Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Paimon only needs to be carefree, but travelers have a lot to consider.

The war between demons and gods, which was lost to the long passage of time, left behind more than just ruins and legends.

Power struggles, betrayals by allies, intertwined love and hate... Can the lingering resentments born from deceit and intrigue, like ancient roots buried deep in the earth, truly be quietly dissolved in these seemingly peaceful times?

The traveler didn't know either.

Famas's existence is like a door to the ancient past, through which travelers can glimpse a corner of that barbaric era and gain a far greater understanding of the word "demon god" than ordinary people.

Like a demon or a god, they are not so clearly distinct.

So-called stances and morality sometimes depend on a single thought of those who wield great power.

The thought weighed heavily on my mind, carrying an indescribable chill.

The traveler took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing his turbulent thoughts, and brought his attention back to the present moment.

She looked at Famas, who had his arms crossed and a "you finally remembered to ask me" expression on his face, and asked:
"Nafamas, what are you planning to do in the coming days?"

The traveler paused, recalling the information the boy had mentioned earlier, and added, "According to you, it should still be some time before Captain Beidou's fleet returns to Liyue Harbor, right?"

"Hmm, that's right."

Famas curled his lip, his expression suggesting that they were lucky, with a hint of barely perceptible smugness in his tone.

"That's why I said you chose a very good time to call me."

The boy deliberately emphasized the words "very good".

"Eh!!!"

The cheers almost pierced the sky.

Paimon shot into the air like a lit firecracker, waving his arms and legs excitedly.

She and the traveler exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with barely suppressed surprise.

They had experienced this sense of security countless times in the vast forests and ancient ruins of Mondstadt.

Famas' seemingly casual yet incomparably powerful strength is like the most solid bulwark, allowing them to face the ferocious monsters lurking deep within the secret realm.

Many perilous places that travelers and Paimon themselves would only dare to dodge... such as the deep caves inhabited by abyssal mages, or the canyons occupied by raging Hilichurls.

The mere sight of Famas standing there was enough to embolden travelers and Paimon to venture in and investigate.

But since setting foot on the land of Liyue, FAMAS has been like an elusive wind.

He either remains a mystery, appearing and disappearing like a dragon, or he gets caught up in the earth-shattering conflict with the Liyue Immortals and Zhongli.

After everything finally settled down, he dragged that unreliable bard Venti around the world, leaving only the Traveler and Paimon to rely on their own strength to explore the intricate landscapes and treacherous ancient ruins of Liyue.

Many perilous places, teeming with treasures and secrets, had forced travelers and Paimon to detour due to their lack of strength, a frustration and regret still fresh in their minds. Now… Famas has the time! He says the timing is perfect!
That long-lost sense of excitement, the freedom to explore the unknown, burned brightly in Paimon's eyes like a bonfire being lit.

With FAMAS by your side, those once-untouchable secret realms and legendary, dangerous ruins seem to become within reach!
"Then what are we waiting for! Let's go! We still have several Adventurers' Guild quests to complete!"

Paimon excitedly grabbed Famas's shoulder with his little hand, as if he had pulled on a rein, eager to drag this powerful henchman into the vast wilderness of Liyue.

"Hurry up! Mora's waiting for us to exchange our request for some good food today!"

The traveler smiled as he looked at Paimon's energetic appearance, temporarily suppressing the heavy thoughts in his mind about the nature of demons, the rights and wrongs of power, and Heureia's tragic fate.

Those questions may never be answered...

A sense of regret and confusion swept through the girl's heart.

While the fate of the Salt Demon is regrettable, the traveler knows that there's not much he can do besides this less-than-pleasant interrogation. Earning Mora and preparing for the Inatsume trip is the more realistic option right now.

Under Paimon's insistent tugging, Famas swayed slightly, somewhat helplessly following Paimon out of the city. His face showed a comical sense of being forced into something, but his steps did not truly resist.

The Traveler and Paimon were unaware that Famas, who seemed to have been temporarily recruited by them, had a much more complex reason for choosing to stay in Liyue than they imagined.

The territory of Sumeru is closely connected to the western border of Liyue through the underground veins of the Rocky Abyss.

If Famas really wanted to get to Sumeru as soon as possible, there was no need to wait for any ship schedule to go to Omos Port; he could simply rent a vehicle and head straight to the border of Sumeru.

With his strength, crossing what mortals consider insurmountable obstacles is by no means difficult.

Even the Inazuma Islands, which were sealed off by terrifying thunderstorms, were not a dead end for Famas. With his current strength, he could forcefully cross the Cloud Sea, cleaving through the lightning and riding the waves.

Famas is still staying in Liyue, ostensibly at the Traveler's request, but there are other reasons behind it.

The young man still has some plans to complete in Liyue, but more importantly, he is not yet ready to face his old friends with a certain attitude.

Akhta's loyalty was like fine iron, forged through countless trials and tribulations, unblemished in the slightest. Famas had no doubt about it, and even in certain life-or-death situations, his trust in the Hand of the King surpassed his certainty in his own judgment.

It was an almost instinctive act of surrender, as if one were placing their most vulnerable lifeline in the other's hands.

However, when faced with the "Great Auspicious Wisdom Lord of the Great Good Dharma" Buyer, now this newly sprouted little auspicious grass king with still tender branches and leaves, Famas did not know how to deal with it.

Buyer's memories may be shattered like a broken mirror, scattered in the dust, but those fragments, settled deep within the ancient veins of the World Tree, those vows of standing shoulder to shoulder, those battles that burned to the end, those tragic defeats that ultimately led to collapse and buried countless hopes...

They were not truly annihilated, but merely dormant. With the eternal and magnificent breath of the World Tree, and with the silent stretching of each new branch, like an awakened flame, they will eventually, bit by bit, flow back into Buyer's gradually awakening sea of ​​consciousness.

Has the collapse and failure of ideals left indelible, even irreparable, rifts in the hearts of former allies?
When this newborn deity, pure as morning dew yet potentially bearing the questions of eternal wisdom, gazes upon Famas with eyes so clear they reflect the soul, what will she ask?
What about those sunsets stained red by war? What about those promises abandoned in dire straits? Or what about Famas' true intentions as he steps onto the land of Sumeru?

Famas could almost hear the silent question echoing in the stillness.

He didn't know how to respond to these questions, whether with feeble explanations or with equally doubtful silence.
Famas instinctively tightened his fingers, his knuckles turning slightly white, and a very soft sigh, yet seemingly carrying an immense weight, escaped his lips. (End of Chapter)