but rather a passage of text engraved in characters from a country that speaks a less common language.