Honkai Impact 3rd: Starting with creating an anime version of Honkai Impact 3rd

"Hmph." Mebius snorted.

Having taken a direct hit from Xilin's powerful attack, she fell from the top of the Tower of Babylon. Without turning her head, Fu Hua said, "Li Xue, lend me Ruoshui."

Celine, who was lying on the ground, barely managed to get up. Her head felt like it was about to explode. She had no idea what had happened and was filled with self-doubt.

"I've been defeated?! How is this possible?!"

At that moment, a fiery red meteor fell from the top of the Tower of Babylon. Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Fu Hua, wielding a sword.

Sirin then realized what was happening, her mind filled with anger. In her rage, she raised her hand and activated the power of the Herrscher of Wind, a wind blade carving a huge mark on the surface of the Tower of Babylon.

However, he was unable to hit his opponent.

Fu Hua arrived on the ground unharmed. Looking at her figure, a familiar yet repulsive feeling filled Sirin's heart. It was the feeling she had experienced every day before becoming a Herrscher, a feeling called fear.

At this moment, Sirin, trembling all over, felt her Herrscher arrogance shattered by what she considered an ant.

"You...don't come over!"

Sirin now looks nothing like the Herrscher of Destruction; she's more like a little girl fearing the Great Lord, hoping to stop him with flames three times stronger than the Herrscher of Flame.

The flames of the Herrscher of Flame stirred up Fu Hua's memories from 50,000 years ago.

At first glance, she was a girl sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest, reaching out her hand—a path to salvation. But she became humanity's enemy, a force of destruction. As the chains of impermanence descend with the storm, the flames themselves are about to be extinguished.

The flames she wielded were enough to burn down the entire continent of Australia, yet they couldn't leave a single mark on the fickle black armor.

"Himeko?!"

"Himeko-sensei?!"

"Aunt Himeko?!"

Upon seeing Fu Hua's flashback, everyone looked at the slightly tipsy Himeko with surprise and uncertainty.

"Was that me?" Himeko asked, her eyes blurry with drunkenness, as she leaned closer to Fu Hua. "Looks like I'm just a background character, which is to be expected."

"Hey, hey, hey, Himeko, what are you doing! Don't take your clothes off!"

"You old fogey, you need to do something about her!"

“Uh…” Fu Hua didn’t know what to say.

That was a long-cherished wish of 50,000 years. During those 50,000 years, Fu Hua was constantly thinking about how to fight against the Herrschers. Flame, Death, Void, Wind—no matter which Herrscher it was, she had already found a way to counter them.

Fu Hua raised Ruoshui in her hand, her fingertips tracing the blade, and a water swallow materialized behind her. This was the Taixu Sword Form, Transformation Sword: Rain Swallow.

"Do not……"

As Sirin's golden eyes widened in terror, Ruoshui passed through Sirin's abdomen.

"You can't play this game at all!" Sirin wanted to flip the table over. This old guy who's been around for 50,000 years actually came to deal with her, a new Herrscher who's not even 18 years old yet.

She wasn't so angry when she wasn't watching the video during the recording, but now that she sees herself going through a series of events—from arrogance to anger to defeat to fear to being exposed—Sirin never imagined it would turn out like this. She can already imagine Kiana's mocking expression.

Xilin was furious and blamed everything on Yaqing.

"Haha, Sirin, you're so cute."

Bella mocked Celine, saying it was utterly upside down.

Celine immediately found someone to vent her anger on, straddling Bella's slender waist and scratching her ribs hard.

"Hahaha, Celine... Celine, hahaha... Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I was wrong, hahahaha." Bella laughed until tears streamed down her face.

"Don't bully Bella." Cecilia gently tapped Sirin's head.

"Mom, I didn't!" Celine covered her head, straddling Bella, and said righteously.

……

"It actually survived for fifty thousand years..." Halfway through his sentence, Vervi's expert personality suddenly took over, and his expression changed. "How about a thrilling magic show as an intermission?"

“Uh, no need for that, Wilhelm… The Great Magician, why don’t you watch the movie first?” May said.

“Hey, Sue, as a doctor, why are you just watching?” Kevin shouted.

"Although I've studied a little psychology, you still overestimate me when it comes to her eight personalities, Kevin," Su said, barely suppressing the urge to retort.

You're asking a surgical professor with academic expertise to treat a patient with dissociative identity disorder who even professional psychologists can't handle?

Hearing the commotion behind her, Sakura turned around. "What's going on? Has the Great Magician come out?"

"Hi, Sakura, long time no see! Would you like to be my assistant at my magic show?"

"Then forget it." Sakura's fair forehead was covered in cold sweat. Although she knew that Vervi's magic performance was not life-threatening, she couldn't help but be scared. Among them, only Pado could endure the whole performance because she fainted at the very beginning.

Pado suddenly trembled, her hair standing on end. Looking into Vervier's burning gaze, she said tremblingly, "Sister Vervier, what are you looking at us for? We'll never go to your room to buy goods again."

“Pado…”

To Pado, Vervier's voice was like the whisper of a demon.

"Why don't you ask Miss Pink Fairy?"

Alicia's voice sounded like an angel descending to Pado's ears.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: For the Saintess, Before the Gods

"How... is this possible..."

Despite being stabbed in the abdomen by Ruoshui, Xilin remained kneeling on the ground unharmed, her expression unchanged, like a robot. It was only during Otto and Fu Hua's conversation that they learned that her consciousness had been controlled by the Feather Dust.

“Otto, hurry up and do what you need to do, then we’ll kill her together.”

"Thank you, my old friend."

Otto placed his hand on Sirin's head, and golden feathers fell. He entered Sirin's illusion, where Sirin's mother smiled at her amidst a sea of ​​white flowers. But the next second, in the illusion, young Sirin stood helplessly in front of her mother's sickbed.

"Hehe, found it, this is it." Otto smiled and used the Feathered Dust to modify Sirin's memories of her mother before her death.

Sirin woke up with a start in bed and looked at Bella, who was looking worried. Suddenly, the idea and memory of resurrecting her mother came to her mind. The things her mother kept in Bella's arms kept reinforcing Sirin's memory of being forcibly violated.

As Bellars watched Celine walk toward the top of the Tower of Babylon, his gentle smile vanished, replaced by a malicious sneer. Behind her was the phantom of Otto.

"I will implant the idea of ​​'resurrecting Mother' into your subconscious, so that you will willingly show me the true power of the Herrscher of Death—"

"Do everything in your power to save your mother."

"Then, I can find a way to revive Kallen."

“I still can’t stand Otto. Although Sirin is humanity’s enemy, after defeating her, choosing to use her most painful memories to achieve his own goals seems a bit…” Kevin thought for a while, but couldn’t find the right words to describe it.

“That’s utterly despicable,” Mei said.

"However, all of this is for the sake of resurrecting that woman named Karen. What an unconditional love." Mebius's tone was ambiguous, making it impossible to discern the meaning behind her words.

Yaqing smiled but remained silent.

【Sirin used all her strength and the power of the Herrscher of Death to extract DNA from her mother's belongings. Based on her mother's DNA, Sirin used the power of creation to start creating from cells to tissues to organs. In the end, her mother returned to the world.】

Xilin happily jumped into her mother's arms.

Otto, however, felt no joy whatsoever. He glared resentfully at Sirin, who was reuniting with her 'mother,' his clenched fists trembling. What difference was there between what he had hoped for, what he had expected, what he had anticipated—the so-called Herrscher of Death's power—and what he had cloned Kallen with his DNA?!

What kind of Herrscher of Death is this?!

What kind of divine power is this?!

Otto composed himself, transformed into Bella's form, and stepped forward, asking Sirin, "Your Majesty, forgive my intrusion, but I don't understand, is the person you are holding truly Mother? Does she truly possess Mother's soul?"

"Bella, what nonsense are you talking about? She's my beloved mother, she..."

Perhaps Otto had done something, or perhaps it was because of Sirin's inner turmoil, but her "mother" turned to ashes before her eyes. At that moment, Sirin was like a helpless child. She understood that her mother had not been resurrected; she had only resurrected her mother's body, but had not found her mother's soul.

Bella, who was transformed from Otto, kept encouraging Celine to try again, but Celine interrupted Otto with just one sentence.

"Bella, I don't understand, what is a soul..."

Otto froze. What was a soul? This was a question he had pondered for 500 years, and he hadn't found the answer. Even if he could clone Kallen's body, even if he could implant Kallen's memories into a clone of her, he knew it wasn't Kallen, because, because, because…

It is her essence, the reason she is who she is, her smile, her tears...

At this moment, both Sirin and Otto fell silent. They both wanted to resurrect their loved ones, but neither of them had an answer.

"Soul, what is the soul?"

This is a problem that even Mebius could not explain.

Where do people go after they die? Does heaven exist? If there is no soul, what is the meaning of a person's life? Once the body dies, does it truly vanish into thin air? How empty that would be.

“If Otto could truly resurrect a person, it would mean that his wisdom surpasses that of anyone else,” Wilvi said.