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

"Avoid it."

"Do not avoid it."

"Avoid it."

"Do not avoid it."

Although she herself didn't care much about the result in a certain sense, she strangely had a fondness for this childish approach.

However, considering that this person was a good friend of Su Muxi for several years even without any memory of her, it is normal for some strange negative effects to occur.

When the girl came to her senses and realized what she had done, she snapped her fingers with a cold look in her eyes. The petals scattered on the ground and the flower branch in her hand melted into dark shadows and disappeared into the surging special Honkai energy.

Möbius sighed, habitually pulled up his experimental diary, and began to record his increasingly strange behavior, which was different from before, and to analyze it step by step in order to find a solution.

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Time flies, and it's already 2003.

It was April 7th, which was springtime.

But for the Destiny Headquarters, which overlooks the world from high above like the eye of a giant, the passage of seasons seems unclear.

Su Qing'an was in a secret laboratory in the First Alley, surrounded by a pure white halo of light, the power of what appeared to be the Black Abyss White Flower washing over him.

The boy did not continue to focus his attention on the naked, immature bodies in the incubation chambers. He simply continued to activate his powers as planned, while calmly flipping through the experimental diaries that Otto had recorded over the years in accordance with the hints of the Manas Consciousness.

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Secret Records of Destiny K423.

On January 4, 2000, the Herrscher of the Void appeared in Siberia. It is said that he ended the battle in 17 seconds, extracted the core, and took away the Herrscher body that had regained human consciousness—Sirin.

On the day of the incident, the Herrscher of the Void core was given to Schicksal by Chaoxian as a gift. This was an indispensable part of my plan to resurrect Kallen, which makes me wonder if the other party has guessed something.

The following day, Sirin's mother, a woman who, according to the Destiny's investigation, had undoubtedly been dead for some time, was brought back to life under the white flowers of the Black Abyss. According to rigorous testing and questionnaires, her memories were intact.

[This is different from Liesel Albert Einstein's "resurrection" less than half an hour after he lost vital signs; this is a true return of the deceased.]

[The powers of a mortal Herrscher must have limits. If this is a true resurrection that preserves the spirit and self, does it prove that the immortal has mastered the method to observe and revive souls?]

[Or perhaps I've always misunderstood the Herrscher of Death's powers; could it actually not only control cells but also truly bring back departed souls?]

[If that's the case... perhaps besides that plan, there are other ways to bring Kallen back: try to take back the Black Abyss White Flower, or negotiate directly with that person. This is currently a contingency plan.]

[But that person chose to take Sirin away and entrusted the core of the Herrscher of the Void to Schicksal. Perhaps he knows more than I think.]

[But regardless, I need a Herrscher of the Void that I can control. Even if that immortal seems to possess related abilities, the vision of bringing the Saintess back to the world cannot be entrusted to anyone else.]

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On March 7, 2000, I selected the most suitable prototype to house this core—Kiana Kaslana.

However, the appearance of Anti-Entropy and Chaoxian made it impossible for Schicksal to bear the risk of losing another S-class combatant. In order not to affect that plan and not to let the power balance of the world order be disrupted again, they had no choice but to settle for second best and choose to conduct cloning experiments using Kiana's genes.

I believe that the superior genes combining the bloodlines of Kaslana and Schariac are qualified to bear the core of the Herrscher of the Void.

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On March 6, 2001, the Second Honkai Impact officially began. The results of the Babylon Laboratory were deployed ahead of schedule in Siberia. The ongoing battle against environmental erosion, according to current estimates, will stabilize and come to an end in three months. The plan to create the Herrscher is still in its initial stage.

On June 9, 2001, the aftermath of the Second Honkai Impact 6rd was completely quelled, and Sirin, the former Herrscher prototype, officially enrolled at St. Freya Academy.

That person seemed to value this girl highly; from this perspective, attempting to create a test subject was indeed a wise choice.

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On January 9, 2002, all 562 experimental subjects from series A to J failed. To possess both the Honkai nature inherent in the Herrscher core and intelligence and spirituality no less than that of ordinary people, overcoming certain difficulties and obstacles was still necessary.

[From what we've seen so far, the experimental experience gained from Theresa is difficult to apply to the plan for creating artificial Herrschers, and the experiment is still progressing slowly.]

I think Theresa's birth was a miracle, and perhaps... the current experiments still need to wait for the next miracle to arrive.

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On April 3, 2003, the experimental subject designated K423 perfectly absorbed the core of the Herrscher of the Void.

If the process of creating experimental subjects is considered a painter's long journey, then perhaps K423 is the ultimate masterpiece created by exhausting all inspiration and luck to date. Her Honkai energy is almost identical to Kiana's, the only thing lacking... is the finishing touch of a soul.

I need a miracle, a miracle that can bring a golden soul back from the depths of filth and baseness.

Only in this way can the initial foundation for changing the past be laid.

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Su Qing'an closed the experiment diary.

The bishop's three-year journey was largely in line with his expectations.

It is worth mentioning, however, that this body, which can perfectly contain the core of the Herrscher of the Void, has no connection with him.

In order to test whether the world's corrective force would continue to affect Kiana, who was originally the "protagonist," he deliberately chose to let Otto conduct his experiments on his own without interfering in any way.

The answer can be found from the fact that the appropriate individual's code name is K423.

In other words, even though Sirin's soul and consciousness are not within this core, the script curve in the world record still chooses to proceed towards the originally predetermined outcome, attempting to guide the person she knows into the world.

The information contained is substantial, but for him at this stage, it is all good news.

While not afraid to go against the current, there's no need to go to great lengths if you can go with the wind.

Su Qing'an glanced at the blond man next to her. This bishop of destiny was sitting in his office chair, seemingly resting with his eyes closed. It seemed that even with his Soul Steel body, he would still feel tired due to the accumulated mental strain.

Now that things have come to this, the script and cause and effect that he needed the bishop to complete have all been completed.

In other words, even if Otto's obsession is resolved at this point, it will not cause an irreversible change in the world line he hopes to reach.

Su Qing'an lowered his eyes, his hand holding a strange metal he had just taken from the Hall of Souls. Its color was shimmering with golden arcs of light, and inside was Karen's sleeping soul. In addition, the saintess's physical data and blood and genes had been preserved in Destiny, so resurrection was no longer difficult.

He said softly:

"Get a good night's sleep."

"Using Karen's resurrection as compensation for the repeated manipulation of consciousness by the Manas consciousness is not too bad."

After the boy finished speaking, he casually crushed the metal in his hand, letting the soul that had been dormant for five hundred years gradually break free from the ignorance and chaos, and begin to regain its original wisdom and spirituality.

On the other hand, the powers that had already been deployed were fully prepared.

A gentle white light enveloped a silver box, within which the genetic information and frozen flesh and blood protruded like branches as the rules were activated, and the corresponding codes and structures unfolded on their own in the radiance of miracle.

This scene seemed to depict the evolution and reincarnation of species, fast-forwarding everything to the arrival of the result. In just a few breaths, a graceful body in its nascent form began to merge with the corresponding soul, and as the body continued to grow, it completely returned to a complete life form.

"almost."

Su Qing'an muttered to himself that reviving Kallen was not difficult. Compared to the process of piecing together the soul map, it could be described as effortless.

So at this point, after he had roughly sculpted the prototype of Otto's wife like Nuwa, he almost completely let go of her, allowing the genetic sequence and flesh form to grow wildly within the established framework, and focused all his attention back on the clone in the incubation chamber.

A month had passed since K423 was born, and it took three days to fuse with the core of the Herrscher of the Void. The natural depiction of the Soul Map had begun at the beginning, but in recent days it had fallen into a kind of stagnation, with progress slowing down to almost zero.

Half an hour ago, Su Qing'an used the Black Abyss White Flower to create a clone that met the specifications of life with his bare hands. He then used this rule to draw out pure soul particles and actively used them as materials to participate in the process of the other party's consciousness truly being born.

That invisible corrective force assisted this move of exploiting loopholes in the rules, allowing the complete soul map to gradually descend into the world.

time flies.

An hour later, the newly resurrected saintess was in a state of semi-consciousness. Her slender figure and fair skin were concealed by the white lab coat in the laboratory. Her azure eyes were still closed, but her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she might wake up at any moment.

Su Qing'an glanced at it and set the time for Karen to regain consciousness to be thirty seconds before Otto woke up.

He turned to look at the body in the incubation chamber that had successfully nurtured a familiar soul, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

From the meticulous calculations made decades ago to the present day, the familiar faces have finally arrived as scheduled.

After that, the real future will begin.

The girl in the incubation chamber opened her eyes in confusion. Through the hazy glow of the fireflies and the rippling water, she saw Su Qing'an standing in front of her.

The face was indistinct, yet it still provided a great sense of security and comfort.

At that moment, the girl stared intently at the man's face, and for some reason, she became certain of something in her heart.

He is laughing.

The man's lips moved, giving this blank soul its first impression of this world.

"Artemis".

"This will be your name from now on."

The boy lowered his eyes, banishing his lingering thoughts of the past, and met those pure, azure eyes. A wave of consciousness washed over him, causing the girl to blink wearily and slowly drift back into sleep.

And in the very end.

That person's whisper fell into my heart like spring rain:

"I still really like your white hair."

See you later.

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This was a very bizarre dream.

The man seemed to have returned to that summer five hundred years ago, when the bright sunlight shone down from the canopy of the banyan tree, illuminating the edges of his face. In the distance stretched an endless grassland, undulating with the wind. A family's handmade toy airplane, like a kite with a broken string, was freed from its restraints and soared freely under the azure sky.

Otto leaned against the banyan tree that had accompanied him through spring, summer, autumn and winter, dozing off as if slightly tipsy. He was enjoying the feeling of being immersed in the moment for the first time in a long time. It wasn't until the wind blew through the hair of the people around him, letting the white hair tips brush past his ears and create a tingling sensation, that he belatedly opened his eyes.

The young boy looked down at his tender hands, the fragrance of soil and grass still lingering in his nostrils. His expression was stiff, and he slowly turned his head, only to see the saintess who had died five hundred years ago.

She is still a child, her innocent face revealing her childishness, her bright red lips glistening, her pure white hair braided into cute pigtails, and her long eyelashes shattering the arcs of light, as if breaking a bottle of memories and time, letting the fleeting years collapse into the boundless sea, telling an immortal poem.