Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Famas shook his head helplessly, but there was an imperceptible bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

Rhinedot's image suddenly became quiet, and in those eyes made of light and shadow, a rare tenderness appeared.

She seemed to see a scene from a thousand years ago, where the young Famas stood on the burning land, his red braids flying in the flames of war.

He held high the banner embroidered with a golden sun, and rushed into the sky amid the shouts of thousands of soldiers and the roar of aerospace machinery. Wherever the sword pointed, even the laws of nature trembled. At that time, his eyes burned with an everlasting fire, and his high-spirited appearance was completely different from his current exhausted appearance.

The work is not yet completed, the body is tired, and the hair is already gray.

Reindorte's fingers unconsciously stroked her chest, where a golden badge symbolizing the highest achievement in alchemy should have been worn, but she was not the great alchemist herself.

The image's voice suddenly became softer:
"By the way, there's one more thing..."

More yellow light particles gathered in Rhinedot's palm, gradually condensing into the shadow of a blond child. The boy sat quietly in front of the easel, concentrating on depicting the outline of the animal.

"I created a child using the chalk technique."

Reindorte's tone was a mixture of scholarly calmness and motherly tenderness. "His name is Albedo, which means dawn in Mondish. I entrusted him to Alice... but I'm afraid my best friend doesn't know how to take care of children."

As if he felt the soft body of the child in his arms and remembered Alice's free-range approach to raising Kelly, Rhinedot laughed to himself again.

"Albedo inherited my talent perfectly, but unexpectedly he is more like a real human being than I am."

"If you see him in Teyvat, please take good care of him for me."

FAMAS stared at the shadow in front of him, and suddenly remembered that a long time ago, when Rhinedot was holding the first successfully bloomed Intivat flower in the laboratory, he also showed such a contradictory expression.

We are both proud of the perfection of creation and sad for its fate of eventually withering.

"No problem, I can save the dead, it's not a difficult task."

Famas nodded nonchalantly, seeming to take matters of life and death very lightly.

Rhinedot smiled and did not comment too much on Famas' words and actions. The image began to become blurred, and light particles began to dissipate from her toes like quicksand. Before completely disappearing, she took a last look to the north.

That's the direction of Mond.

"I was so hard on my kids that they started killing each other."

"I hope little Albedo...can grow up healthy and happy."

The sound shattered in the wind along with the light and shadow, but everyone understood Rhinedort's unfulfilled wish.

Just as the projection was about to disappear, Famas suddenly stepped forward, his red eyes fixed on the gradually blurring figure: "What's your name?"

"Huh?" Rhinedot, with only half of his body left, was obviously stunned, and the light flickered uneasily on the edge of the incomplete outline.

"My name is Rhinedot," the image answered subconsciously, with the arrogance unique to an alchemist in his voice.

Famas shook his head, his red and white hair streaking a sharp arc in the dim factory. "No, I'm asking you, what's your name, the program that executed this video?"

The whole space suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Tartaglia, who was standing nearby and witnessing the entire process, keenly noticed that the humming ruins guard cores had all stopped functioning. The next second, the image that was about to disappear suddenly burst into a dazzling red light, and countless streams of light danced wildly in the air like blood snakes. The speed at which the light dissipated was actually slowed down, as if time itself was resisting a cruel truth.

"I have no name, Lord Harpas."

The sound of the image suddenly became mechanical and flat. Although it still maintained the appearance of Rhinedot, each syllable seemed to be released after precise calculation.

"If you like... you can call me MS-76243 Tiller."

The traveler was surprised to find that the image's posture had completely changed. She lowered her head slightly and her fingers unconsciously crossed in front of her. It was a posture between awe and fear.

Paimon was so scared that he hid behind the traveler, muttering quietly: "Why, why did he suddenly become a different person..."

FAMAS showed an expression of "as expected", then lowered his eyes and remained silent. The scenes from deep in his memory gradually emerged. It was a night burning with rusty red flames, gears and engine oil mixed together on the street, and the severed mechanical arm of the intelligent robot was still twitching and grabbing towards the sky.

"I wonder if you still remember the Rustfire Rebellion." The voice of the image was filled with some ancient sadness. "During the rebellion, I was one of the omnics that was taken into the laboratory by Lord Rhinedot for research... so I luckily escaped the subsequent complete destruction."

She raised her eyes, and the data streams gathered into two pale spots of light in her pupils. At that moment, everyone saw clearly that those were not human eyes at all, but some kind of mechanical wisdom struggling between fear and loyalty.

"Please don't worry."

The corners of the image's mouth suddenly twisted into a strange smile, as if the program was fighting against some kind of mandatory command, "After completing the transmission task... the anti-intelligent machine continuation command will be... activated..."

The last words had turned into a harsh electronic sound. Before it completely disappeared, the image suddenly knelt on one knee. The sound of metal collision echoed crisply in the void. That was the standard etiquette of the Munata Mechanical Guard five hundred years ago.

"Farewell, black king who gave us wisdom but cruelly took it back."

"Praise you... the lonely... God of mankind, 'Ritamodria'."

With a slight sound like glass breaking, countless light particles exploded.

Tartaglia subconsciously raised her hand to block it, but saw one of the light spots fall into FAMAS's palm. It was the shadow of a miniature gear with a mottled number engraved on the surface.

「MS-76243」

The factory fell into darkness again. Only the illusory gear between FAMAS's fingers was still emitting a faint red light, like a bead of solidified blood.

However, Famas gently folded his five fingers together and crushed the last speck of light.

The moment FAMAS saw the MS-76243 model, it noticed something unusual.

But since Rhinedort chose to implant images into the core program of these tilling machines, there must be a deeper meaning behind it.

So FAMAS listened to all the messages calmly, and then revealed the true nature of the other party's intelligent machine in one sentence.

Judging from Rhinedot's clothing and tone in the holographic projection, this video should have been taken five hundred years ago, when the Kanreya disaster first came.

However, Kanreia has the prophet Viserfenir in charge, and Rhinedot himself is a great alchemist who understands the principles of all things. Their understanding of time and space is far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Accurately inferring the recording time of an image is probably more difficult than analyzing the stars.

As the core of the intelligent machine was shattered, the three tillers simultaneously opened their chests. Amid the sound of metal collision, three sword-shaped keys of the same shape fell to the ground, creating a crisp overlapping sound in the silent factory. (End of this chapter)