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

Su Qing'an was truly grateful to Theresa and Himeko Murata for allowing him to come here and for making an exception to enroll him.

Sometimes he would think that, as a token of gratitude, he should help the headmaster wipe Judas next time. Watching Theresa, who was only the height of a young girl, diligently stand on tiptoe and carefully wipe the huge cross with a cloth, Su Qing'an always felt that this was beneath the dignity of the headmaster.

As a result, although the headmaster was tempted, he insisted that this was a family heirloom of the Apocalypse family, and it was unacceptable for him to be lazy and ask the students for help.

They refused for that reason.

In every sense, Principal Theresa works very hard.

"What a coincidence." The sea breeze completely buried the girl's silent footsteps. She walked to Su Qing'an's side and sat down with her arms wrapped around her knees.

“Hua…” The scene that came into view when he turned his head was reflected in his eyes. For a moment, the girl’s profile and the way she sat down made the boy feel as if he had returned to that rainy night with the clear moonlight.

"Do you also like watching the sunset here?" Su Qing'an, who was inexplicably nervous, felt his heart beating a little faster than usual. He swallowed the name he had just uttered and asked this question.

The girl looked at Su Qing'an with some surprise and said:

"Hua? It's been a long, a very long time since anyone called me that."

Fu Hua gazed at the setting sun, which was mostly hidden under thick clouds. The layers of white seemed to press down on the sea from their perspective. They were rendered in different shades of gold and red by the afterglow, colors that no paintbrush could reproduce.

The azure ocean sets off this scene, and the endless clouds resemble a castle on the sea, a dreamlike fairytale.

"I don't dislike being called that." The girl glanced at the boy bathing in the sea breeze with her, and her cherry blossom-colored lips unconsciously curved into a beautiful smile.

"I've been at St. Freya Academy for quite a while now, and I know the sunsets here are beautiful."

“I come here occasionally. The view from this angle is vast, so vast that it can hold a lot of things.”

Fu Hua brushed aside the strands of hair that were being blown by the sea breeze. Her holy blue eyes seemed to be gazing at the end of the world, as if she had abandoned her confusion and emptiness in this beautiful twilight.

And only in this way can she go further and longer.

Just like those lonely and long years before.

The two were very close, the girl's hair brushing against Su Qing'an's cheek, the sea breeze carrying the scent of the waves illuminated by the sunset into their nostrils. Su Qing'an inexplicably felt that just sitting together, watching the sunset, without saying a word, was already beautiful enough.

He suddenly felt that whether Hua knew him or not didn't seem to matter that much; as long as he could still see her, Su Qing'an was already happy enough.

At this moment, the same scene was reflected in both of their eyes: the shimmering sea reflected golden arcs of light, and the waves crashed against the rocks, creating white foam.

The tide rises and falls.

“Hua,” Su Qing’an tentatively uttered the word, and after confirming that the girl did not show any unusual expression, as if she had tacitly accepted the address, he continued:

You look very tired.

The girl paused for a moment, the sense of déjà vu in her blank memory growing stronger.

It was as if someone had said the same thing to her before.

Chi Yuan, you seem very tired.

As if hallucinating, I vaguely heard a clear female voice say those words with concern.

She couldn't remember who said it, but she knew it was someone who had been with her through many years.

Yes, she seems a little tired.

"It's alright, it's just that the training is a bit tough, you don't need to worry about me." Fu Hua smiled, a smile that seemed almost transparent in the afterglow, an excessively gentle smile.

This is what the immortal, whose memories are fragmented and whose body is in ruins, said.

For some reason, when Su Qing'an saw this girl who had been forgotten by the world and forgotten by herself, she always felt that she was like a phantom that could disappear at any moment, like a fragile bubble on a reef.

For a fleeting moment, Su Qing'an felt a sense of panic.

I cannot accept not seeing the flowers again.

But when I looked at the girl's profile again, my mood was miraculously soothed and calmed.

"Okay," the boy finally replied.

The sound of the waves and the wind never ceased; the two sat quietly watching the dusk without saying a word.

In the ebb and flow of the tide, all sounds are transformed into a gentle stillness.

Gazing at the clouds that were gradually dimming and losing their light bit by bit, Su Qing'an couldn't help but naively think.

If only things could stay like this forever.

The young man felt that spending ten years of his life like this was enough.

However, dusk will eventually fall.

Just like the world is never gentle.

7. The Immortal Lord Doesn't Dislike Games

2014 4 Month 14 Day.

It's already winter now. In Japan, this would be the season for people to wear short sleeves in Okinawa and padded coats in Hokkaido.

The temperature at St. Freya Academy was quite pleasant for Su Qing'an. He stood under an ancient tree near his dormitory, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt. He had just withdrawn his fist, his muscles and bones were stretched and relaxed, and the blood and energy surging in his body were so healthy that it was not like a body that was being gradually eroded by the Holy Mark.

A gentle breeze caressed his face, and the boy felt a slight coolness.

Having stopped his morning practice, he couldn't help but feel much happier.

Su Qing'an had heard that April is the most beautiful time for cherry blossoms in Japan. In the timeline that had been restarted after the previous one had vanished, he died in Kiyomizu-dera Temple in March 2014, amidst the fluttering cherry blossoms.

He has come this far step by step, and before he knew it, he had been in this world for quite some time.

The cherry blossoms in March were beautiful enough in Su Qing'an's eyes, but she wondered if not being able to see the cherry blossoms in April was a regret.

In the distance, Fu Hua wiped her pale face with a towel, and put her red glasses into her bag. In Su Qing'an's opinion, the girl looked much better without glasses, especially with such a color and style of frame.

This is probably the communicator Fu Hua used to contact Otto, only disguised as a pair of glasses.

As for this color and taste, we can only attribute it to Otto's perverse sense of humor.

Another obvious example of Otto's perverse sense of humor is the Valkyrie armor called Swift Feather.

Even though Fu Hua chose to incorporate elements of her homeland, Shenzhou, into her special armor, the design and taste of the finished product undoubtedly do not meet Schicksal's standards.

In short, just pin the blame on Lord Otto.

Although Fu Hua and Otto are on equal footing in terms of the authority granted by Destiny, given Fu Hua's indifferent nature, she wouldn't care about such trivial details as cosmetic items.

It's even questionable whether Fu Hua herself knows that she has the same authority as Otto in Schicksal.

Of course, even without any special dressing up, the girl was perfect enough in Su Qing'an's eyes.

It seems that because it's a weekend, she's not wearing the St. Freya Academy uniform.

Instead, she was wearing a slightly antique-style black and white dress, which made her slender figure appear even thinner.

The girl's freehand posture when she practiced her boxing was like an elusive light and shadow in the landscape. Perhaps it was because the clothes suited her so well. Compared to the girl's usual attire, this time, the ancient-style black and white dress combined with her boxing movements was sure to make the Valkyries of St. Freya Academy even more excited.

Su Qing'an herself felt that this outfit suited her temperament better, and she was also glad that her dormitory was not close to other girls' dormitories.

This area seemed to have been specially designated for him, the only male student.

That's why Fu Hua and Su Qing'an, who are both considered focal points in a sense, weren't silently watched by the polite and enthusiastic girls when they did their morning exercise together.

After being wiped with a damp towel, the girl's fair skin became slightly rosy, making her appearance even more beautiful.

"Huh, want to play games?" Su Qing'an asked.

Fu Hua was somewhat stunned upon hearing this invitation.

The relationship between the two has always been like that of gentlemen, light as water. They rarely talk when they meet. Even when she teaches Su Qing'an martial arts, she doesn't need to say anything. The boy can understand it after just a few demonstrations.

The same goes for practicing boxing under the tree in the morning. In most cases, after they finish practicing quietly, they nod to each other or exchange a glance, and then turn around and leave without hesitation.

Occasionally, the two would meet at the edge of the coast and naturally sit together, watching the sunset.

The light faded, and the clouds darkened.

But they just didn't speak. Apart from their conversation when they first met at dusk, they never exchanged even simple greetings like "You've come," "Oh," or "Okay."

It's as if a single glance or gesture is enough to achieve such perfect understanding that words are unnecessary, allowing them to remain completely silent.

Fu Hua thought it would be the same this time.

"Didn't you say yourself that you need to balance work and rest? You can't just keep working hard all the time," Su Qing'an said quietly.

"???" She did say that, but she shouldn't have said it to Su Qing'an.

"Is this your teaching to the class? I was forced to learn a lot on my first day in the class, especially about you. You are very popular in every sense of the word."

That statement is half a lie. The fact that Su Qing'an knows so much about Fu Hua is entirely the result of her deliberate manipulation during conversations with others.

The truth is that Fu Hua is indeed very popular.

"Okay." Actually, on this weekend, Fu Hua, who rarely had any tasks, had some free time.

Therefore, there is no need to specifically refuse.

The girl, as if possessed, nodded in agreement.

Fu Hua doesn't dislike playing video games.

To put it more bluntly, it's more accurate to say that she really enjoys playing video games.

Gaming can be said to be Fu Hua's only form of entertainment. She has played a wide range of games, including Kallen Fantasy, Houmu Fantasy, Houmu Adventure, Honkai Impact 3rd, Gundam piloting in Destiny, Valkyrie in Anti-Entropy, and many more.

Moreover, their dedication, skill level, and dedication are all at the top-tier player level.

Aside from the ruler of the entire Honkai Realm, a being known as Metal Gear Solid Wolf Fang, Fu Hua has almost never been defeated.

Currently, Su Qing'an and Fu Hua are playing a new DLC for Kallen Fantasy, whose selling point is its hellish difficulty level, which is difficult even for true pros to complete in one life.

Then, with Su Qing's calm and meticulous control and Fu Hua's incredibly skilled top-notch technique, the two of them easily and smoothly cleared this hellish two-player level, which was said to be impossible for even the most skilled players to complete in one life.

"Su Qing'an, your skills are surprisingly high. I was originally planning to complete this level by myself using two controllers." Fu Hua easily stated that he could not do anything that most people could do, and he rarely showed a happy expression.

However, her expression was very faint, so faint that people unfamiliar with the girl would hardly notice it, but Su Qing'an could confirm that Fu Hua was truly happy.

The girl's usually indifferent and rigid expression seemed to have gained a bit of liveliness at this moment.

"Let's continue. This time, let's try changing the equipment to blank plates," Su Qing'an suggested, indicating a desire to increase the difficulty.

Nodding her head, Fu Hua focused intently on the screen, giving the game every second to her.

For a girl who has forgotten most of her memories, filling in the gaps with new memories is undoubtedly a pleasant thing, and obviously, winning a game can also be a memorable experience.