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

The illusion was so terrifying that even after realizing it was an illusion, he still couldn't discern the flaws in the people and objects.

if it is like this.

Believing that Sato Yuno was already dead, he felt that this might be the only and last chance to see the girl.

Even if it's just self-satisfaction indulging in illusion, just one glance might make him feel much more at ease.

Thus, the boy, unaware of who this illusion was built for, unintentionally began to move in the right direction.

The road after the Kawasaki H2R disappeared quickly like a bubble from Su Qing'an's perspective. From above, it looked like he was on a life-or-death escape, speeding through the streets at the highest speed in first gear to avoid being swallowed up by the void of darkness.

Su Qing'an broke the logical loop of the illusion, and even though he violated traffic rules, no one bothered him.

Five minutes later, he arrived at Chiba Academy.

Unlike the ruins he had seen before, the school in the illusion was intact, but in contrast, it was as quiet and empty as ever.

There was no gatekeeper, no sound, only the rustling of the lonely branches and leaves under the huge banyan tree, stirred and rolled by the wind.

The spotless guardhouse proved that the school was operating normally, but Su Qing'an, who walked into the school, felt heavy-hearted looking at the empty classrooms.

If Senba Academy fails to recreate its original appearance for unknown reasons, it means he will never see Sato Yuno again.

"Sato's class is Class 1, right?" he muttered to himself.

Slowly climbing the stairs, it took Su Qing'an five minutes to reach the three-story building, much like a prisoner waiting for his trial to be delayed.

The boy's suppressed vulnerability was laid bare in his every step.

Third floor, one class per year.

Through the window, he saw the girl hunched over the table, writing and drawing in distress. Her light purple hair was draped over her back, and her head was resting on the table, her fair chin stained with ink from the pen.

What a dreamlike scene!

If only I had let you leave this city sooner.

In the empty classroom, the image of Sato Yuno sitting obediently alone in her seat was reflected in Su Qing'an's pupils like a fixed, unchanging painting.

But dreams always have to end.

The boy stepped into the classroom. He looked at the girl, who seemed a little confused at his arrival, placed his hand on her head and ruffled it, saying:

"Sato, I'm so glad to see you again, but it's time to wake up from this dream."

Su Qing'an, it's time to wake up from this dream. Let's leave this illusion and prepare to go back.

You've seen the child, haven't you? She's still so carefree and adorable. If the collapse hadn't happened, she would have continued to be happy like this.

But if, and it can only be an if.

You're neither a savior nor a hero. The person you wanted to save is already dead, isn't he?

You stood me up.

the second time.

Why is the store manager here? The girl was a little puzzled.

Huh? Where are my classmates? Where is Ms. Asagami? Looking at the abruptly empty seats and the clean blackboard around her, the sense of unease buried deep in her heart broke through the barrier created by some force.

Memories flood back.

Piles of corpses, a destroyed city, Asagami-sensei and her classmates turning into monsters and lunging at them...

That unfinished math class became the final chapter of a peaceful daily routine, with both the teacher, Asagami, and the students turning into monsters.

I survived. Why?

The mother's kind face turned into a demonic one, and the father could no longer put on that warm and stern expression.

They're all dead. Teachers, classmates, friends, and parents alike.

Just like in an RPG game where the Demon King boasts of destroying countless cities, when you're actually playing the game, you just see those numbers as insignificant.

But within that seemingly insignificant number lay a despair that utterly overwhelmed Sato Yuno.

Why should I live? She asked herself.

This illusion, built solely for Sato Yuno, vanished after she understood the truth of everything.

The dream is over, and what awaits us is the abyss caused by collapse.

Chiba Academy, Library.

It was a scene that hadn't been visited in a long time. Countless dust particles rose and fell in the sunlight, and the girl knelt in the center, her long purple hair trailing to the ground.

Emerald vines with alluring crimson patterns wrapped around her petite body, and countless vines covered the floor of the entire library.

I spent more than a month in reality in this bizarre dream.

Yuno Sato finally woke up.

She opened her eyes.

Her once emerald green pupils were now unfocused and dull. The girl looked up at the surrounding scenery, remaining silent.

“Dead… nothing… gone…” She stood there for a moment, muttering to herself blankly. Sunlight fell into her eyes; it should have been blinding, but she didn’t flinch or look away, as still as a statue.

The terrifying concentration of Honkai energy caused Su Qing'an's body to issue a warning. This intensity was even more excessive than when he held Chang Guang's weapon. With each breath, his body felt a burning sensation.

What exactly happened to Yuno Sato?

The doubt lasted only a moment before Su Qing'an quickly understood a fact.

That dream was originally prepared for her, and she only accidentally stumbled into it.

Yes.

He is a law enforcer.

Only humans chosen by the Honkai consciousness are qualified to become beings.

Only this can explain Sato Yuno's strange state; she neither became a suicide soldier nor died, but was pulled into a bizarre illusion.

Su Qing'an guessed that this was the process of being shaped and eroded by the consciousness of collapse, but his accidental entry had interrupted the process.

Herrschers wield immense power akin to rules, and theoretically, their movements should have been detected by Schicksal long ago. However, Sato's current situation is different from that of a normal Herrscher.

A pseudo-Herrscher? With it almost certain that Sato Yuno is a pseudo-Herrscher in an incomplete state, Su Qing'an is in a dead end.

Even those who are not fully realized Herrschers are opponents he cannot defeat.

Some of the vines noticed the boy's presence and, like wildly dancing snakes, charged towards him on their own.

He was surrounded by vines on all sides; the library had clearly long been its territory. A strong wind was already ruffling his hair, and his cheeks were stinging from the gusts of air.

If you get touched even once, you're dead.

When one understands that they are in a desperate situation.

The boy smiled with genuine joy.

That's great, he thought.

I haven't broken my promise yet.

Silently reciting the Sword Heart Technique, which he hadn't practiced for a month, the icy blue color of his heart lake spread to every corner, and the flowing water froze instantly.

The heart is frozen like ice, the sword's heart is pure and untainted.

Faced with a hellish predicament, the boy, trapped in the abyss, drew his sword.

55. Is it humanity's fault, or the Honkai?

His whole body was burning up. The Honkai energy cycle, which had reached its limit, and the extremely concentrated Honkai energy environment outside caused his body to groan. It was like an old spring running at overspeed, and the muscle fibers began to become active and stronger after a long time.

Trying to force the speed of a Bugatti Veyron when it only has the strength of a tractor comes at a price that is self-evident.

A strange purple aura lingered in his dark pupils. The moment Kenshin stepped into the realm of dustlessness, his ability to convert Honkai energy into physical strength seemed to break through the threshold along with the rising Honkai energy cycle.

In just a moment, he felt a change in the strength of his body.

The sword, infused with a large amount of Honkai energy, was extremely sharp, easily severing the vines surging in front of him.

The severed vines curled and trembled on the ground before finally withering, almost like living, breathing creatures.

Ignoring the attacks coming from behind, he ran forward. The vines that slithered across the ground were stimulated by his movements. If the attacks were originally playful and teasing, they now contained the purest killing intent.

Cut it off, cut it off, cut it off.

If you stop, you will die; if you stop, you can't do anything. What stands in your way is endless shackles, but you can cut them all off.

Overcoming all obstacles and forging ahead fearlessly.

Unable to stop their advance, the vines that tried to block them like city walls were shattered by the relentless waves of sword strikes.

With all his strength integrated into one body, Shisui's ability is to precisely control his body. After entering the realm of dustlessness, this ability was further enhanced, resulting in a terrifying control that could even manipulate the flow of blood.

As he walked, the air vibrated, and broken tables, chairs, and stones from the vines flew towards him but were bounced away before they could get close to his body.

Unlike Fu Hua's path of fusing Honkai energy, Su Qing'an's approach is a martial art that leverages strengths and avoids weaknesses to its current limit, bordering on fantasy.

Although he is still very weak, he has already forged his own path.

The mind enters a state of purity, the body enters a state of seamless integration.

The boy's sword-wielding movements were like fireworks burning in the darkness, trying to cut through the girl's despair in a brief burst. But the closer he got to Sato Yuno, the more frenzied the vines became, and if his speed slowed down compared to the vines behind him, it meant death.

This was merely a passive attack from an incomplete pseudo-Herrscher, based on the premise that Sato Yuno had no intention of attacking.

If Sato Yuno is completely corrupted by the Honkai consciousness, the vines infused with powerful Honkai energy will easily break through his defenses and drain his blood.

"Sato, you idiot, wake up! If you're corrupted by the Honkai, you'll just become your enemy's puppet!"

With gritted teeth and shouting, seeing the girl's empty expression, the flames of hatred in Su Qing'an's heart burned fiercely as if fueled by a large amount of kindling.

Cocolia.

What you call love is nothing but a fake.

But the despair and sorrow you created are so real that I want to devour you whole.

The 2.3 million deaths piled up formed a chain of hatred.

A sword may cut through despair, but it can never sever the chains of hatred.