Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Paimon put aside his concerns about the executive officer "Doctor" for the moment, and put his hands on his hips as if he had suddenly realized something:

"So you were prepared to take Tok on this adventure!"

"Prepared in advance? Well..." Tartaglia scratched the back of his neck, the sunlight filtering through his orange-gold hair. "In fact, the internal structure of the institute is more complicated than I imagined, and I haven't been able to fully understand the route."

"What? You're not... aren't you worried that Tok is in danger?"

Paimon covered her mouth in surprise. She didn't expect that Tartaglia was so bold.

Seeing the little mascot's nervous look, the young executive officer suddenly stopped smiling, bent down slightly, and looked at the floating little guide at eye level:
"Don't worry, at least I have explored most of the road ahead."

Tartaglia flicked the hilt of the water blade at his waist with his fingers, and gentle ripples appeared in his indigo eyes.

"I will cut off all the thorns for him. My brother should be like a shield. What's more..." He looked at the boy who was studying the patterns on the stone pillars. "Tok understood earlier than me that protection is the true meaning of adventure."

The traveler also heard these words. Just as the girl was thinking about it, Tok ran over, holding the glowing crystal butterfly on the rock wall:

"Brother, look! There are glowing butterflies here too! Shall we go find the One-Eyed Little Treasure?"

Tartaglia took his brother's hand and stepped on the mossy steps with his military boots: "Of course, hold on tight, the commander is about to issue an exploration order!"

The children's silvery laughter echoed in the corridor.

It was not until everyone actually stepped into the factory that they understood what Tartaglia meant by not being able to fully explore it.

Under the dim dome, many mechanical towers made of gears and copper pipes stand in the center. Countless cables spread from the top of the tower to the ground like blood vessels, and a tubular glass cabin is embedded at the end of each tube.

Two-colored lightning slimes were curled up in the cabin, their round bodies were tightly clamped by metal hoops. Violent purple electric currents rushed up along the conduits, injecting a piercing buzzing sound into the entire factory.

On the assembly line, the broken body of the tiller was picked up by the gear crane and immersed in the slurry pool to decompose. The smell of burning floated in the air, mixed with the sweet and fishy smell of engine oil and elemental overload, as if even breathing would burn the throat.

Even though the factory has been abandoned, the assembly line is highly automated and still operates with the energy provided by the Thunder Slime.

I don't know whether the last Fatui soldiers to evacuate forgot to turn off the operating switch, or whether Tartaglia deliberately turned on the assembly line to create this bustling scene.

But Tok had obviously never seen such a scene of steel. The little boy seemed to remember what Dai Pai, the Qianyan Army patrolling Lingju Pass, had said, and the fingers holding Tartaglia turned pale:
"Brother, someone seemed to have said that One-Eyed Xiaobao is a killing machine..."

Tartaglia was startled when he heard this.

He held the child under his arms and held Tok on the broken arm of the ruins guard, causing the alloy joints of the machine to squeak slightly.

"How could that be?" The young man rubbed the boy's cold nose with his finger, "One-eyed little treasure will definitely protect the side of justice."

Tok, who was originally drooping, suddenly had bright eyes and swung his legs on the mechanical arm: "Yeah! I knew they were liars! One-eyed Xiaobao is used to defeat bad guys and protect the world. It is Tok's favorite toy!"

Tartaglia looked at his brother's smiling face again, and his fingertips brushed over the broken energy core of the Ruins Guardian without leaving a trace, once again making sure that the Ruins Guardian would not suddenly light up.

"Yes, with it, bad guys can't hurt Tok."

Tartaglia looked up at the mottled bronze statue, with no emotion in his eyes.

"It's just as I thought!" The boy jumped down excitedly, kicking up the tiny pieces of star silver ore with his leather boots. "I'm going to tell One-Eyed Little Treasure that it is the best guardian!"

Watching his brother jumping into the mechanical group, the executive shook his head and chuckled, and the water quietly wrapped around the energy core of each relic guard. The traveler and Paimon, who were walking behind, kept their eyes on the power generation devices on both sides of the corridor.

The yellow and purple slimes were trapped in a special glass cabin, which contracted and expanded regularly with elemental reactions. The lightning surging in the ducts was like a leaping golden snake.

Paimon leaned in to observe one of the droopy-headed mineslimes, which was being poked by a mechanical arm to make contact with its yellow counterpart next to it. Every collision produced tiny electric sparks.

Who would have thought that a small thing that could be solved with a light touch of a sword could actually generate enough energy to drive an entire factory.

The traveler's fingertips stroked the trembling frost flowers on the surface of the mechanical condenser. Among the monsters that the Adventurer's Association cleared every day, these elemental creatures were always easily killed. Even ordinary people who had only received wilderness survival training could deal with them easily.

Paimon floated half a circle around the humming generator, and the tip of his boot almost kicked the leaking wire.

"The Doctor" is worthy of being the Frankenstein in Tartaglia's words. He can actually research a way to use slime for energy.

However, before the Traveler and Paimon could figure out the principles of this new battery, Tartaglia and Tok had already walked a long way away.

The light tapping sound of leather boots echoed on the cast alloy floor. Tok disappeared around the corner like a happy rabbit, mixed with Tartaglia's helpless cry:
"Tok, don't run so fast."

The traveler could only quickly catch up, and looked back at the leisurely Famas and Wendy.

Two figures were hanging far behind, but they were very close to each other, and no one knew what they were whispering to each other.

Yingmei sighed helplessly, knowing that given the strength of Famas and Wendy, there was nothing in the factory that could threaten them, so she took Paimon and ran forward quickly.

At this time, FAMAS and Wendy stopped in front of a tiller that was missing some limbs.

The sleeping steel giant was half-kneeling on the hard floor, with the bronze joint of its left arm twisted and piercing the ground as if it was broken.

The ceramic steel armor that originally wrapped the core cracked into spider-web-like gaps, and the exposed gear set was eaten away by time to form honeycomb-like rust holes, and a few strands of moss were climbing along the clockwork transmission shaft.

Only the iconic one-eyed core remained intact, but the golden light inside had disappeared.

But this is the most complete tillage machine that FAMAS has seen since entering the factory.

More importantly, the model of this tiller is extremely old. It was the batch manufactured during the early stage of the cooperation between Munata and Kanreya during the Golden Alliance period.

Famas stared at the bronze wreckage, as if he wanted to do something, while Wendy held onto Famas' sleeve tightly, her words full of helplessness and pleading: "Is there really no other choice?"

"Some things have to be done by someone." Famas smiled as he turned around. "Isn't that what I said when we first met?"

"You can't stand on the same side as me, so that the last seed can be preserved for Mond."

Wendy suddenly loosened her hand, her blue eyes drooped into two crescent moons, her hair brushed across Famas's gauntlets, her self-deprecating voice was lighter than a dandelion: "...Yeah."

Famas did not blame him, but rubbed the little poet's fluffy hair with his warm palm and said, "You go first."

The wind in the corridor blew across his temples, sweeping away the young man's unfinished words.

"Don't listen to the wind here, keep going forward, I'll catch up with you in a moment." (End of this chapter)