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

1998, April 12.

Kiana Kaslana was officially born at 1 PM at the first airport on the floating island of the Destiny Headquarters.

In the same month of the same year, Su Muxi officially graduated from St. Freya Academy, successfully avoiding the torture of "tongue-pulling hell".

The couple wasn't too surprised by the result, after all, the child wasn't really stupid. However, the fact that he hadn't realized that most of his consciousness and life abilities had been sealed until graduation day was still quite amusing.

As always, Su Qing'an presented a flower basket at the door and left the Tianming headquarters unnoticed. As the time drew ever closer, he felt a sense of progress, like the progress bar was nearing 99% and he was about to reach perfection.

In about a year, it will be Bronya's birthday.

I still remember it vividly because I had given this child a gift before.

She will be born in Siberia on August 18, 2000.

Based on the fact that Raiden Mei and Maki's birth dates are exactly the same as those in her memories, it can be seen that the corrective power will likely still allow Bronya to ignore many altered causes and effects, and arrive in this world at almost the same time.

However, according to the original timeline, Bronya and Seele's parents would have lost their lives due to the outbreak of the Second Honkai Impact, and the two would have ended up in an orphanage founded by Cocolia, where they would have formed a bond with each other.

In other words, as long as they prevent the massive sacrifices caused by the second Honkai outbreak, they can reverse their tragic early lives and gain a happy family and future.

Su Qing'an has an extremely strict perfectionism about this. He believes that the reversal of time should, within the limits of his power, change some tragedies that could have been avoided, so that his friends and acquaintances can have the happiness that is within reach for many ordinary people.

At this moment, on a street in Siberia.

Through the window, in the orange glow of the lamplight, the boy saw the girl's parents, whom he had almost never met before.

According to the original timeline, this Russian military colonel named Alexei would sell military supplies on the black market to support his wife and daughter in order to survive.

But now that the future has been excessively altered, the country's political system is no longer capable of causing such a situation.

Therefore, he simply left a gift on the table in the couple's home beforehand and then turned and left.

...

...

The wind and snow outside flickered the glow of the fireplace, and the exquisite pendant, made of interwoven silver and crystal, was placed peacefully next to the coffee cup, with an inscription on the back, the author of which was unknown.

——вечный.

eternal.

35. Xilin doesn't want her mother to hate her.

2000 1 Month 4 Day.

Russia, Siberia.

For this land covered in white snow, winter has become an indispensable part of its culture, recorded in folk tales and poems, like the polyphony hidden in music and the chords in guitar music, a gift.

The snowscape here stretches to the edge of heaven and earth, cleansing everything with a fairytale-like clarity and gentleness. In this permafrost zone, the snow-covered forest not far away is only interspersed with a very small amount of green. The towering trees are covered with white snow, and the dark brown branches intertwine like beacons leading to an ancient castle.

The girl's empty eyes reflected the scene. Her thin clothes, stained with bright red, swayed in the strong wind. Her bare feet sank into the soft yet hard snow, like a young snow fox teetering on the verge of collapsing completely in the frigid environment of tens of degrees below zero, never to wake up again.

Yet she felt no fear of it; even though her skin and feet were frozen red, she seemed to lose all empathy for her senses before she completely lost consciousness.

Memories of the past are like tattered poems, and past experiences are like mottled mirrors.

—Cirin.

This is the first memory to surface in the chaotic consciousness.

That is, her name.

The girl's violet-like hair swayed in the wind, and as she recalled her name, a spark ignited in her golden pupils, seemingly dispelling the obscure chaos within.

What follows is a powerful emotional experience that rips through the soul like a blender.

—Hate.

Even a single word can encompass the origins of many tragedies.

But what exactly is it that I hate?

In her confusion, she seemed to have returned to a long, long time ago: the poverty of her family, her father's alcoholism, the laughter of gamblers, and her mother who bravely faced the evils of the world and protected her as a child.

Broken glass beads, torn teddy bears, a fireplace piled high with garbage, and the constant violence and contempt...

Yet that woman, with her slender figure, gentle nature, and clearly frail health, single-handedly shouldered everything that prevented children from laughing, striving to ensure that she too could have the love that was so thin and insignificant to other children.

Celine was unaware that her village was a remote place almost completely isolated from the outside world and its laws. The people there were ignorant and cruel, and there were no schools or police stations. The only connection they had with the outside world was a local post office.

Despite the constant beatings and verbal abuse from that villain who didn't deserve to be called a father, the young girl still realized that her mother had been forcibly trafficked to this "home".

For more than a decade, she was imprisoned, humiliated, and bullied, and was even forced to give birth to a daughter for her enemy.

Despite the twisted relationship that would lead to hatred extending to everything connected to the family, her mother remained very gentle with her.

She would patiently teach herself to read and write, read bedtime stories when she had free time, quietly describe what the outside world was like, and occasionally show a girlish smile to praise herself for being cute.

she says:

"Sooner or later, Mom will take Celine away from here, and we'll go somewhere where the bad guys can't find us anymore."

"So, Mom would secretly save money, and as long as she sent a mail to another place, someone would come to rescue Celine."

"Then... we'll be able to live a happy life."

she says:

"Mom has already mailed the email. Xilin, remember to take good care of this bag. There's some money and food inside. You have to hide it here well for the next few days, okay?"

"It's too small here. Mom will hide somewhere else, so you have to stay here and not go out. It will be a week at most before someone comes to pick us up."

My mother spoke with unwavering conviction, her face beaming with joy, as if she had truly seen hope of escaping hell and was overjoyed by it.

Ciel trusted her mother's words and chose to stay in that basement.

However, the long period of confinement blurred the passage of time, and she became increasingly anxious. In the end, she did not listen to her mother and opened the door on the third night. While her alcoholic father was fast asleep, she quietly returned to that home.

and then?

My memory ends here.

But the ever-growing hatred seemed to be gnawing at the bones of his body, burning an inextinguishable fire in his chest cavity. Layers of double images and crimson flashed across his retina, speaking for the emotions born from this in place of the past.

The girl felt no cold, nor did she care why she had come here. Only pure hatred and rage tempered her consciousness, guiding the Qi of Heaven and Earth that gradually spread between her flesh and blood, thus slowly changing her frail body bit by bit.

Celine murmured:

"Such heavy snow."

This is just like...

No matter how filthy it may be, it will be buried in the vast soil by this endless white expanse, turning into ancient history, and never to exist again.

How could that be?

Those filth should never be buried; they should be burned to ashes in the eyes of the world to pay off all the debts owed.

In a daze, the girl thought of these things, and all the emotions that were pent up in her consciousness seemed to be about to take this opportunity to materialize and completely connect with that great consciousness in the dark.

For some reason, the image of my mother reading poetry in the warm orange light lingered in my mind, refusing to fade away.

Whether it's her gentle eyebrows and eyes, her fingertips lightly touching the pages of the book, or the light emanating from her lowered eyes, she is like an undying star in the night.

she says:

The world has kissed me with pain, but I will repay it with song.

Celine stared silently at the white tower at the edge of her vision, the fire in her chest dissipating and dying out, replaced by a more intense surge of emotion.

The girl subconsciously knew that these things would eventually come back, yet she still clung to things she didn't know why she was clinging to.

"Cilin doesn't want her mother to hate her."

She muttered to herself as she staggered into a grove of spruce trees.

Xilin sat down against a tree, closed her eyes, and prepared to rest her tired body and mind in the absence of a campfire. The lullaby her mother used to lull her to sleep came to her ears, and her consciousness gradually sank into a hazy state, as if she had returned to a time before everything happened, and she fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, the morning light was gentle.

The girl was like a snow fairy, surrounded by all sorts of animals: wolves from the snowfield, small snow foxes, polar bears big enough to hug, and cute rabbits and squirrels.

She smiled as she nestled close to these animals with their empty eyes, completely unaware of the truth, only whispering contentedly and happily:

“Cilyn, and friends.”

"It's not... nothing at all."

...

...

2000 1 Month 14 Day.

Siberia A-81 military supply depot.

Amidst the howling wind and snow, the soldiers on guard duty stood silently in the nearby area, wearing heavy coats and holding their guns.

This is a heavily guarded military fortress located on the pass near the Tower of Babylon, responsible for supplying materials and providing troop support to the research institute within.

The main task is to screen out monsters that are occasionally born from the partial leakage of Honkai energy due to experiments, drive away some beasts that may be corrupted by Honkai energy into demons and keep them away from the surrounding area, while preventing believers of the Honkai God and people who accidentally come to the vicinity from entering this place.

The research conducted here carries certain risks, and the presence of a doctor who enjoys conducting bizarre experiments makes the occasional terrifying events even more severe and unpredictable. Therefore, building the Tower of Babel in such a remote area, even within Siberia, was indeed a wise decision.

Therefore, the soldiers here have extremely high requirements for Honkai energy resistance. They must reach at least 300HW to be able to stay in this environment for a long time without being severely eroded by Honkai energy and avoid becoming self-destructive suicide soldiers.

They also undergo shift-based physical examinations at fixed intervals and are injected with the latest anti-collapse agents to prevent cracks from breaking through the internal defenses.

Lomonrosov switched the heavy gun to his other hand and weighed it, then adjusted the warm hat on his head. He squinted his azure eyes and gazed into the distance, where a gigantic white square tower, seemingly reaching straight to the clouds, stood perfectly still.

This place symbolizes humanity's hope.

The bear-like strong man muttered these thoughts to himself, straightened his back a bit, took out a bottle of high-proof vodka from his pocket, took a sip, and felt the cold liquor burn like fire as it went down his throat, spreading warmth throughout his body and making his body, which had been standing in the wind and snow for so long, feel warm.

Lomonrosov forced himself to refocus his mind, which had become numb from the dullness of his time, and to watch out for any strange objects in the vast snow nearby.

Although Honkai Beasts or other enemies are rarely seen in the daily snowstorms, and the detection instruments in the military facilities can issue timely warnings, the research results that are emerging in the Tower of Babylon are of great significance to all mankind, and no relaxation or slackness is allowed.

—Anti-Halogenation Vaccine.

Once this research truly takes root, even those with extremely weak resistance to Honkai energy will be able to reach the minimum threshold of not being directly turned to ashes by the Honkai tide.

The soldiers who were qualified to serve at this supply depot all knew just how terrifying the natural disaster known as the Collapse truly was.