Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

"I admit that your analysis makes sense, but what's the point of saying this now?"

"Don't tell me you haven't stabbed your colleague's throne with your spear, and don't tell me you have always maintained your sanity."

Famas shook his head calmly. Zhongli's analysis was insightful, but the Demon War was over now and the consequences had already been made. There was no point in talking about the past.

Zhongli also remained silent, and after a long time he nodded slightly dejectedly.

The halo of the distant lighthouse dyed his gilded pupils into dark amber. The sea breeze, carrying salty water vapor, brushed across his trembling fingertips, and a few pieces of vermilion lacquer fragments that were shaken off fell between the two of them.

“If you were willing to show the gods the true reflection of the sea of ​​stars, and to tell Liyue the original secrets buried deep in the earth veins.”

The voice of the God of Rock was wrapped in the sound of waves crashing against the shore, and his usually solemn brows were cut by the shadows.

Sparks suddenly flew from the golden bell on Famas' waist, causing Zhongli's last words to come to an abrupt end in the sound of the bell.

"Morax."

Famas suddenly laughed out loud, his red eyes reflecting the bright golden patterns on the corners of Zhongli's robe.

"You're not going to say that when you first came to the Munata King City, if I had just kneeled down to beg you and told you the truth about the world, you would have given up your old hatred and conspiracy and formed an alliance with Munata?"

Moonlight leaked through the cracks in the clouds, and the cold light of Zhongli's earrings swept across the boy's brow.

The God of Rock lowered his eyes to look at the red mark on his palm caused by the jade ring, and suddenly remembered that when he pierced Famas' chest a thousand years ago, the tip of the gun was stained with the same red color.

"Indeed, if you had told me everything when I came to Munata, I might not have done anything unjust to your country."

Zhongli lost his calm and composed warmth, and an expression of annoyance and regret appeared on his face, just like the helplessness he felt when he held the wreckage of Guizhong and watched Yixiao turn into dust.

"If you had only spoken up, if I had only stopped... these tragedies wouldn't have had to happen."

"But I was too headstrong when I was young, and I made an irreparable mistake."

Famas had never seen Zhongli show such a regretful expression, but even so, the boy showed no sympathy or pity at all. Instead, he looked at Zhongli calmly as he talked to himself.

Only Wendy knew that this was the expression on Famas' face when he was extremely disappointed.

The damp wind at the dock carried the cool fragrance of neon flowers from Zhongli's sleeves. The gilded patterns of the Rock God flowed like liquid metal in the moonlight, and were reflected in the boy's red eyes like boiling lava.

"But from the perspective of universal reason, the changes in the world have their own laws."

Zhongli raised his hand and caught a falling glass lily petal, and the shape of the flower turned into golden veins at his fingertips.

"Just like Nata has gone through many changes, starting with your Munata, then to Dragon and Ochikan. This is the inevitable choice of civilization."

“Extraordinary measures in times of war should not become a shackle on the continuation of civilization.”

Zhongli raised his hand and summoned a yellowed scroll. The terms of the contract glowed coldly amid the sound of waves.

"If you are willing, I will respect the contract..."

Wendy's strings suddenly made a harsh vibration. The little poet held down the restless Sky Wings, and his green pupils shrank slightly.

He could already hear the sound of Fama's back teeth rubbing against each other.

"Morax, do you know how arrogant you are?"

"No matter how you pretend, you don't look like a human being."

Famas suddenly laughed, his boot heels crushing the scattered lily petals on the floor tiles. "When you drilled through the earth vein with your rock spear, did you ask the Munata people if they wanted this civilization change?"

Zhongli frowned slightly and calmly brushed off the dust on his sleeves, as elegantly and calmly as he brushed off the blood of the Munatar from his armor thousands of years ago.

"War is indeed regrettable. Besides, even if it weren't for me, your empire would have been crumbling."

The Rock God's voice was as cold as the sound of jade colliding with each other. "Perhaps I shouldn't listen to one side of the story, but if we allow the abyss to pollute the earth veins, the entire continent of Teyvat will be in ..."

"fart!"

Before Zhongli could finish telling the ending, Famas interrupted him.

"The shaky empire you mentioned has survived for centuries even after the Great Rebellion, and countless Munata are working hard to rebuild its bones."

"As for the inevitable choice of civilization you mentioned..."

Famas grinned and looked very kind. Although Zhongli was somewhat confused, he relaxed his guard and waited for the other party's response.

"Why not try my civilized iron fist first!"

Zhongli looked up in surprise, and what he saw was Famas's angry fist that kept getting bigger in his eyes.

Zhongli hastily put up the Jade Shield, but Famas' fist still made close contact with his cheek.

"boom!"

Zhongli flew backwards and knocked down the crates piled on the construction site, stirring up a large amount of smoke and dust.

Until the moment he flew out, his face was still frozen with astonishment, and a few strands of golden-red blood were flowing down his jaw. That was the gilded contract belonging to the creator of Liyue, and it was the proof that Morax was sleeping in his mortal body.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and leave!"

As Wendy's emerald eyes suddenly widened, Famas grabbed the little poet's wrist and ran back.

The poet, who realized it belatedly, held his throbbing temple. An unprecedented storm of wind pushed him and Famas away from this place of trouble.

Almost at the moment when the smoke and dust rose, a long dragon roar came from the collapsed wooden box. The illusory dragon shadow was looming in the smoke and dust. Some kind of ancient resonance was spreading from Zhongli's position, but it soon disappeared without a trace.

However, many Liyue residents still felt this brief shock.

The bronze bells hanging on the eaves of Yujing Terrace suddenly rang in unison, and the teahouse owner who was dozing off against the mahogany counter was suddenly awakened. He saw the blue and white porcelain cups on the antique shelf trembling and fine concentric circles rippling on the water surface.

Under the vermilion lacquered corridor of Feiyunpo, the night watchman's clapper fell to the ground with a clang. He staggered and held onto the cool stone lion, and suddenly felt a long pulse coming from the blue bricks under his feet, as if the earth was turning over in the dream of the gods.

The crystal chandelier in the Northland Bank office shook violently, and spots of light like broken gold danced on Pantalone's pale lenses.

He slowly took off his tortoise-shell framed monocle and let the sandalwood abacus with beads falling down shake on the rosewood desk. When the third chalcedony bead fell to the ground, the neon flower rain outside the window was falling on the left end of the gilded scale.

"Master, the noise came from the North Pier Paddock."

Russell used a telescope to determine the direction, and then told the news to the young executive who was slowly playing with the Mora coins.

Pantalone raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly, humming a variation of the winter nursery rhyme:

"It seems that our allies are doing their utmost to attract Ningguang's attention?"

On the other side, at Chihuyan, the traveler who had just sent Tok back to the Yermak and was preparing to return to the Baiju Inn to rest also noticed the vibration here, but under Paimon's persuasion, he chose to go back to the hotel to rest first.

After all, there are three gods in Liyue Harbor now. No matter what happens, they should be able to properly handle it... right? (End of this chapter)