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

The boy's expression was enigmatic. He reached out to touch her long hair, but stopped halfway. His turquoise eyes lowered, shimmering with light, and he whispered:

"Karen..."

But... the dream was shattered.

Ottofor looked intently at the toy airplane that had fallen onto the grass in the distance and understood the answer.

Then, a dazzling light came into view, stripping the person of their appearance and warmth.

He understood that he would eventually have to spend the rest of his life making amends for the crimes and mistakes he had committed.

The man awoke from this strange dream. He silently opened his eyes and looked at the experimental diary that was still stuck on that page. His expression was a mixture of complexity and nostalgia, but he was unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"Otto".

Otto's body stiffened as if struck by an electric current. In a flash, he could only recognize that the familiar voice was a lingering illusion, a phantom of longing, yet it still seemed to overlap with his childhood self in the dream. He slowly turned his head.

And so, the saintess who left this world five hundred years ago came into view once again.

The girl's smile was so bright; her white hair, as white as moonlight, and her azure eyes remained unchanged, radiating a heartwarming steadfastness and persistence, yet also revealing an indescribable tenderness. She smiled as she recited, adding a comma to the story of their reunion after five hundred years:

"Long time no see, my... great inventor."

This is the story of the saint and the fool, a story that is not yet over.

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...

The day.

The Tianming branch, a villa.

Su Qing'an bid farewell to Siegfried and Cecilia. He glanced at the snowball sleeping in the white-haired woman's arms, but couldn't say anything more. He simply stroked the child's white hair and turned to leave.

Throughout the entire process, he never used his Manas consciousness on the couple. For this kind and upright couple, all he needed to do was tell them part of the truth and let the current Bishop of Destiny take the blame, and they could achieve their goal without any obstacles.

Artemis was officially adopted by the couple and publicly declared to be Kiana's half-sister.

Given their personalities and character, and considering their life experiences which are drastically different from the normal timeline, these sisters must have had complete childhoods.

The boy understood that even with a different name, for the Kiana he knew, the timeline he had been reset to was much gentler than her original life experience.

Meanwhile, Bronya's family environment was also under continuous monitoring. Based on the current development, due to the butterfly effect of the second Honkai outbreak being greatly reduced in scale, the couple's safety was no longer in question.

As Su Qing'an walked along the bank of the river in the Jiangnan town, he looked up at the azure sky and felt a sense of openness in his heart.

It was as if, after resolving a knot in one's heart and a constraint, one had truly opened the door to the flow of time, and from then on, there was nothing left to worry about.

[Unknown Gene Awakening Level: 97.191%]

The young man glanced at the personal panel that was gradually blurring with the passage of time, and in a daze, he realized the answers to some questions. He murmured to himself:

"Dimensional ascension?"

Su Qing'an slightly curled her lips, no longer paying much attention to it.

For me now, all I need to do is integrate into my current life, drift along with my wife through the ups and downs of life, and watch the tides rise and fall. That is enough to love the long, seemingly endless years.

As for other things and answers, they are no longer important.

"Xiao Su, there's cotton candy for sale over there!"

The boy, holding the white sparrow that was hitting its head with its wings, smiled helplessly and whispered:

"Okay, okay, I'll buy it for you."

But in an instant, a similar yet unfamiliar voice came:

"Junxuan, there's cotton candy for sale over there!"

Su Qing'an turned around in a daze, only to see a middle-aged couple, who still looked childlike, walking towards him through the vast mountains and seas, chatting and laughing as they passed by.

As the boy watched their retreating figures, a strange and indescribable emotion welled up in his chest.

Joy, sorrow, remembrance, melancholy, relief...

Now, he has changed the course of many things, whether by choice or by force.

This allowed her to see Nishikujo Sara, who was still a student at St. Freya Academy and whose acting and behavior were quite immature; she also saw Murata Himeko, who had a harmonious family and was striving to become a Ph.D. in physics.

At this very moment, amidst the misty rain of Jiangnan, he also saw Chen Junxuan, who had been married to his childhood sweetheart for a long time, and was now strolling peacefully through the streets with her.

Su Qing'an felt a mix of emotions, but these complex feelings suddenly melted away, giving him the motivation to move forward.

Urged on by Bai Que'er, the boy walked toward the cotton candy stall.

He thought,

Time may pass, but the old friends remain.

Even when relationships and emotions are misaligned, something invaluable will always remain.

From now on, though the mountains are high and the roads are long, I only ask that my passion remain undiminished.

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2005 3 Month 16 Day.

Japan, Kanagawa.

This is the most beautiful time of the cherry blossoms. The pink and white petals fall gently to the side of the girl's ear, and then drift away in the wind as someone patiently combs them with their fingers, appearing very gentle.

Her clear eyes, filled with a mixture of smiles and gentle warmth, gazed at the family enjoying a happy time under the cherry blossom trees in the distance, and she said softly:

"Did you see what you wanted to see?"

Su Qingan silently counted the names that had once appeared in her mind.

Kanbara Shuichi, Kambara Yu, Kitahara Nobu...

He said softly:

"Yes, without the power left behind by the Herrscher of Corruption, they were spared the calamity of Honkai and are doing very well."

In this timeline, Sakura and Rei, who never died, went to another world to carry out the unknown Spark Project, which eroded the Herrscher's legacy and interference, erasing it from its roots in the past.

In this era, there was neither Yae Sakura nor Yae Rin. The living dolls and ignorant priests of Kambara Village naturally lost their space to survive, and the corresponding tragedies were strangled in the long river of time.

The man who once wielded the Divine Blade and was willing to change his destiny with his own life has finally been qualified to be a good father in another way.

Fu Hua knew the story behind it all and understood the relief in the hearts of those around her. She felt a sense of joy for them as well, but when she saw the message that suddenly came from the terminal, her smile became even brighter:

"Kevin said he would marry Dr. Mei in a week."

She asked:

"Did you say something to him? Dr. Mei has only recently regained consciousness, and I feel that the progress should not be this fast."

Su Qing'an was not surprised by this, and simply replied in a calm tone:

"This is the price for helping him escape from the Sea of ​​Quanta and for waking Mei up."

Ever since he obtained the other party's exact coordinates from Mebius, he had had similar thoughts in his mind.

The two had been locked in a stalemate for over 50,000 years. In the past, there was a crisis of human civilization facing extinction, but now it was a rare period of peace and prosperity. Without the obstacles of the past, there was naturally no need to feel hesitant about escalating their relationship.

So a year ago, after bringing the other party back to their original world, he proposed this rather strange deal.

Kevin agreed.

So as long as there are no problems with Mei, the wedding will proceed surprisingly quickly.

Now it seems that perhaps that doctor had been looking forward to this scene for a long time.

Fu Hua continued to ask:

Where is Seele?

"I heard from Lixue that you've found her. Aren't you going to bring her back?"

Su Qing'an curled her lips and smiled, saying:

"I miss her very much."

“But a complete family is a treasure that Seele has never had before, so I hope she can spend her childhood in the arms of her own blood relatives.”

"As for what happens after that, I will send her the admission letter to St. Freya Academy when she reaches a certain age."

The boy accepted a cherry blossom petal, lowered his eyes in relief, and whispered:

"There will always be opportunities to meet and connect again in the future."

As the wind rises and the flowers fall, the rustling sounds rise and fall like the tide.

The two people under the tree had vanished without a trace.

distance,

Shuichi Kanbara, holding his wife and daughter's hands, turned back as if guided by a divine inspiration. His eyes were met with cherry blossoms falling in the wind. He felt a strange sense of warmth lingering there, and momentarily lost in thought, he smiled and said:

"There's a fireworks display tonight, let's go together."

There are beautiful fireworks, cute goldfish, konpeito (Japanese candy) that will rot children's teeth, and... a future that will bring happiness for a very long time.

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2005 6 Month 11 Day.

Himeko Murata blinked her sleepy eyes as the distant sky gradually brightened, revealing a clear, deep blue expanse.

The girl and her friends gazed at the rising sun over San Francisco, their eyes reflecting the azure sea and the distant horizon, which was shrouded in a gradual arc of light as the sun rose.

She is eighteen years old now, the prime of her life.

For some reason, the moment I saw the sunrise, the drowsiness I had just woken up vanished like smoke. In an instant, it was as if the beauty of the past and the future were coming one after another like white horses, intertwining with each other at a strange dividing line, like a birthday blessing.

Himeko Murata recalled the winding, undulating roads of Lambert Street.

She once rode the motorcycle her father had given her, embracing the summer air there, and also smiled as she gazed at the distant Bay Bridge and Coit Tower from the highest point, watching the bustling traffic.

She once encountered white doves soaring high in Victoria Square, her pure white skirt dampened by the cool spring water, transparent droplets cascading down her beautiful legs; she also once held up a letter from her mother to the sunlight under the birch trees outside the classroom window, her eyes crinkling as she absorbed the warmth and love within.

I am very happy now.