Fu Hua Learns the Truth. Six Thousand

Hardanger, Norway.

Non-Universal Armed Forces Research Department.

On that day, the missionary's only remaining Pseudo-Herrscher Core was transported here, and research began under the guidance of the experimental personnel.

Why would the Honkai Consciousness value a Pseudo-Herrscher so highly?

For humanity, which has always been speculating about the Honkai itself, this is an issue that can be taken very seriously or temporarily ignored.

At this stage, no one knows whether the will and existence behind the Honkai itself have a true form, nor can anyone determine whether the consciousness that communicates with or controls the Herrscher is the Honkai itself, or merely the self-regulating system of this large-scale mechanism.

These questions may not need to be answered, but they could become valuable information that leads to the core issues.

Putting aside these factors, researching and replicating a structure similar to the Herrscher Core can also become a key element in the modernization of the weapons of many Fusion Warriors.

The production time and host requirements of the Godslayer Seat indicate that it is not a weapon that can be mass-produced at will.

Therefore, other alternatives naturally need to be developed immediately.

Even without Mei, these processes still have a group of talented people working together to overcome the difficulties.

And at this moment.

An elderly researcher stood in the dust-free environment, gazing at the large display screen in front of him, monitoring a massive Soul Steel cube located a thousand miles away in a desert region.

Inside, black dust writhed and teemed with life, while dense Nuclear Radiation and fragmented, Honkai Crystal acted as excellent fertilizer, being frantically devoured by this strange and chilling substance. It gradually multiplied and multiplied, forming flesh and mucus, slowly filling the enormous Soul Steel material...

Meanwhile, not far away, the Pseudo-Herrscher Core held by a mechanical soldier emitted a faint tremor, seemingly resonating with the matter within it.

The old man took it all in.

This monster, which once wreaked havoc on the outside world, is not, in a sense, completely dead.

If these two are combined, given the vitality of this black dust, the original missionary might not be resurrected, but a new monster will emerge that inherits her [bewitching] power.

His goal in conducting this experiment was simple: to use accurate reality to connect the true nature and secrets of the missionaries.

This experiment accurately illustrates one point.

The missionaries originated from strange monsters distorted and transformed by Honkai Fission Bomb fired by humans combined with a high-concentration Honkai Energy field.

Among them... perhaps human remains were used as part of the body material.

"Adelaide, St. Peter's Cathedral"

He murmured, revealing the first true prototype of this monster.

The one who inherited Shen Duxin's memories, who had brushed past Fu Hua's team, and who ultimately died under concentrated fire from the troops, was the prototype and inferior product of the missionary.

Her flaw lies in possessing only an inferior core; even that crystal couldn't be preserved under the cover of artillery fire, and the abilities it generates are pitifully weak.

If one possesses the Pseudo-Herrscher Core that her descendant or evolved form has, then perhaps it would be possible to resurrect a monster similar to the missionary.

This is a phenomenon that seems exploitable and quite interesting.

If it is truly undertaken seriously, it may yield extraordinary rewards and value.

But can such a dangerous thing really be used?

Or is a clean annihilation better aligned with the balance of interests and risks?

The Soul Steel Cube was filled with highly corrosive gas, after which a large amount of liquid nitrogen was poured into a container, and all matter returned to silent tranquility.

Humans need to utilize everything they can.

Compared to the Herrscher's corpse and Herrscher Core, this level of danger is not a concern.

But...

The abilities of missionaries were ultimately too dangerous for ordinary people.

The researchers gazed at the black dust that seemed to have stopped moving amidst the frost, unable to make a decision for the time being.

If an experiment is to be conducted, at least one person who can perfectly control the situation needs to be present.

However, compared to the time cost and impact on the global landscape of such individuals, cost-effectiveness seems to be a separate issue.

Therefore, sealing it away indefinitely may be the only option at present.

Fu Hua looked at the unanswered messages on her phone, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Why did Master Su stand me up today?

We had clearly agreed to have dinner together after everything was over.

Given his personality, it would be unreasonable for him not to keep the appointment.

The little girl took a sip of her bubble tea, nestled on the sofa, petting the White Sparrow lying on her lap. She stared at her phone for a while, wondering why the person hadn't replied to her message. Then, she poked the fluffy creature with her fingertip and asked:

"Xiao Xi, do you know what's wrong with him? Is he very busy, or has something unexpected happened?"

Su Muxi woke up from her drowsy and lazy state.

She thought for a while and quickly came up with an answer.

Although the child hadn't noticed Mobius's actions earlier, by carefully recalling the events and perceiving emotions through the Soul Link, he could easily understand the whole story.

So, White Sparrow answered concisely and earnestly:

"Xiao Su, you've been drugged; you're in heat."

"In conclusion, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist pressing Xiao Fu down on the bed and kissing her, so I won't come."

The sounds of television, Qiluo's guitar playing next door, Carole's cheerful e-sports chatter, and the night breeze blowing outside the window—all these sounds, gathered together, instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Fu Hua: "???"

She tried to decipher its meaning, and the act of stroking her fur suddenly stopped. She felt overwhelmed by a deluge of information that seemed detached from reality, causing her brain to explode and leaving her unable to comprehend the current situation.

Immediately, the feelings began to snowball and grow in sequence.

Something's not right, something's not right, something's not right.

I've been cheated on! I've been cheated on! I've been cheated on!

What happened? What occurred? Why did this happen?

The girl's small head was filled with great doubts, and her extremely complex emotions were as deep and indescribable as an abyss, accumulating in her chest as if a dam were about to burst open when a flood hit.

Trying to analyze calmly -- I remember Master Su said today that he was working at the Moth to Fire branch.

What's going on? Has the Moth to Fire's branch become such a dangerous den?

What kind of miraculous method could be used to drug Su Qing'an without being detected by Jian Xin's intuition?

So what exactly happened?

The little girl's state of mind changed completely in just a few breaths.

That blissful feeling of sipping milk tea, petting a fluffy plush toy, and watching TV has been utterly and forcefully shattered by those three thick, large letters, which now play on a loop in my mind.

N/T/R.

Then, Su Muxi's voice broke the eerie premonition:

"It was that green-haired lady who was asking you all sorts of questions during your physical exam yesterday. I overheard them talking and they said she seemed to have extracted Xiao Fu's soul essence, and then somehow managed to sneakily kill her."

Or was it me who handed over the knife???

The little girl tried hard to recall and add to the story, saying:

"That older sister seems to have borrowed the Udu-dust from you. I feel like if Xiao Fu lends it out, I won't be able to get rid of her."

Fu Hua suppressed her surging emotions, feeling that if this continued, she would inevitably start reciting the Sword Heart Technique.

She asked:

"So when did this happen?"

Su Muxi answered instantly:

"While Xiao Su and Xiao Fu were playing games."

The girl paused for a moment, then asked herself honestly, was she still playing video games at that time?

Doesn't this sound exactly like a foolish, straight man who ignores his girlfriend's period and only focuses on his own e-sports career?

And Xiao Xi, why didn't you tell me back then?

Wait, let's not dwell on this for now.

She glared fiercely at the cute and innocent White Sparrow, thinking to herself that she'd pet it bald when she got back. Then, as if having made up her mind, a faint blush rose to her cheeks, and her lips parted as she asked:

Where is Su Qing'an now?

White Sparrow was completely unaware of the malice she would later encounter, and simply answered innocently and honestly:

"It's right next door, across from Xiao Fu's."

"Is Xiao Fu going to find him?"

If the girl were rational, she would definitely think that going to Su Qing'an at this time is a very irrational thing to do.

Let alone being pinned down on the bed and kissed, theoretically, anything that could be censored wouldn't be surprising in this situation.

Especially when the other party deliberately avoids coming over, but you go to them willingly, it seems like it would be inappropriate for the other party not to do something in return.

But the extremely complex emotions in her heart seemed to affect her reason and judgment, making her temporarily forget about the more inappropriate plot for children, and only feel unhappy if she doesn't see the other person.

Then.

Fu Hua tossed White Sparrow onto Qiluo's head and walked out the door.

Since the main city of Australia was located here, that villa in Brisbane has been deserted for a long time.

Living with those people would have been the most suitable option, but the idea of an adult male living with three healthy girls would feel very uncomfortable.

So Su Qing'an simply moved in across the street.

However, he didn't stay there for very long, as enemies and unexpected situations kept arriving in waves, and time was always tight.

The boy wasn't in the sorry state someone had imagined; his reason for not replying to messages was simply that he hadn't checked his terminal earlier.

The potion created by Mobius is based on the desire mechanism of [thought] itself, but if this mechanism is not deliberately triggered by specific stimuli, he can still maintain a state of calm and undisturbed existence.

So the solution is actually quite simple.

It's nothing like what that mad scientist deliberately induced, requiring continuous exercise unsuitable for children.

The simplest way is to avoid seeing Fu Hua for a period of time, or in other words, avoid close contact.

Su Qing'an was wearing only thin pajamas. He was hunched over his desk, writing a diary on paper using the handwriting he had learned in this era.

This is a little habit I've had since I first encountered Fu Hua in this era.

What may have started as simply wanting to do the same thing as that person gradually evolved into a way of reminiscing about the past and remembering the present.

The boy understood, of course, that if memories could truly one day disappear, the past, carried only by pen and paper, would only be more fragile and harder to find.

The encounter in Canghai City caused that diary to be easily destroyed. The current diary is merely a product of a perfect copy made with an excellent memory, continuing to record along the past path.

What good does such meaningless behavior actually achieve?

Actually, he himself didn't quite understand.

Some say that diaries can't tell the truth.

Because from the moment you put pen to paper, you are aware that one day it will be seen by others.

But if a person's heart is open and sincere, then perhaps they would not even be willing to use superfluous words to embellish themselves in the slightest.

Su Qing'an thought it wouldn't matter if someone saw it one day, and it wouldn't matter if the diary disappeared again like it did that day.

It was precisely because of this attitude that he continued this habit even after leaving his own mark on the world.

"Knock, knock, knock." It was the sound of knocking on the door.

The boy paused slightly, sensing the presence of a soul outside the door, and revealed an indescribable helplessness.

Su Qing'an opened the door and gazed at the girl's face, which appeared even more beautiful in the moonlight and had inexplicably blushed. The mechanisms within his mind were stirred like never before.

The desires that burn from head to toe like a greedy wolf or a giant python are so ugly yet so intense; they entwine consciousness and body, seemingly relentless and unending.

The night breeze ruffled their hair, weaving it together and then separating it again.

The girl entered his room, and the door slowly closed.

She turned to look at those dark eyes, her pink lips appearing even more moist under the orange light, and asked:

"Su Qing'an, are you feeling very unwell?"

The boy slowly approached her, his fingertips caressing the girl's delicate nose, brushing against her saliva-covered inner lips, stroking her fair forehead, gliding over her soft earlobe, lingering on the corner of her slightly upturned eyes, and finally lowering his head to kiss her soft lips, but only for a fleeting touch, a light taste.

The wolf and the python died at the hunter's gun, but their desires remained unquenched, as tranquil as a serene forest.

Su Qing'an looked at her flushed earlobes, her lips slightly parted, and she said softly:

"I'm fine."

To him, she was ultimately different from everyone else.

Even if the same soul substance is used, the result is still the same.

The next day.

When Su Qing'an arrived at the laboratory, he walked in and saw a girl in a seductive pose, lying on the table, propping her chin up, lost in thought.

Her extremely long gown skirt covered her ankles and fair bare feet. The ink-black fabric, as if it were spreading on a tabletop, exuded a strong presence. The delicately textured skirt outlined the lines of her playful feet, which at first glance resembled a snake's tail wrapped around her waist, revealing a hint of squalor.

Mobius's hair fell smoothly like seaweed, scattering between her fingers and brushing against her fair face with her slender hand that supported her cheek, revealing a natural innocence and cuteness. She blinked her cold, serpentine eyes, which gave her a contrasting aura, yet when she saw who it was, they filled with a bright smile, softening her hidden sharpness.

The person before me was as captivating as ever, but unlike Fu Hua's innocent charm as a good woman, she was clearly a thoroughly bad woman in some sense. Her charm and qualities remained elusive, seemingly soft and warm, yet actually cold and hard like a sugar cube, distant yet passionate, making her unfathomable.

Good morning, Mr. Su.

She waved her hand, her eyes crinkling, and said in a light tone:

"Could you give me some of your semen?"

Su Qing'an remained silent.

Why can this person say such things so easily and confidently?

It feels like going to a convenience store to buy spicy snacks. The shopkeeper naturally gives you change, and you naturally pay. The process in between is neither worth hesitating about nor worth reminiscing about. At first glance, you can't detect anything wrong with it.

"Doctor Mobius, while I don't think you're a shameless, strange woman, and I can guess your reason for wanting this, please watch your words."

The girl tilted her head and said with a smile:

"Of course, Mr. Su."

"If it's your request, I'm always very understanding."

"Then, please give me some of the secretions from your reproductive glands containing your genetic material."

Looking at the man's exceptionally handsome yet increasingly aloof expression, she carefully considered her words again, then tilted her head and asked:

"Then please give me some organic matter from your body that contains fructose and protein, some enzymes, and inorganic and organic salts?"

For the experiment, for the world.

For humanity, for Fu Hua.

The boy silently recited his internal logic, finally suppressing the urge to turn and leave immediately, and asked softly:

"Doctor Mobius, please tell me the truth, what do you intend to do with... that?"

Mobius looked puzzled, as if wondering why the person in front of her would ask such a question, and replied in a tone that was a mixture of confusion and seriousness:

"Of course, it's to save the world, Mr. Su."

Immediately, the girl said as if she had just realized something:

"Mr. Su, have you been misled by those rumors? After yesterday's close contact, you should know that I have no ill intentions, right?"

"Think about it, I can't use it to generate electricity for myself, right? I'm still a child, I don't have those worldly desires."

Her innocent yet subtly aggrieved expression makes it hard to believe she was the one who caused yesterday's spiked black tea and aphrodisiac.

Su Qing'an felt a tightness in his chest. He was used to being withdrawn, and it was even harder for him to come up with any good ways to punish someone with thick skin.

Under normal circumstances, you can ignore it and treat it like air.

However, engaging in conversation with Mobius is an extremely difficult task, given that his words cannot be ignored.

The boy recalled what Mobius had said yesterday—that he wasn't averse to mating because of his snake-type Honkai Beast genes—and coldly corrected him:

"That's not what you said yesterday."

The girl blinked her innocent eyes and asked in confusion:

"Really? You must be mistaken."

"I don't know, my memory isn't very good, I'm an old person."

When acting young, she calls others "big sister"; when acting foolish, she calls herself "old man."

The purity of this human scum is approaching the threshold limit.

Su Qing'an stated expressionlessly:

"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."

Upon hearing this, Mobius slowly sat up, her two small feet swinging back and forth in the air. As her black skirt swayed, glimpses of her fair toes would occasionally flash by, quite alluring.

She parted her lips and said with a smile:

"Is a stronger understanding of the nature of your life now, and more information about the Soul Lifeform, enough of a reason?"

The girl's eyes were lowered, gazing into an unknown direction, as she spoke with a veiled meaning:

"I can guarantee I won't create a new Su Muxi for you, after all, it won't work that way if you don't insert it while it's still hot."

"If Mr. Su is really worried, he can just give it to me on the spot, and I can study it there, right?"

Logically speaking, from the perspective of preventing unexpected events, what she said is indeed not problematic.

But when you consider the fundamental human feelings of self-esteem and shame, something seems off about these words.

Su Qing'an had to admit that ever since this person appeared in his world, the style and atmosphere of his daily life had been heading down a strange path. But even though he couldn't deny the other person's charm and the legitimacy of his words, he didn't have any delusions.

The boy simply said softly:

"Once that experiment begins, I believe you won't lack the experimental materials you need."

The girl's lips curved slightly upward, but the smile in her eyes faded into the cold indifference of an icy lake.

She understood what the other party meant, of course. In the predetermined genetic modification plan, the powers of the Black Abyss White Flower would probably be used repeatedly, and in that case, there would be no shortage of any materials.

At that time, I will undoubtedly have the opportunity to gain a deeper understanding of the Soul Lifeform without lifting a finger.

Mobius said softly:

"Mr. Su, you always seem to lack any persistence in strange ways."

Su Qing'an responded:

"This is Equivalent Exchange, Doctor Mobius."

She smiled:

"You never try to engage in negotiations that involve even the slightest bit of moral blackmail, you know? That's one of the things I like most about you, besides the fact that you're an Idealistic Lifeform."

Su Qing'an responded:

"That's not your obligation. We've made different choices and aren't friends, so there's no logic in expecting us to help each other out of obligation."

Mobius recalled the woman who had protected Su Qing'an like a baby, and couldn't help but sneer:

"Isn't Dr. Mei different?"

The boy was silent for a moment, then said softly:

"Nothing is different."

"I don't deny that Mei is easier to get along with."

"But all those thoughts you have are simply because someone paid the price for me in the beginning."

"So Doctor Mobius, you don't need to worry about this."

The girl's serpentine eyes narrowed slightly. She tossed her long hair and said coldly:

"I don't care about these things, Mr. Su."

Just as you don't care what happens to you.

"From a pathological perspective, none of us have the right to judge anyone else."

Monsters certainly have no right to mock other monsters. It's just a case of the pot calling the kettle black; to the average person, there's not much difference.