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

It is possible to piece them together and combine them into the original structure and soul, but this is beyond his experience. He is not sure if doing so will awaken the other party's consciousness.

On the other hand, Mebius's soul matter is certainly not complete, and he will most likely need to extract some blank soul matter from the deeper dimensional ecosystem to make up for the missing parts.

What kind of unexpected events might occur as a result is even more unknown.

Although it will be a huge and troublesome project, it will also be a good opportunity to verify some of the experience gained in this unexplored area.

The problem is that, based on the anchor point where the [Stigmata] was projected into the intrinsic world, there is a certain time difference between here and outside. Using the Manas consciousness to make a rough estimate, it would probably take about a year and a half.

Even for immortal beings, this isn't a long time, and it won't affect their original plans.

But not telling my wife about it beforehand always felt a little awkward.

Su Qing'an did consider leaving now, greeting Fu Hua first, and then continuing the process of reviving her.

But who knows if ten thousand years had passed since the last soul tide when Möbius arrived?

Therefore, in order to avoid the possibility that Mebius's soul core would be scattered and missing upon his return due to this time difference, resulting in the loss of most of his information and the complete elimination of any possibility of resurrection, it would be safer to proceed with the operation directly.

However, no one knows for sure whether all of the other person's soul information is still completely preserved in this area.

Su Qing'an lowered his eyes to look at the exceptionally well-behaved Möbius and sighed:

"Give it a try."

Black Abyss and White Flowers intertwined perfectly within the Hall of Souls. The power of the Herrscher of Death was able to be activated by the influx of massive Honkai energy. A pure white ocean bloomed in this wondrous world, reviving the vitality of this body first.

Mebius is a rather unique type among fusion warriors, with a very fast rate of resurrecting her body. All it takes is to revive the Shesa genes within her, infuse her with enough Honkai energy, and then assist her body's innate self-healing ability to restore her to her original state.

During this process, the Manas consciousness, using this soul aura as a basis, begins to search for similar auras in the vast world, and starts to construct from scratch according to the soul maps recorded in the past...

...

...

Late summer to early autumn of 1984.

Chaoxian University, Wangqiu Pavilion.

After finishing her official duties, Fu Hua walked to the window. From this vantage point, she could see the ginkgo trees that had not yet turned golden. Students coming and going seemed oblivious to the passage of time. Occasionally, cats and dogs that lived nearby would stroll leisurely, making the scene before her eyes appear anything but lonely.

Despite this, her mood was far from cheerful; instead, she felt somewhat worried and depressed.

The girl glanced at the last words the other person had left three months ago on her phone screen and sighed:

"Perhaps the flow of time in Dr. Mebius's location is different from that in the real world."

Even knowing full well that the other person's life is not in danger, she would not have any unnecessary ambiguity with Dr. Mebius.

Having grown accustomed to delicacies, she could not get used to simple meals. Even after living without Su Qing'an for eight hundred years, after being separated from her for several months after meeting her for decades, it was inevitable that her heart would be stirred.

Furthermore, Mebius has a history of drugging Su Qing'an, so he is indeed not trustworthy in this regard.

Therefore, she does tend to have some wild thoughts.

However, considering the current situation where Dr. Mebius's fate is unknown, Fu Hua occasionally feels that her little emotions are somewhat unnecessary.

In fact, she rarely feels jealous.

If we must look back to find similar cases, then there were probably only a few when I was a minor.

One instance was when Su Qing'an stared at Lin Xinchan for a while longer.

One was the ball designed by Seele, filled with beautiful women.

One time, her boyfriend was drugged while they were playing video games.

Going back further, their relationship hadn't reached that point yet; a little later, it's this timeline.

The only one who could possibly evoke such emotions in Fu Hua was Li Shishi, who picked up the other party first. However, although this courtesan was beautiful, her threat level was as insignificant as a goose in the village. Later, she was completely turned gay by her own disciple, and she was not a threat at all.

In other words, the fact that she only experienced this emotion three times in thousands of years proves that she really doesn't like being jealous.

Of course, this is also because Su Qing'an is a homebody and the two of them are basically together.

The girl's gaze lingered on the phone screen for a moment before she looked away, murmuring:

"The renovation of St. Freya Academy is almost complete. It's time to consider the student recruitment mechanism."

Just as Fu Hua was pulled out of her delicate emotions and continued to think about her work, a crimson feather drifted down from the ethereal lake of her mind, creating a sound:

"Little Fu, Little Fu, Little Su is home, and there's a big sister with green hair hugging him tightly."

You're home? That's good.

I'll head back now and buy some groceries while I'm there.

and many more……

What does it mean to hold on tightly?

Fu Hua's mood shifted from joy to distortion in a single sentence. Her body vanished as if in a still frame, leaving only the curtains swaying violently and the documents fluttering in the wind on the table.

...

...

Su Qing'an had to admit that soul resurrection was an extremely difficult operation.

Even after ascending to a higher dimension, it remains quite difficult to arbitrarily reverse or manipulate the laws within the Imaginary Tree system.

In reality, he did manage to successfully revive Mebius.

Just as initially envisioned, it is unrealistic to expect that genius doctor to return in his entirety.

Even if the soul map is pieced back together to its original form and the body is restored to a brand new state, the missing original substances, the dim and chaotic soul information, and even the brain that is only repaired by following the other party's revived genetic instincts all determine a fatal problem.

Mebius's memory and personality are both flawed.

No, using the word "fallacy" is not quite accurate.

Her past, and the self she shaped by that past, are like shattered pieces of glass scattered in the deep sea, impossible to piece back together to their original form.

The Möbius of today is like the faint glow reflected in these panes of glass under the dim light; he is intimately connected to them, but he is no longer the same person he once was.

In short, the current Mebius is no different from the newborn version of himself.

The girl's young body was outlined in a long, black evening gown, her waist seemingly made exceptionally slender by genetic modification. Her tender and lovely face had an innate indifference, but her dark green eyes and pinkish-blue vertical pupils revealed a sense of bewilderment.

The demonic and madness that once clung to Mebius had completely vanished. Now, she was like a child who had emptied her mind of everything, exuding curiosity and indifference towards all things. She was curled up in Su Qing'an's arms without a care in the world, letting her round, slender thighs and full, soft curves rub against his body.

Her rosy lips were slightly pursed, her expression and eyes devoid of any playfulness or desire, like a snow lotus washed by a mountain spring, somewhat timid, yet seemingly with an inherent arrogance, staring intently at the girl with a deep gaze not far away, her small hands tightly gripping the Möbius strip that served as a pendant on her chest, looking quite adorable.

The girl asked:

"Father, who is she?"

Su Qing'an had already given up on this title, and he habitually retorted:

“I am not your father, Dr. Mebius.”

After returning to the mortal world, in order to prevent the soul that Mebius had painstakingly pieced together from shattering again, he first adjusted and stabilized it for three days.

During this process, the doctor awakens for the first time, but because he has lost all his memories and emotions, he becomes convinced of this extremely strange relationship, much like the chick effect.

Therefore, in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Su Qing'an spent another three days correcting the other party's misconceptions.

But the result was a failure.

Su Qing'an once attempted to synchronize the Mebius memory from the Paradise of the Past with the original body, so that the other party could restore its original personality, in order to achieve the goal of saving the country indirectly.

However, right from the start, the soul that he had painstakingly pieced back together began to show signs of breaking apart again, forcing him to stop.

For Möbius, who was roughly the same age as a newborn, she was like a child who had just escaped death. She felt uneasy if she didn't hold onto her parents, which led to the current bizarre situation.

Upon hearing this, Mebius pursed her lips. She had no recollection of her past memories and could only understand that her existence was created by him. According to common human understanding, this was the person who should be called her father.

She thought for a moment and replied:

"The creator? The god? The master?"

Su Qing'an expressionlessly covered her mouth to prevent her from calling her by an even more outrageous name, and then casually skipped over the topic, introducing her instead:

"This is my wife, Fu Hua, your comrade-in-arms from the same organization."

The Crimson Iris Immortal sat on the sofa, took a sip of coffee, and said softly:

"You're quite the player?"

30. Mebius: She is a bad person.

Su Qing'an was speechless for a moment, feeling a chill run down his spine. The usually calm and composed man showed a rare hint of embarrassment at this moment, and said helplessly:

"Hua, this was an accident."

"You should have already received the relevant information."

The girl glanced at Mebius, who was still wrapped around the other's waist. The fabric at the edge of her hips was wrinkled, her round and slender thighs were rubbing against his territory, and her soft body was pressed tightly against his chest. A hand covered her lips on her pitiful face, and her pure eyes blinked in confusion, making her look very cute.

And in this process, those fair, bare feet, with all their skin exposed, paired with the elegant black fabric, appear especially pure and alluring.

Ah, green tea.

But to be honest, compared to this strange feeling of being neither green nor green...

The shock of Dr. Mebius calling Su Qing'an's father was even more terrifying, causing her mind to go blank for a moment, leaving her no room for jealousy.

Although that doctor had no morals and was indifferent to human morality and chastity, he was undoubtedly an extremely arrogant and dignified person.

It's unrealistic to use such a name just to tease someone or out of a bad sense of humor.

Therefore, even without Su Qing'an explaining the information transmitted by the Manas Consciousness, she could guess that Mebius's current behavior was neither acting nor being a manipulative person, but most likely that something unexpected had really happened.

Furthermore, considering that Su Qing'an disappeared from the main world for three months, we can deduce part of the reason behind it.

Fu Hua's personality dictates that she won't make a fuss about this, and even if she does get upset, it's unlikely that such a thing will happen to her.

At this moment, the immortal met Möbius's eyes and felt helpless and exhausted. She also felt her head go numb. She understood a little of the psychological journey Su Qing'an had gone through these past few days.

If there were no other way, the other party probably wouldn't have been willing to take this wild "daughter" home.

But now that we've brought it back, the problem isn't solved yet.

She sighed, no longer dwelling on the situation where she felt she had been taken advantage of, and said quietly:

"So what do we do now?"