"Unless we reverse time.
Awaken the silent island of graves;
pour the evergreen waters of life back into the past that buried all things.
There, the bifurcated path will unfold once more.
The choice between life and death will form two worlds from that point on.
And the price is merely the death of a single person—
the destruction of an individual—
and the Honkai, which already seeks our annihilation."
[Paimon: What bifurcation, trifurcation… Paimon doesn't get it! Hmph!]
[Lumine: Just eat your food.]
[Silver Wolf: Very literary. Very philosophical.]
[Furina: Kallen's departure really made it hard for Otto to ever walk out of his own world…]
[Furina: To the point that after all these years of thinking, he's practically comprehended philosophy itself…]
[Star Rail · Himeko: Even back when Otto wrote to the first Herrscher of Reason, calling himself the clown Alpha…]
[Star Rail · Himeko: you could already tell his cultural depth and erudition—learned, yet with terrifying depth of thought…]
[March 7th: How deep… is "deep"?]
[Star Rail · Himeko: Three or four basement levels deep!]
[March 7th: …]
[Keqing: Otto… what do these words actually mean?!]
[Kamisato Ayaka: "Awaken the silent island of graves; pour the evergreen waters of life back into the buried past."]
[Kamisato Ayaka: This is clearly aimed at reviving Kallen.]
[Kamisato Ayaka: But what comes after—the bifurcated road…]
[Ningguang: "The bifurcated path will unfold once more; life and death will form two worlds."]
[Einstein: Otto means…]
[Herta: So that's how it is…]
[Herta: The price of reviving Kallen is obvious—the 'death of one person' refers to Otto himself.]
[Herta: But Otto would never ignore the impact reversing time would have on the existing world.]
[Herta: If every branch of the Imaginary Tree connects to a world—]
[Herta: then what Otto intends is to open a new worldline starting from the moment Kallen is revived.]
[Einstein: Th-that's really possible?!]
[Durandal: So the current world can be preserved, while also creating a world where Kallen lives?!]
[Cloud Retainer: If it were the Otto of the past, perhaps not.]
[Cloud Retainer: But now, Otto has linked himself to the Imaginary Tree and become a proxy of the Imaginary.]
[Sparkle: Even if he's lost his freedom, he still holds authority over the Imaginary.]
[Sparkle: Yet Otto doesn't seem the least bit depressed about his own sacrifice.]
[Ruan Mei: This scene has likely played out countless times in Otto's mind already.]
[Ruan Mei: And each time, the outcome only made his resolve firmer.]
[Sushang: This is… what his heart truly desires…]
From the discussion in the chat, Otto's goal and method became clear.
To avoid affecting the existing civilization and world,
Otto would open—create—a worldline in which Kallen was still alive.
What he wished to revive
was not some parallel-world Kallen,
nor a substitute identical in appearance.
What he sought to revive was only the one and only—
the Saint who could never be replaced by anyone, and who must be remembered by all:
Kallen Kaslana.
The angel of the Kaslana family who, in Otto's childhood, gave him the warmth and sunlight he lacked.
The girl who smiled as she introduced herself, smiling as she promised they would save the world together.
The strongest Valkyrie of Schicksal, who at sixteen had already taken upon herself the mission of never wanting anyone to die before her eyes.
The leader who guided Schicksal's forces to countless victories against the Honkai, yet was never blinded by power or profit.
The wanderer who, when the old Schicksal began to rot and its Archbishop lost his original ideals, dared to stand up first and challenge authority.
The guilty Saint who faced the gallows and death calmly, refusing to compromise with tyranny.
The woman who used her life to save innocent civilians from Honkai beasts—
Kallen.
Only her.
For this single person, Otto willingly pursued his goal for five hundred years,
devoting a love that was long, stubborn, and nearly endless.
Obsessive.
Unyielding.
In the end, he burned away his own life—
paying the price of erasing Otto Apocalypse from existence—
to create a world where Kallen still lived.
Once again, all of this plunged the audience into silence.
They were shaken by the depth of Otto's devotion,
and silenced by the determination of that retreating figure.
The staggering man continued to murmur, and no one spoke anymore.
"It's just a pity that by the time he understood this truth,
Otto Apocalypse
had already become a world-renowned villain.
He had already been hated to the bone
by the very power he needed most.
"But that, too, is of no consequence.
She has already proven—
that anger born of love possesses power equal to love itself."
Before the screen, Kiana's body trembled.
She understood instantly.
The one Otto was referring to… was her.
The experimental subject named K-423.
The power Otto needed most—the power of the Herrscher of the Void.
And Otto had indeed hurt her beyond measure,
caused the deaths of the people she cherished most,
and earned the absolute hatred of the girl now known as Kiana.
"That bastard…"
Kiana clenched her fists, teeth gritted.
Yet—
beyond the anger, she felt a strange hollowness.
It wasn't forgiveness.
She would never forgive the Archbishop who had harmed her, past or future.
Those hatreds would remain buried in her heart, never fading.
But… Kiana couldn't describe what she felt now.
Otto's merits and sins—she couldn't judge them.
She hated Otto, yet she could not completely deny him.
Beside her, Mei gently rubbed Kiana's head,
as if lending her strength—
as if giving her the courage and resolve of a hundred people.
"Thank you… Mei…"
On the screen—
"And behind such heroes—"
Otto seemed stirred, touching the deepest part of his heart.
Like an old man nearing the end of his life.
Like a traveler who had reached the end of his journey.
He rambled softly, recalling the bitterness and hardship of the road,
recalling what he cherished most—the most beautiful flower in his heart.
Otto's voice grew gentler.
"Theresa, my beloved granddaughter.
"You are growing into a great leader.
Given time, you will make people forget your grandfather—
let his rights and wrongs dissolve into history, vanish into idle talk.
"Only—"
[Furina: W-wait, QAQ—are we being stabbed in the heart again?!]
[Yanqing: Otto…]
[Hu Tao: D-damn it… This director won't be moved so easily!]
[Klee: Klee doesn't want to watch anymore! Hmph! QAQ]
[March 7th: Otto… he really can't let go of Theresa, can he…]
[Honkai · Himeko: Where's Theresa now…]
[Keqing: This Otto… feels less and less like 'Otto'…]
[Sushang: When one draws closer to their end, they tend to have more to say…]
[Sushang: Like knowing death is near, yet still having so many people they can't let go of…]
[Star Rail · Himeko: He still cares so deeply about Theresa…]
[Herta: But he also has reasons why he must leave.]
[Kamisato Ayaka: Sigh… Otto has already done so much for Theresa.]
[Honkai · Himeko: Theresa will become a great leader.]
[Honkai · Himeko: Otto's departure will surely hit her hard.]
[Honkai · Himeko: But the Theresa I know isn't just a granddaughter pampered by her grandfather—she has her own convictions, her own dreams.]
[Rita: Rita also believes Lady Theresa will manage Schicksal splendidly!]
[Durandal: Five hundred years—the Archbishop's mission has ended…]
[Durandal: From here on, the fight against the Honkai is ours.]
[Kafka: Still, the world should not forget Otto. His existence was indispensable.]
[Kafka: It's just that at this moment, Otto is no longer the lofty Archbishop of Schicksal—]
[Kafka: but a grandfather who cannot let go of his granddaughter.]
[March 7th: Stop it… I'm not crying!]
[Sushang: Me neither!]
As Otto spoke,
countless hearts were touched at their softest points.
People are often like this—
even those with imperfect, even tragic lives of their own
are easily moved by the stories of others.
Though no one wanted to admit being moved by Otto,
his final whispers shattered their defenses all the same.
"Only—
Theresa, my beloved granddaughter.
"Do eat some fruits and vegetables besides bitter melon, from time to time.
You stay up late so often—you need a more balanced diet.
"You know…
for tomorrow's coronation ceremony,
Grandfather personally sewed the Archbishop's mantle for you.
"If you don't mind it, then use it to usher in your era.
Wash away the stains I once left upon it.
"My beloved Theresa."
In that instant—
With Otto's soft murmuring,
with that warm, gentle tone,
with the smile and kindness in his voice—
with the most ordinary, yet most heart-piercing words of concern—
Countless viewers broke down in tears.
It was always these simplest words
that rang the truest,
that broke people the hardest.
At this moment, Otto was no longer
the lofty Archbishop who commanded the world,
who wielded Schicksal's vast power,
who guarded humanity against the Honkai and its calamities,
who had to remain eternally rational and composed.
At this moment, Otto was merely
a grandfather worrying about his beloved granddaughter.
A familiar elder, like countless others,
nagging her to eat more fruits and vegetables.
He worried about Theresa's nutrition, yet still softened and prepared her favorite bitter melon juice.
He worried about the dangers she'd face on missions, even as Archbishop of Schicksal.
He personally washed Theresa's nun habit.
Carefully checked every piece of her equipment.
And even—sewed the Archbishop's mantle with his own hands.
For Otto Apocalypse, these were unprecedented acts—
acts unimaginable to the audience.
But to Theresa,
they were simply the familiar, unchanging doting of her grandfather.
As Otto said—
His beloved Theresa.
Otto loved Theresa deeply.
And believed in her without reservation.
Even compared to the Herrscher of this era,
Otto believed Theresa would inherit Schicksal better than anyone else.
Not merely because of the blood of Apocalypse,
but because—
A grandfather will always believe
his granddaughter is the best.
On this point, Otto never wavered.
Even when Theresa founded St. Freya and led the Far East Branch away from Schicksal,
to Otto, it was no more than a granddaughter's mischief.
All he could do
was pour out his indulgent love,
and before reaching the end of his journey,
pave the road ahead for her—
Handing Schicksal over, whole and intact,
into Theresa's hands.
The girl of the Apocalypse family.
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