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

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The next day, early morning.

Su Qing'an leaned against the balcony railing. Behind her, on the pure white bed, a person with wrinkled sheets and mostly fair skin was still sleeping peacefully.

The aura of the black abyss and white flowers dissipated from his body.

The boy gazed at the rising sun, his heart filled with complex emotions, and sighed:

"I really want to ascend to a higher dimension."

If it weren't for the fact that he had slept for eight hundred years and had partially recovered his Manas consciousness, which allowed him to forcibly strip away his own senses and use a high-intensity soul resonance on Fu Hua, while also cheating with the Divine Key to adjust the other's physical sensitivity, he would have been utterly defeated.

Once my manas consciousness has recovered somewhat, I might as well try out the special martial arts I envisioned before getting married.

In this way, even without dimensional ascension, the body's strength can begin to increase exponentially.

Su Qing'an shook off those strange thoughts, turned around and walked to the next room. Looking at the little ones who were still sleeping, she fixed her gaze on Mebius's tender face. Her sleeping posture was a little restless, and she was holding a cat that was purring in her arms. Her black skirt was spread out on the bed sheet, with many wrinkles.

It seems like you had a lot of fun yesterday?

Well, the soul hasn't changed much, and the fact that it's not showing any signs of breaking is a good thing.

But I'm still as sleepy as I was the previous few days. Is it because I'm still in the adjustment period?

Su Qing'an was actually relieved about this, otherwise, if they had followed the fusion warriors' daily routine, they would probably have become extremely difficult to manage.

Especially for fusion warriors like Dr. Mebius, who have a very flexible definition of humanity, human instincts can't interfere with her much.

"Go back to sleep."

Relieved, Su Qing'an went into the kitchen to prepare a meal.

Although Li Shishi and Jiang Rongyue went out to play, there was an extra gluttonous snake at home, and the food in the refrigerator might not even be enough for breakfast.

The boy skillfully toasted bread, spread eggs, warmed milk, and cooked crystal shrimp dumplings. In the process, he opened the courtyard gate, received the soup dumplings and fried dough sticks delivered daily by the nearby breakfast shop, and slowly walked back to the kitchen to start frying sausages and bacon.

These movements are so fluid and effortless that they have become second nature to him over time. This allows him to simply not think about anything during this period of time, or occasionally think about some random, aimless thoughts.

Upon careful recollection, it becomes clear that over these decades, it seems to have been a recurring cycle from morning till night, except for the trivial details.

Su Qing'an smiled and rolled up her sleeves, which had been slightly draped back.

This is the life I initially longed for, and the ending I initially yearned to reach.

But only after he truly obtained it could he realize that this kind of life was like tasting a candy that was hard to melt, with the sweetness gradually seeping into his heart as he peeled away layer after layer.

He thought that it seemed like he was still a long way from getting tired of such days.

Throughout this process, I hope someone can stay by my side.

"Today's breakfast looks pretty good."

Su Qing'an felt a soft touch against his back, and two slender hands clasped together at his waist. The newcomer's languid, slightly hoarse voice reached his ears, eliciting a smile from him. He said:

"Are you up?"

The girl leaned her delicate body against him, her fair nose brushing against his shoulder. Still seemingly sleepy, she had put his pranks from the previous day behind her back and asked:

"Um...do you need my help?"

Su Qing'an said softly:

"It's almost done. Could you please wake up those guys who were sleeping together?"

Upon hearing this, the girl glanced down at her disheveled appearance, noting that she was only wearing a shirt, and reluctantly let go of her hand.

Fu Hua slowly buttoned up the undone buttons on her chest. In the process, her fingers occasionally dug into the soft, white flesh. Her misty eyes gradually regained their senses during this process, clearly having just emerged from the aftereffects of the soul resonance.

Her expression returned to normal, and she slowly replied:

"Yes, I will make sure they get up before breakfast gets cold."

After speaking, she went back to the bedroom first, and then dragged the few children who were still in bed to the table.

Mebius quickly ran behind Su Qing'an and hugged her tightly. Only after seeing Su Muxi and Xiao Xuan, still half asleep, devouring the food on the table, did he overcome his fear of sitting at the same table as the bad woman and join in the activity.

Su Qing'an sat at the table, watching this scene with a calm gaze.

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The sun rises as usual, and time continues to pass.

One day, the ending will come unexpectedly.

33. Su Muxi, who hasn't graduated in ten years.

1997 4 Month 13 Day.

In the Far East, there is Changkong City.

Su Qing'an walked out of a private hospital controlled by Anti-Entropy, his mood quite complicated. Under the intermittent guidance over the past year, Raiden Mei was successfully born with the original soul map.

Although it was still unclear whether Mei was alive, and it was impossible to determine the effect of the corrective force and its own actions, a delicate juncture had finally passed.

During this process, he also used the Black Abyss White Flower to treat the other party's birth mother's body.

If nothing unexpected happens, the interference she, as an ascended being, caused with the world line cannot be easily erased by the corrective force, so she should be able to have a warmer and more harmonious childhood than before.

Su Qing'an stood on a corner of the sparsely populated street. He glanced at the nearby coffee shop and dropped a few coins into the vending machine next to it.

"Clang."

The boy listened to the clinking sound of the metal cans, took it out, pried open the tab, and muttered:

"In a few years, we will see how the world's corrective forces define the existence of the [main storyline]."

In the original timeline, on January 12, 2000, Sirin, the candidate for Herrscher of the Void, would become an incomplete Herrscher due to being injected with an excessive amount of Honkai energy during human experimentation.

However, although Otto still built the Babylon Laboratory, he did not conduct horrific human experiments in it. Instead, he used it to analyze some of the data shared with [Chaoxian] and to conduct normal research on anti-Honkai drugs and even vaccines.

Sirin should not have been subjected to such a painful experience as an experimental subject, injected with Honkai energy, and thus directly transformed into a Herrscher, causing a large number of casualties.

Therefore, assuming the other party still becomes a Herrscher at a similar point in time, it proves that the corrective force has a strong desire to correct the [main storyline].

The above can be concluded in just three short years.

Looking at the distant skyscrapers, Su Qing'an was filled with emotion. After more than a decade, it was no longer far from completely aligning with the original timeline.

However, due to our own interference and the accumulation of "records", many historical details have become unrecognizable. Today, the concept of collapse and related terms have gradually become common knowledge known to people all over the world.

In this era approaching the 21st century, the Collapse Literacy Index is a test that every newborn must undergo after a certain age. Reaching the corresponding index can earn subsidies from the local government, and even if the index is not reached, there are certain incentive mechanisms. In China, this would be equivalent to the classic oil, grain, and rice.

The Stigmata, a key indicator that directly measures the index and starts at the mid-line of A-rank Valkyries, differs greatly in terms of both pure subsidies and various policies.

Although this vaguely implies a class division, such indices and talents cannot be truly reflected before the real Great Collapse arrives, nor do they grant any special privileges. After the public truly realizes the horror of the Collapse, they are all frontline reserves, and it becomes natural for them to have preferential treatment and privileges.

Therefore, under the guidance of major anti-Honkai organizations around the world, the related education and policy changes have not caused much of a stir.

This is different from a mechanical deus ex machina like an alien visit to Earth. The calamity of collapse has actually been lurking in every corner of the world since ancient times. The current era has not experienced the baptism of information explosion, so people have no reverence for ghosts and gods.

The newly defined and compiled historical events at this stage are simply bringing previously unofficially endorsed examples into the open.

For those whose ancestors or even themselves had witnessed the Honkai, such developments would not have much of an impact on them.

With these conditions met, the Tower of Babel, built by Destiny in Siberia, which combines itself with the top scientists of the Anti-Entropy Ascension, is continuing the knowledge treasures left by the large-scale computing device used by the two doctors more than 50,000 years ago, attempting to reproduce a true anti-Honkai vaccine.

The expected effect of the goal is to popularize resistance to Honkai storms among all humankind in the world. Not to mention raising the public's Honkai awareness to a level where they will not be easily eroded by Honkai, at least it should reach the point where people will not be directly turned into large amounts of black ash or irrevocably become dead in the radiation wave of a Honkai outbreak.

If such a vaccine can be successfully developed and truly widely distributed, then 90% of the casualties caused by the Honkai can be eliminated at the root.

Another related matter is that Mebius Jomo regained his memories of his personality three years ago.

Su Qing'an thoughtfully helped her erase some of her extremely shameful memories, forcibly erasing the memory of making the other party call him father using the Crimson King.

This tactic, which he himself didn't usually like to use, prevented the meeting from becoming strange or awkward. At the same time, by asking the other party to repay a favor, he got the doctor involved in the vaccine research project.

On the other hand, Mei, having foreseen the coming of the end and by taking advantage of Fuxi's threat to the Honkai consciousness, controlled a certain period of time and completely completed the compilation of the human gene pool.

Therefore, in the current world, male stigmata owners are no longer isolated cases, but for some reason, they are still relatively rare compared to females.

In short, this time the worldline is better prepared for the coming collapse.

Su Qing'an took a sip of her drink, gazing at the bustling crowds on the street, and murmured:

"If we calculate the timeline like this, isn't Yuno about to be born soon?"

"Should we create a holy mark for her?"

After all, in this era, having Stigmata or excellent Honkai resistance and adaptability is not a bad thing.

Even though such outstanding talent was detected, there was no rule that forced them to enlist and thus embark on the path of fighting against the Honkai.

Ultimately, this is still a peaceful era.

Unless we fast forward to the end, and the global collapse index increases several hundred times at once, rules and human rights will carry a certain weight.

Su Qing'an's thoughts raced through his mind, and he murmured:

Let nature take its course.

If Sato Yuno were to mimic again, the stigmata created using the Black Abyss White Flower would be meaningless, and directly obtaining the enhanced qualities of the Honkai consciousness would be just as effective.

Moreover, although the Japanese government's policies will likely make her family extremely wealthy, it will also cause her environment and treatment to make her personality too different from before.

For Su Qing'an, taking care of her family and becoming wealthier than before was much easier than using the Black Abyss White Flower to create the Holy Mark.

This operation is second only to piecing together the soul map of Mebius.

Compared to the insignificant question of whether or not to grant the Holy Mark, Su Qing'an had previously considered the more important question of whether the other party's parents would successfully become a couple.

However, with almost no intervention, Sato Natsuyuki successfully married his original wife. Considering that he was able to see Sato Yuno in several timelines, this must be a sign that he was "favored" by the corrective force.

Therefore, Su Qing'an adopted a laissez-faire attitude and did not interfere further. Speaking of this, he attended Cecilia and Siegfried's wedding a few years ago and happened to brush past the young Theresa, guessing that the couple was about to have children.

Kiana Kaslana.

This child, who truly possesses this name, would have been successfully born in December of the following year according to the original timeline. Later, while fleeing Destiny with his father, he unfortunately fell from a great height, lost his previous memories, inherited the Black Abyss White Flower, and became Destiny's strongest Valkyrie.

—Bianca Orlandel Atagina.

However, based on the current developments, the real Black Abyss White Flower has always been in Su Qing'an's hands, while Cecilia is using a product he developed in previous years.

Its essence is to replicate the outer shell of the Divine Key, endow it with a pseudo-Herrscher core, use the [Stigmata] as an anchor point to imprint the authority to extract Honkai energy in the imaginary space, and then bury the beacon of the Herrscher of Death's power, ultimately creating a perfect replica.