Come and See-The Life of Someone Named Seele Fulei

Su Qing'an is not easy to deal with.

Even though it is far inferior to the Herrscher of Domination with Sequence Number 10 in terms of raw power, the [Stigmata] absorbs the power of the Honkai Energy phenomenon, and with the feather that extends the range of this power, it is already troublesome enough.

To put it bluntly, even an omnipotent entity like the power of [Domination] cannot escape the fact that it is essentially driven by Honkai Energy.

The [Domination] threads, which can be attributed to the Honkai Energy phenomenon, even if they bind every part of the boy's flesh and blood, will have their interference completely absorbed by the [Stigmata], turning into pure Honkai Energy storage, and becoming soldiers under his command, carving out a magnificent scene of iron horses and icy rivers.

However powerful and unreasonable the effects of the [Stigmata] may be, since its essential abilities have become common knowledge, it is not considered a superfluous obstacle in Christianne's eyes.

Rather, this seemingly absolute defense is sometimes the fatal flaw.

Su Qing'an had many solutions to the arrival and erosion of the control threads, but compared to trying to get rid of them by absorbing the [Stigmata], using the power of the Black Abyss White Flower was still somewhat meaningful.

At least this made him aware of the current situation where his powers were unusable, and indirectly gave him an understanding of some of the enemy's capabilities.

If he chooses the former, Su Qing'an will soon understand just how vast the difference is between the Imaginary Space permission of Sequence Number 10 and the carrying capacity of the [Stigmata].

His failure to become Fusion Warrior meant he was a version behind in the game, having been fully invested in Ancient Gold. Even with the skill to maximize the utilization of scattered Honkai Energy to 1000%, he had no chance against the overwhelming difference in power.

Su Qing'an understood very well that even if he reached the fourth realm of the Void Sword Qi, the Honkai Energy and permission he could control was still inferior to that of his opponent.

This is the limit determined by nature.

The pure realm of emptiness cannot make up for the innate gap. Only by sublimating the sword heart and reaching the Manas consciousness can one ignore the mortal body and reach a realm close to the gods with a weak human body.

If given a choice, the young man would not wish to enter the Void Realm.

This is an unconscious aversion and disgust, as if it were not the road to invincibility, but a lonely shore that only the sorrowful would seek.

The closer one gets to that level, the more sensitive one's intuition becomes, and the more easily similar emotions are generated.

Su Qing'an did not resolve the knot in her heart from that day, but after experiencing the great dream bestowed upon her by the Herrscher Consciousness, her Clear Mirror Sword Heart still approached perfection.

The Realm of the Great Void is no longer out of reach.

For example, right now.

The storm, maintained by willpower, continued to repel external interference, igniting magnificent flames and drifting dark blue clouds, but the entire [theater] domain still treated it as nothing, causing the force field to be abruptly applied to the body.

The power of [Domination] then seeped into the whole body, like dust that could not be shaken off, and in an instant it was implanted into the bone marrow, spreading into the limbs and bones. Plant-like threads intersected and wrapped in the flesh and blood, as if treating this body as an interesting playground, joyfully weaving a wild and unrestrained picture.

The existence of the [Stigmata] was not meaningless, but without Su Muxi as a vessel to bear Honkai Energy, its resistance collapsed almost instantly.

Su Qing'an could sense that the capacity of the [Stigmata] was forced to be filled in an instant, followed by a stinging pain like being pricked by needles. This pain spread to every corner of his nerves as his consciousness became hazy, making him understand his current situation.

The process of gene fusion continues slowly, yet one's own life is suddenly out of one's control.

The boy's expression remained indifferent. His attitude seemed strange in this day and age; despite his life being in someone else's hands, he showed no sign of surprise or fear.

Those dark eyes stared straight ahead, as if they were seeing a potential enemy through the dazzling fireworks, their detachment carrying a chilling glint.

In the split second between life and death, he vaguely realized that the path to that next level was only a few steps that he himself was unwilling to take.

Su Qing'an could advance into the Great Void, and in a moment he could comprehend the [Sword God], embarking on the same path as Fuxi. At that time, he could either turn the entire Haiyuan City into his palm or cut it into dust as small as a mustard seed in the blink of an eye.

Killing it would be an easy task.

As this bizarre judgment welled up in his chest, he, who was already indifferent to life and death, naturally found it difficult to show any extra emotion.

But we can't do that.

The feelings of disgust, or even fear, dissolved into deep regret and sorrow, which came rushing in like a thousand troops as the boy came to understand the situation, drowning all his concerns in this sudden and immense emptiness.

But at this point, he felt somewhat relaxed.

The Path of Sincerity.

The state of being that I attained after reaching perfection in the Clear Mirror Sword Heart allowed me to know a lot of information that I cannot understand now.

To become a god.

To become an existence on par with that god.

To become a truly invincible warrior.

Is this truly a necessary condition for achieving the best possible outcome?

Su Qing'an couldn't find a definite answer; perhaps communicating with Fuxi could clear up some of his doubts.

Click, click.

That was the sound of wood being forcibly mixed together, a sound that made one's teeth ache and was unbearable.

Exquisite dolls were constructed amidst this noisy and bizarre jumble of objects. Lifted by transparent threads, she made a strange gesture, seemingly a greeting, her mechanically stiff lips parting to reveal a terrifying smile.

"Welcome to Christianne's Grand Theater, Mr. Su Qing'an."

Su Qing'an remained unmoved upon hearing this. His gaze lingered on the doll's empty eye sockets for a few seconds before following the source of the threads to the ceiling.

The surrounding area is filled with silk threads like a waterfall, as if there is a wider realm above, where the fine threads, like transparent curtains, penetrate the matter and cascade down here.

The puppet was the one who knew the existence of all the loose ends.

It's not the theater itself, but the theater.

Why can this power interfere with oneself without a medium? Given the strange location that isolates one from the outside world, the reason is easy to find.

Through perception and judgment, the theater itself is the embodiment of power, so within it, the steps that require silk threads as a medium to exert power in the outside world are completely omitted.

The outcome was decided the instant the Soul Steel Tower was enveloped and swallowed up.

There is an overwhelming information gap between the two.

Su Qing'an was in the metamorphosis period of gene fusion, and was already in a daze, unable to move her body, and Udu-dust was not by her side.

Christianne's raw strength far surpassed his, and she even created a naturally advantageous terrain near the Soul Steel Tower to launch a surprise attack, maximizing her advantage.

This outcome was not unexpected for Christianne from the beginning; in fact, it would be laughable if it failed under such circumstances.

Killing Su Qing'an was not her goal.

Although the Honkai Consciousness desperately wanted him dead, what did that have to do with Christianne?

The rights and status this person possesses within modern civilization, and even Flora's barely concealed desire for him, are far more important than his own life.

Due to the missionary incident, there are currently only two humans in this world who can get close to Dr. Mei.

Kevin Kaslana, Su Qing'an.

The former is Dr. Mei's bodyguard, while the latter is someone the other party trusts.

Who could have imagined that Su Qing'an, with her powerful and unique soul, and possessing half of the power to protect her, would be controlled by enemies from the Honkai side?

This isn't a logical dead end, but rather an irrational fantasy.

But if we can do that, killing Mei with the help of the other party will be a piece of cake.

Christianne didn't want to kill Mei outright. She learned from Fu Hua's memories that Mei had placed the genetic data of the first few hundred Fusion Warrior in the database and used it to develop a drug that could cause genes to become disordered and collapse.

As long as this person is also under her control, Mei won't need to fight that monster head-on; she can figure out a way to deal with Kevin herself.

A thousand-mile dike can be destroyed by an ant hole.

Su Qing'an is the only breakthrough point.

If you handle all the cleanup properly, you will be in control of the world.

Human scheming and plotting are useful, but the combination of wisdom and strength is the greatest weapon.

Christianne was fortunate enough to encounter a missionary shortly after birth. After manipulating him to acquire some of his ideas and knowledge, she realized that she was far more troublesome than a regular Herrscher.

Compared to the actions of the original Thousand Herrscher in the previous timeline, Christianne's current actions seem like those of a naive and foolish child.

Subtly assessing Mei's current situation and instantly bringing all its sub-entities under its control can be considered an effective approach.

But what about those who are scattered across thousands of places, causing disturbances and carrying out random assassinations?

She was not angry at the enemy's almost indifferent response; such emotions are hard to come by once all her consciousnesses converge into a single, complete self.

This means that the framework of "Christianne" has been torn apart, and she can only be placed as an ornament in the attic that holds countless personality frameworks, but her emotions can no longer be interfered with.

Christianne found this strange.

The silk threads seeped into the body, tempering the bones, entangled the knots of emotion, and surrounded it in countless ways.

Given the human anatomy and nervous system, this suffering should be considered unbearable.

After initially acquiring relevant knowledge about the human body from human consciousness, she thought that using this method to grind down the other party's consciousness would facilitate the erosion of her power.

But as things stand, this is completely meaningless to Su Qing'an.

Fearless of death and pain.

From the perspective of the party seeking to manipulate its consciousness, such a person is undoubtedly very difficult to deal with.

Although under the combined power of [bewitchment], [consciousness], and [domination], even the most resilient will and soul can only succumb to self-destruction, it is not a bad thing to save some energy.

The doll tilted her head, smiling as she watched the magnificent flames and storms around the figure before her suddenly dissipate. Her limbs, manipulated by the threads, slowly reversed in a way that defied human joints. Then, she snapped her fingers and gave the command.

The boy's two dark, mercury-like eyes were half-closed due to uncontrollable drowsiness, but the threads that had stopped inside his body continued to spread and meander, reaching the surface of his eyeballs and wrapping around and covering his dark pupils.

The faint Honkai Energy suddenly trembled, and the chilling cold transformed into tangible frost, gradually deepening on the surface of those eyes, rendering their original color into a wondrous frost-white with a texture like glass.

Christianne struck the perfect balance; if she had simply destroyed the eyeball, freezing the nerves and causing a loss of pain sensation, she wouldn't have achieved her original goal. But what she did was just right.

That's very interesting.

"You can't see anymore, right?" Her whisper seemed to linger in my ear, incredibly alluring.

Su Qing'an had no reaction to this, as if the person whose vision was taken away and who suffered such pain was not him, but someone else completely unrelated to him.

The enemy did not choose to kill him, either out of a twisted sense of humor or because there was a greater benefit to be gained by keeping him alive.

Given the mindset of beings from the Honkai side, the so-called benefits are self-evident.

The chances of killing the opponent are very low. The [Stigmata] is in a state of constant forced overflow, and those threads are constantly dissolving into the body, ensuring that this ability to absorb Honkai Energy is useless.

[Chiyou Gene (9.83)]

The only chance of winning is to enter the Soul State and escape the current predicament of being controlled by the body, but due to the unstoppable rapid transformation of his genes, he has even been stripped of the means to enter the Soul State.

Even after achieving physical freedom, one must completely cleave the building apart to win.

Based on the current maximum output without using the Divine Key, unless the Fusion Gene directly surpasses the maximum value, it is completely absurd to think that one sword can cut through this theater.

In conclusion, all Su Qing'an could do was wait for rescue.

Regardless of whether the Soul Steel Tower disappears or is obscured in any form, Prometheus and the facilities there can detect the situation immediately.

But since this Herrscher who called herself Christianne was so well-prepared, he had reason to suspect that she had other tricks up her sleeve, and if nothing unexpected happened, he was probably in grave danger.

The boy's indifferent expression froze the doll's smile. His eyes, frozen like frost, were lowered, maintaining a half-closed nonchalance and indifference. Yet, he was so handsome that it accentuated his otherworldly and exquisite beauty.

This kind of emotion and attitude, which seems to arise only when the positions are reversed, is truly unpleasant.

It's like being a prisoner, the one whose life is not in one's own hands, the one who holds the power of imprisonment and life and death.

Su Qing'an's neck was long and slender, as smooth and warm as jade, with hanging silk ribbons crisscrossing on it. As the doll's fingertips lifted slightly, his posture of being forced to raise his face made his Adam's apple appear even more prominent.

This is a humiliating act, akin to training a dog, and a symbol of sovereignty.

But there were no emotions.

Christianne has a high degree of autonomy over the bodies she controls. Although she cannot see through their thoughts, it is not difficult for her to perceive emotional fluctuations.

The waves that were seen resembled a lifeless ocean, or a silent abyss.

No matter how much you stare or tease, you can't get the response you want.

If the other person were born with an emotional deficiency disorder or a pure personality disorder, that would be one thing, but according to the information Flora provided, Su Qing'an had long since overcome this stage. His emotional function was no different from that of ordinary people, and he was even more likely to have empathy.

Christianne sifted through all the things the boy had done in this life in her mind, and suddenly grasped the key point. She realized that the fluctuations in those emotions and empathy were all directed at others, which were typical altruistic actions.

Su Qing'an may have imperfections, but these imperfections have never been related to his treatment of others or the world.

She smiled, but her voice trailed softly in his ear:

"Mr. Su, you're really tough."

"But aren't you curious about what's happening outside?"

Christianne, sensing his emotions, began reciting name after name with great familiarity, deliberately using similar tones to each name, her enthusiasm running high:

"Mei, Kevin, Carole, Shiyu Qiluo, Yae Sakura, Fu Hua."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The Herrscher of Domination, observing the churning of the ocean, obtained the answer.

This person is not uncontrollable.

It's just that this method of control is meaningless.

Su Qing'an doesn't care about himself; he only cares about others.

It's truly... beautiful.

They are clearly incomplete human beings, yet they are far more beautiful than many complete personalities.

Christianne's initial displeasure stemmed from the negative traits she had acquired by absorbing various personalities. However, the innate desires and ambitions of the Herrscher of Domination, upon discovering this reality, overwhelmed and crushed this displeasure, leaving only joy and longing.

She likes aloof and unruly cats and enjoys the process of taming them; this applies to Flora as well as to Su Qing'an right now.

Christianne seemed to understand a little better why Flora liked this human so much.

Because the most disgusting, despicable, and malicious twisted monsters are the ones who love to defile and shatter clean and beautiful things.

She was somewhat different, yet largely similar in many ways.

By this time, Christianne had come to understand a reality.

This plan would never have succeeded without Flora's help.

Only she had such a clear understanding of Su Qing'an's true nature and knew exactly what his weaknesses were.

Seele already deceased Fulei, and the Herrscher of Death.

Finally— Fu Hua, who is still alive.

The missionary's belief that the plan would succeed was not based on his conviction that the pressure of the three powers could reach that person's limits, but rather on his belief that these two people were truly, truly important to Su Qing'an.

It was important enough to overturn everything he had.

The huge theater suddenly reversed direction, and the boy landed in the seat in front of the stage.

He was the only audience member.

The song, titled "Seaside Dream," resonated with clear, melodious notes. A girl's laughter drifted into my ears in a daze, and it felt as if a myriad of emotions were intertwined in my chest and then suddenly spread throughout my limbs.

Su Qing'an's expression relaxed, the frost in her eyes faded, and in her gradually returning vision, her orange-blue hair shone brightly in the spreading arcs of light. Her face became blurred in the dappled light, but one could vaguely see her lips moving.

Come and take a look.

"The life of Seele Fulei."