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

He also expressed curiosity about what level of mocha Kiana could make.

If the Kiana he knew in the game's story was a clumsy, arrogant, and adorable paramecium, then the Kiana he knows now is a gentle and kind beautiful girl.

Whether it was the appropriateness of her jokes or her handling of her strange situation, Su Qing'an felt that it was great that Kiana wasn't just a paramecium like in the game. This heartfelt relief made him even more curious about Kiana.

For example, is she still that unreasonable kitchen killer? If so, Kiana would probably only be able to apply for a cleaning or cashier job here.

"Mocha? That's a type of coffee that girls tend to like. Does the shop manager also want to taste the flavor of love?" Kiana winked her big eyes playfully and said in a joking tone.

Legend has it that Mocha exists to help people understand the beauty and challenges of love, and to show them the simplicity of happiness.

Meanwhile, the real taste of mocha coffee is both sour and sweet, which seems to highlight the symbolism of love. That's why Kiana made such a joke. If someone doesn't understand mocha, they would probably be confused and bewildered.

However, Su Qing'an understood, so he couldn't help but smile knowingly. It was a pleasant thing to have someone guess his reason for choosing which coffee he wanted. This level of intelligence... I'm starting to doubt if the person in front of me is really Zhen Qi.

"Yes, I'll trouble Miss Kiana to let me taste the flavor of love."

"Then let me show off my skills for the store manager this time." Kiana put her shoulder bag on a coffee chair and walked into the private room behind the counter.

On this warm, sunny morning, the two-person café dispelled the boy's anxiety and unease. The collapse of the future and the destruction of the world could not affect this lazy and peaceful moment.

At least until he finished this mocha, all the distracting thoughts lingering in his mind were forgotten. Su Qing'an looked at the rainbow-like light reflected on the pure white menu and remained silent.

The quality of a cup of coffee depends not only on the barista's skill, but also on the careful preparation of the ingredients. The roasting time and selection of coffee beans, as well as the temperature and quality of fresh milk, are all important factors that determine the taste.

Ultimately, he is not Su Qing'an of this world, but someone who has matured to the point of being able to open his own coffee shop. Right now, he can only be described as a half-baked coffee enthusiast who has a slight understanding of coffee culture and is not a complete novice.

So when Kiana served the coffee, her bright blue eyes fixed expectantly on his face, all he could say was that it tasted good, which made him roll his eyes.

Su Qing'an put down the empty glass, savoring the lingering taste of chocolate and the not-so-gentle aroma of liquor, silently removing the "cooking killer" label from Kiana's persona in her mind.

Compared to those experts who can meticulously analyze the acidity, sweetness, bitterness, balance, taste, and flavor of coffee and speak eloquently about it, Su Qing'an's evaluation was indeed too superficial.

"I thought you would say something like, 'The water temperature was a few degrees too high, causing the acidity to be unbalanced and making it substandard.'"

Kiana was making the same complaints as before, but she clearly sensed a huge difference.

Even if both are Su Qing'an, with the same personality and the same logic of thinking, the knowledge and abilities they possess will still differ due to their different experiences. Perhaps the excuse of amnesia can cover it up, but there is indeed a sense of incongruity.

However, her innate sensitivity and personal intuition told her that the person in front of her was indeed Su Qing'an, which left Kiana somewhat confused.

"The taste is surprisingly authentic. This coffee shop is really strange. It's located near a women's college, yet it uses Yemeni coffee beans that are not very popular and a waste of effort. Isn't this completely disregarding its target customers and only caring about its own preferences?"

Most coffee shops do not use Yemeni coffee beans for their mochas. Instead, they add chocolate syrup. Compared to the spicy, alcoholic flavor of Yemeni coffee beans, the simple chocolate flavor is clearly more popular among high school girls, and it is also more cost-effective and time-saving.

This coffee shop has always had a casual and simple style, or to put it bluntly, it's a case of being too lazy to put in the effort, but it's strangely meticulous in this kind of place.

"That's just how store managers are. They always slack off where they should be paying attention, but are very serious about strange things."

Kiana sat opposite him, her hand supporting her chin in a daze. Her gaze shifted to the warm-colored wooden board, where sunlight streamed down, and tiny dust particles danced and swayed.

The girl's gaze was distant, as if the person she was talking about was far away from her.

"Manager, have you really lost your memory?" she asked seriously. Unlike the harmonious atmosphere of joking around before, this should have been the normal development.

Su Qing'an knew that, to Kiana, the person sitting opposite her was just a fake, and it was normal for him to be treated this way no matter what.

Whether to question or ignore it, it's all perfectly reasonable.

Kiana was very gentle, so gentle that she didn't question him even though she saw those details, so gentle that she endured the huge difference until he calmed down before asking questions. Su Qing'an absolutely could not arrogantly take this gentleness for granted.

Now she raised a question to Su Qing'an, but it wasn't in a questioning tone or a coercive one. If he were to brush it off, the girl would be understanding and wouldn't pursue the matter.

But it's impossible.

Su Qing'an hates lying.

Lying wasn't something he considered unforgivable.

However, he would not choose to lie unless absolutely necessary.

Open that door, and the answer will be there.

The indelible, virus-like writing on his phone was like a script directed by God, something he couldn't refuse or resist.

He might just be a puppet on a stage, manipulated by others.

“My old room was over there.” He pointed to the spiral staircase in the center of the café, leading to a door.

"I will give you the answer, Kiana, after I go in," Su Qing'an promised.

Kiana watched the boy slowly walk up the stairs, speechless for a moment, unable to comprehend the current situation.

She couldn't understand Su Qing'an's previous almost indifferent detachment from the world and her unease, like a rabbit caught in a hunter's net.

She couldn't understand why Su Qing'an had so many strange changes in just one day.

If she could, Kiana would rather this was a prank deliberately arranged by Su Qing'an. If that were the case, she could simply get revenge by beating him up and then end it all with a smile.

Ordinary, simple, everything has returned to normal.

Kiana Kaslana's daily life is exceptionally precious, and such a life, like that of an ordinary girl, will never last much longer.

This is a world on the verge of collapse, and the girl who bears the Kaslana name and blood is born with the destiny of being a warrior.

Therefore, she cherishes this time, as does Su Qing'an.

She has very few friends.

Su Qing'an didn't want to think about what would happen after the door opened, or in what form he would get the answer.

The more you think, the more hesitant you become. Impulsive people always forge ahead, while intelligent people can quickly find the answer. Ordinary people, on the other hand, often hesitate and look back.

Su Qing'an is an ordinary person, but now he doesn't want to be timid or hesitant, so he chooses not to think about anything.

The doorknob was easily pressed down, and he began to feel grateful that his other self didn't have the habit of locking a second door.

Then he gently pushed the door open.

7. Fate?

This is an ordinary room, neither dirty nor messy, nor is it obsessively tidy.

The window was open, and a gentle breeze lifted the white cotton and linen curtains, which then swirled around him.

The game box and controller with the words "Karen Fantasy" written on it were placed in the cabinet under the TV, and there was no dust.

A dried maple leaf was tucked inside a half-open novel on the table, presumably used as a bookmark.

The bookshelves were filled with comics, novels, and unidentified figurines.

This room is full of life, and it's not hard to imagine that the owner hasn't been away for long. It's like going out to buy lunch at mealtime and coming back soon.

But inexplicably, Su Qing'an found out. He wouldn't be coming back.

The world spun around.

The scenery before his eyes began to blur, and the immense pain tore at his reason. Su Qing'an felt as if his body no longer belonged to him. At this moment, he was like a puppet whose soul had been taken away. Without a moment's reaction, he was forced to the floor.

I can no longer feel the pain from hitting my body on the floor.

Something more aggressive was eroding his nerves.

Unable to shout or vent, in a quiet and oppressive environment, Su Qing'an, tormented by intense pain, realized what the so-called answer was.

Another set of Su Qing'an's memories was forcibly crammed in by some entity.

This is the "answer".

It was too crude and direct.

Fragmented images kept flashing through my mind, methods so horrific they didn't care whether they would turn someone into an idiot.

If one doesn't receive memories from another version of themselves, it wouldn't be surprising if their personality completely collapses.

Even so, Su Qing'an experienced firsthand what it truly meant to be worse than dead.

To knead memories into one's soul is even more violently absurd than stuffing one's brain into a blender.

Compared to this, even trigeminal neuralgia is considered mild.

If he hadn't been completely unable to control his body, he would have already let out a terrible scream to attract Kiana's attention.

Three long minutes passed.

The pain subsided like the receding tide, and Su Qing'an lay helplessly on the ground. He had regained control of his body, but for the time being, he had neither the will nor the ability to stand up.

The fusion of memories was extremely rapid due to the overly violent methods used.

If the pain is gently spread over several days, it will likely only be at the level of a migraine.

"Is this another me...?" he murmured in a daze, the voice coming from his lips low and hoarse.

He inherited the memories of his other self.

Rather than a memory, it was more like a fragment of another Su Qing'an's soul.

In this memory, he saw his own death.

He lost his life the instant the Honkai erupted.

he died.

They turned into mindless, living corpses.

With no room for resistance, ordinary human males with low Honkai energy resistance are just that vulnerable in the face of Honkai.

A boring way to die; this kind of character setting wouldn't even appear as background in a game or comic.

But that's reality.

Su Qing'an in this world is already dead.

He died an ordinary death in the not-too-distant future.

The entire population of Changkong City perished with him; very few managed to escape.

If Su Qing'an could have avoided the collapse outbreak by escaping Changkong City in advance...

But that's impossible now.

It was as if a consciousness in his mind was reminding him that merging with the fragments of his own soul in this world meant signing some kind of irresistible contract.

That is to inherit the destiny of "Su Qing'an". Only after facing the collapse head-on can he truly choose to escape without restraint.

This was a compromise that Su Qing'an, who came from another world, had to make. If she didn't want the world to notice anything unusual about her as an outsider, this was the only way.