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

First, let's go over the basic logic.

The woman who called herself Fu Hua's relationship with Joyce was actually limited to her providing assistance to Joyce during the Berlin incident.

The problem is that, according to data from Schicksal's Honkai energy detectors and satellite probes, the Berlin incident that Walter Joyce was in was very likely the first large-scale Honkai outbreak of this century.

However, this calamity ended with much ado about nothing.

This is certainly a good thing, as it avoids large-scale sacrifices and also hinders the production of Herrschers that should have emerged from it.

It's just really strange.

A girl who could command the mysterious "Chao Xian" to come, controlled a huge flow of funds, and was a complete stranger to Joyce, happened to rescue her during the suspicious Berlin incident and came to visit her at a fixed time every year.

Isn't that strange too?

Walter Joyce left no trace of his past; he was like a blank space that suddenly appeared from a colorful world, creating a subtle sense of incongruity.

In light of the current events.

Let's assume the opponent is the Crimson Kallen Immortal who defeated the Saintess Kallen.

That explains the doubts surrounding the Berlin incident, the control over "Chao Xian," and the wealth that was supposedly comparable to Princess Nancy's.

However, if Welt Joyce, who was placed in Laboratory 42 by the other party and is suspected of having made a deal with Schicksal for this purpose, is the First Herrscher.

So, his current treatment is not surprising at all.

The city gate caught fire and affected the pond fish.

Destiny, First Herald, Crimson Iris Immortal.

Anyone caught in the middle of these three factors would obviously find it difficult to live a peaceful life.

So it's not surprising that someone might accidentally die... right?

Tesla, now pondering his own conclusion, struggled even more fiercely.

What good is knowing the truth about what seems to be the current treatment?

Now that I've gone from being blindly heading towards death to knowing the reasons for it and preparing to face it, can I really be content?

She doesn't want to choose either of them, okay?!

However, it is unrealistic for a normally weak scientist with both E-level strength and speed to break open a locked car door while bound hand and foot.

Moreover, even if you manage to break through the car door and see the light, you might also be bombarded by cold bullets.

No matter how you look at it, it's a complete dead end.

In such a predicament, even the highest IQ is powerless to reverse the situation.

The girl was breathing heavily through her nose, clearly choosing to conserve her energy and stop her futile struggle.

In this pitch-black world where only the ticking sound could be heard, she should perhaps be thankful that the other party hadn't gone so far as to seal her mouth and nose with tape; otherwise, her fate would have been far more tragic.

At least, being killed by a bomb is only a momentary pain.

The suffocation that lasts for a brief but extremely long few dozen seconds is enough to inflict immense mental torment before death.

Tesla began to mutter to himself.

Ugh, I haven't even worn the clothes I just bought today properly yet.

At this moment, even recalling the awkward situation of volunteering at Highgate Cemetery seems all the more endearing and tender.

The girl sighed.

I wonder if Joachim and Emma will cry after I die. I just hope that the guy with the messy hair and Walter will be alright.

Tesla lowered his eyes, letting the red light spread from the bottom of his pupils, his mood a complex mix of unease and frustration.

All that has passed seems to be undergoing a strange retrospective within the extended time of darkness.

My favorite Indian philosophy, my loathing of the caste system, Lisel's grimaces, Joyce's wry smile, the taste of truffles I had the other day, the burning sensation of vodka rolling down my throat, the figures and nagging words of my family, my mentor's instructions, the laughter of my friends...

It seems that only at times like these can people judge what is more important to them by the memories and desires that surface first.

She thought that if she didn't die this time, she would go to her old home in the countryside to visit her grandmother.

But in today's world, that idea is clearly just wishful thinking.

Given that Destiny truly intended to kill him to achieve some goal, Tesla, already in London and with his personal freedom restricted, had no room for resistance.

only……

After thinking it over, the only possible reason for this purpose is that of that idiot.

Tesla's attitude toward Walter did not change because of his potential identity.

But she also understood that if the other party was the First Herrscher, then the reason why the Crimson Kite Sage came here once a year would be obvious.

Although no individual Herrschers have appeared in this era, it is conceivable that, just like the natural disasters brought about by the Honkai, the normal state of such beings would obviously not be so benevolent as to be able to get along normally with people.

That immortal must have done something to Joyce during their annual meeting to prevent Joyce from showing any abnormality.

Today is February 9.

If we assume that October is the crucial month for Walter to maintain his human heart, then the reason why Destiny would act at this time, and even the reason why it would threaten its own life, becomes obvious.

Tesla's logical chain instantly came together, and she suddenly realized that letting Lisser stay in the clothing store back then could very well be the last farewell of her life.

If the opponent's goal was to make the First Herrscher go berserk, then the scene that would unfold if Welt were deliberately led back to Lisser is easy to imagine.

At this moment.

The girl wished that the chaotic thoughts and speculations in her mind were just delusions born from extreme circumstances.

However, her rationality as a scientist could not deny the possibility, and if this speculation were true, the worst possible outcome would occur.

Just as Tesla's mood grew increasingly somber, a gentle breeze and a growing radiance entered as the car door opened.

Her vision, accustomed to darkness, felt somewhat blinding at this moment. The figure of the person who came was indistinct in this radiance, only a blurred outline could be seen.

Looking at the little girl with tears welling up in her eyes, Su Qing'an felt a pang of guilt.

If it weren't for my actions, the other person probably wouldn't have suffered like this.

He opened the car door completely, and with the control of the Honkai energy particles by the [Stigmata], he peeled off the tape on the other person's lips, tore apart the restraints binding them, and incidentally used a method similar to molecular acceleration to grind the time bomb on the other person's neck into ashes in an instant.

The process took less than a second, so short that Tesla didn't even realize he had regained his freedom.

The boy then used the Qi of Heaven and Earth to gently lift it up and slowly place it under the sunlight. He looked at Tesla, who hadn't yet realized what was happening, and swept his palm across the air, sprinkling some white light on it, using [Creation] to give it physiological relaxation.

Then, in a calm yet somewhat guilty tone, he said reassuringly:

"You're alright now, Miss Tesla."

Tesla snapped out of his daze and realized with a start that he was out of his previous predicament. For some reason, his body no longer felt the aftereffects of being restrained for so long, and there was no soreness or numbness at all.

She blinked and saw the person in front of her clearly.

He was a handsome young man who was unfamiliar to everyone. His appearance was striking. He was dressed in a semi-modern ancient-style Hanfu, had long white hair that cascaded down his back like a waterfall, and possessed an otherworldly and beautiful temperament.

At this moment, Tesla hesitated, noticing a worry in the dark eyes of his stranger who had saved his life, and asked:

"Have we met somewhere before?"

Although it sounded like a really cliché way of picking up girls, she did feel like the person in front of her looked familiar.

This brilliant scientist had a much better memory than the average person, and she quickly unearthed the exact origin of that déjà vu from her complicated memories.

—From "Biographies of Immortals"

A year ago, Tesla was very curious about the acquaintance who was suspected to be the Crimson Kite Immortal. He not only secretly extracted some unimportant data from the Destiny database, but also went to read a famous Chinese novel called "The Legend of the Immortals".

This is the oldest collection of stories in the novel genre in the world, and it is widely circulated in even slightly prosperous countries. The original author, whose real name was Li Shishi, even took care of the fact that most people were illiterate, and personally picked up a brush to draw and publish an illustrated version of "The Legend of the Immortals".

In his later years, he even created detailed illustrations for some scenes in the written versions of his novels.

It can be said that she could not only see the writer's literary talent from the words, but also from the bonus items that were defined as illustrations.

Yes, Tesla's belief that Fu Hua was the Crimson Iris Immortal was also related to the fact that the Crimson Iris Immortal in those paintings bore some resemblance to her.

Suppressing her complex emotions, she calmly straightened her wrinkled clothes, picked up her red-rimmed glasses from the ground and put them on. Glancing at the nearby pile of shredded scrap metal, she continued asking before Su Qing'an could answer:

"You know Fu Hua?"

Su Qing'an silently took out a red book from his pocket, gesturing for the other person to open it, and said softly:

"Nice to meet you. My name is Su Qing'an, and I am from China."

Tesla glanced silently at the thing that was clearly a marriage certificate, looked at the photo of the two of them, and said quietly:

"Frederica Nikola Tesla".

“I think you already knew my name before, Mr. Su.”

She handed the document back to the other person and continued:

“Very well, I now understand the relationship between you and the reasons why you would offer your assistance.”

The girl looked at the nearby sky, which had dimmed at some point, her feelings indescribable, and asked:

"So, may I ask what the current situation is?"

Su Qing'an calmly put the documents back in her pocket and replied softly:

"It's very complicated."

"But it's okay, they'll all be fine."

Tesla's feelings are hard to describe.

She was eager to know if the whole story was as far-fetched as she had imagined, but the current situation didn't seem like the right time for a proper conversation.

Since this Mr. Su is also an ancient person who has existed since a thousand years ago, he must not be much weaker than the Crimson Kite Immortal. Rather than asking him to answer her questions, she would prefer him to go and support Lisel and Joyce, whose fates are unknown.

The girl pleaded:

"I'm all set here. Could you go help Lisser and Joyce first?"

Su Qing'an silently swept his mind across the surrounding world with his Manas consciousness, experiencing the harsh reality that was too tragic for those around him, and his feelings were somewhat complicated.

This is a responsibility that I should rightfully bear.

Rather than directly telling the other person about this reversible tragedy and leaving an indelible scar in their heart, it's better to wait until everything is resolved before speaking. At that time, whether to tell the truth or to cover up the past, it will be up to the two of them to choose.

He said softly: