Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

After Rhinedot's last sentence, the image of him was like a sand painting blown away by the wind, with spots of light drifting away and finally disappearing in the humming sound of machinery.

The factory fell into silence for a moment, only three keys fell to the ground, emitting an ominous dark light.

The traveler still maintained a defensive posture, his brow furrowed.

Because the information revealed in Rhinedot's words was too huge, including the threat from the abyss, the annihilation bomb of Kanreya, and the secret connection between FAMAS and the ancient underground country...

These clues are like scattered puzzle pieces, but they lack the most crucial connection, and the words of the omnic named MS-76243 before it disappeared:
"The black king who gave us wisdom but cruelly took it back."

The traveler turned his amber eyes to Famas, trying to find the answer from his face, but the other party just stared at the key silently, his red hair hanging down, hiding his expression.

Tartaglia coughed lightly, breaking the silence. He straightened up on his knees, and although his face was pale, he still forced out his usual casual smile:

"Oh, it seems we have heard something incredible." He glanced at the traveler, a trace of inquiry flashing in his blue eyes, "Five hundred bombs that can kill the devil? That great alchemist is really... enthusiastic."

At this moment, Paimon finally came back to his senses from the shock, and stamped his feet in the air anxiously: "Wait, wait, wait! How can you all be so calm! What is that 'annihilation bomb' that Reindorte mentioned? FAMAS, why do people call you a human god? What does Black King mean? What's the seal of Kanria..."

Little Paimon asked a string of questions like a machine gun, grabbing Famas's cape with his little hands.

"Don't pretend you didn't hear it!"

Famas sighed and finally raised his head. He reached out and picked up the key on the ground. His fingertips rubbed over the dark red runes. His tone was calm and almost deliberate:

"Paimon, if you are too curious, you won't live long."

"Hey! You're still cursing Lord Paimon at a time like this!"

Paimon, who had long been familiar with Famas, would not be frightened again. Instead, he puffed up his cheeks in anger and turned to the traveler for help:
"Traveler, please say something!"

Yingmei did not respond immediately, but stared into Famas' eyes and said slowly: "It's okay, if it's inconvenient..."

"What's the inconvenience?"

Famas smacked his lips nonchalantly, but his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was choosing his words, and after a moment he pouted.

"In short, Rhinedot recorded this video in advance to try to convince me that Kanreya had never betrayed the alliance... and by the way, he also left me a task."

Famas' tone was light, but it was faintly ironic, as if even he himself found this statement a little ridiculous. After he finished speaking, he sighed softly, his red eyes drooping:
"The only problem now is..."

Famas suddenly stopped and didn't finish the second half of his sentence.

He didn't quite trust Rheindorf.

Perhaps the great alchemist who once worked for Munata was trustworthy, but what about now? Too much time has passed, people's hearts will change, their positions will change, and even oaths can be corroded by time.

Not to mention whether Rhinedot, who obtained the Heart of Naberis, has already become a puppet of the authorities?
After all, when Famas first dived into the abyss to obtain the Heart of Naberis, he was almost bewitched by the power contained in it. The whisper that almost devoured his sanity still makes his back shiver when he recalls it.

The Traveler and Paimon did not notice anything unusual about Famas, but Tartaglia keenly caught the flash of gloom in his eyes.

"Ah……"

Tartaglia chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest, a hint of understanding flashing in her icy blue eyes.

After all, he is the executive officer of the Fatui. If he can't even see this little clue, it would be a dereliction of duty.

"I now understand a little bit what 'the lonely human king' means."

He deliberately drew out his voice, with a hint of teasing and a hint of subtle sympathy in it.

"You don't believe what the great alchemist said?" The straightforward question made Famas raise his eyebrows slightly. His red pupils stared at Tartaglia, but he remained silent.

In Tartaglia's opinion, this expression was undoubtedly a sign of agreement.

"what!"

Tartaglia shook her head, a look of disgust on her face, as if she was thinking of the bureaucrats in the Winter Solstice City Hall who only cared about formalities and ignored the lives of the people.

“My dad used to say something when he was ice fishing.”

He paused deliberately, his eyes sweeping over everyone present, finally landing on Famas.

“It’s wise to doubt, but if you can’t even trust your own shadow, you’ll just freeze to death on the icy lake.”

There were some intriguing hints hidden in the young executive's chilly tone.

"Oh? It seems you know a lot."

FAMAS stared at Tartaglia's face calmly, his red eyes were so deep that it was hard to guess what he was thinking at the moment. There seemed to be an invisible pressure spreading in the air, and even the humming of the factory machinery seemed to become distant.

Tartaglia was keenly aware of the change in atmosphere, and immediately stopped teasing. A well-behaved smile appeared on his face, and he reached out and touched the back of his head, and said in a brisk tone:

"Well, this is just my personal opinion. These words are definitely nothing to Mr. Harpas, right?"

Famas nodded slightly, but his eyes suddenly turned to the distance, and his tone was meaningful:

"Of course. Also, have you forgotten something very important?"

Everyone followed the boy's gaze and noticed that Wendy was still half-squatting in the factory's observation room, with her hands gently placed on Tok's ears.

The young boy still had his eyes closed, and his clear voice echoed in the empty factory:
"Three, two, one!"

"Brother, I'm done counting! Are you hiding?"

Even after the countdown ended, Toke did not lower his hands from covering his eyes, but asked expectantly.

At the same time, Wendy released her hands from the boy's ears, and a barely perceptible glimmer of wind element flashed through his turquoise braids.

At this moment, Tartaglia and the Traveler felt some subtle spatial fluctuations at the same time. They both looked at Wendy at the same time, but the poet just smiled shyly and then glanced at Famas worriedly.

Although they were far away, Wendy witnessed everything that had just happened. The moment the image of Rhinedort popped up, the little poet used some tricks to keep Tok's perception in the countdown world.

Otherwise, at a normal counting speed, the boy should have discovered the abnormality in this hide-and-seek game long ago.

"Thank you for your help, Lord Barbatos."

Tartaglia mouthed something silently, then flashed and swiftly hid behind the nearest ruins guard.

The violent movement affected his injuries, and he had to hold on to the cold mechanical arm to catch his breath for a while before he managed to steady his voice and responded:

"I'm hidden, Tok."

The young executive officer's tone was still brisk, as if the weakness just now had never existed. But his pale face and cold sweat on his forehead exposed Tartaglia's true condition.

The Demon King Arms will indeed gradually devour the life of the user.

But he could gain power by sacrificing his life, and Tartaglia never regretted it. (End of this chapter)