Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

As the first rays of morning sunlight bathed Liyue Harbor, the slumbering port gradually awoke.

The port city experienced its first Lantern Festival under the rule of the Seven Stars, and despite the turmoil, it ultimately passed peacefully.

The promised compensation from Tianquanxing Ningguang was quickly fulfilled. The deceived people got back the Mora they had lost by purchasing the Xiaodeng coupons. The market fluctuations gradually subsided over time, people's minds settled down, and they returned to their daily lives.

The docks of Liyue Harbor were still bustling, with ships coming and going and vendors hawking their wares. At first glance, everything seemed normal.

Looking up, the familiar sky was nowhere to be seen. The Jade Pavilion, which once hung high in the sky as both a symbol of power and a beacon for the seven kingdoms, and the Geo Archon who had protected Liyue for thousands of years, had all vanished without a trace.

The nine million Mora compensation that fell from the sky for the Traveler and Paimona ultimately failed to turn into savings.

The two, who were flush with cash, could hardly resist the allure of Liyue Harbor's prosperity. In just over half a month, most of their fortune slipped away amidst the delicacies of Wanmin Hall, the exquisite pastries of Xinli Pavilion, the dazzling array of shops, and the alchemy table.

Besides shopping, Paimon and travelers were frequently seen at the port.

Yingmei often stood on tiptoe, craning her neck to look in the direction where the Southern Cross fleet was anchored, her eyes full of anticipation, hoping that she could hear from Big Sister Beidou that they were setting off for Inazuma.

However, BeiDou seems to be exceptionally busy lately.

The traveler had also gone to the Dead Star fleet's base near Lonely Cloud Pavilion several times to inquire, and even the sailors on board all recognized her, but each time they could only wave apologetically:

"Traveler, Captain Hokuto has been dealing with some urgent matters lately and is truly unable to leave... Don't worry, once the fleet is confirmed to depart for Inazuma, I promise to notify you immediately!"

The traveler had no choice but to return to Liyue Harbor and continue the daily routine of accepting commissions, completing quests, and running errands.

After talking with Zhiyi and Irina, Famas returned to Liyue Harbor and naturally integrated into the daily lives of Ying and Paimon. The three of them seemed to have rediscovered the carefree time they had in Mondstadt, taking on quests, strolling through the bustling market, or searching for treasure chests in the landscape of Liyue. Their days were fulfilling and carefree.

In fact, nearly half of that huge sum of nine million Mora went to items favored by FAMAS.

Those so-called old items related to demons, and those antiques that didn't look very real... were almost all rare treasures that FAMAS had found in the nooks and crannies of the market.

Whenever Famas spotted something interesting, he would nudge Ying's shoulder with his elbow, nod at the object, lower his voice, and analyze it with great seriousness:
"Ying, look at that... It may not seem useful now, but it will definitely be a treasure on your future adventures!"

Famas would occasionally squint his eyes, muttering to himself, looking as if he knew the secrets of the universe, and point to some unremarkable antique, urging the traveler to buy it:
"Trust me! Ying, buy now, and it'll be worth ten times your money in a few years, a sure thing!"

Although the traveler often looked doubtful, he couldn't resist Famas's confident demeanor. After a moment's hesitation, he finally took out Mora in silence.

At times like this, little Paimon, who was floating to the side, would always stomp his feet in frustration.

"Hey! Ying! Don't be fooled by FAMAS! What can this broken cup do?"

"With this Mora, we can have enough for twenty... no, thirty servings of grilled tigerfish!"

In Paimon's little mind, Mora's ultimate destiny is always the delicious food on the tip of the tongue and the unbridled joy of the moment. While Famas is obsessed with collecting strange and unusual treasures that may not be useful, Paimon's mind is firmly tied to the various food stalls in Liyue Harbor.

Only the traveler, while dealing with the endless stream of whimsical ideas from his two companions, can still spare the time to calmly and pragmatically prepare the necessary gear for the long journey ahead.

As a result, their procurement results appeared particularly bizarre and outlandish.

Paimon insisted on stocking up on ten jars of Wanmintang's secret-recipe pickled Jueyun peppers, three large boxes of almond shortbread from Liuliting wrapped tightly in oil paper, as well as golden shrimp balls and a salad dressing ingredient package that she had prepared for Xiangling for three days and three nights in advance and was enough to support her three-month journey.

Famas, meanwhile, lingered at an inconspicuous antique stall, spending a fortune to acquire a scale supposedly dropped by the vortex demon god Oser, a ferocious-looking and dazzlingly bright square-shaped Nuo dance mask, a unique art teacup with a glaze like molten gold at sunset but a crooked rim that would spin on its own when placed on the table, and a stack of rubbings of folk records supposedly the pearl of the North, annotated by the wind god Barbatos.

Besides travelers.

The girl's rationality was not completely overwhelmed by the shopping frenzy; she diligently prepared the necessities for her trip to Inazuma.

A sturdy, durable canvas tent coated with multiple layers of tung oil for waterproofing; a spare, finely forged, edgeless cold iron sword; a robust survival tool kit bound tightly with Liyue's specialty, tough ramie rope; and a foldable, lightweight, and portable small cooking pot...

The traveler patiently packed these heavy, practical belongings into her four-dimensional bag.

Now everything is ready, only the omen of death is waiting for the sail to be raised.

Nine million Mora sounds like a lot, but after buying all these things, the traveler had almost no spare money left, so the girl returned to her busy days of completing commissions.

And on that very day...

The afternoon sun generously poured down on the bustling docks of Liyue Harbor, and the air was filled with the salty freshness of sea salt and the faint fragrance of freshly painted wood.

After renovation, Yuehai Pavilion has been reborn from the ashes. Its vermilion pillars gleam warmly in the sunlight, and its eaves and brackets exude both ancient majesty and new vitality.

The Traveler, Paimon, and Famas have just completed a lost item quest from the Dock Merchant Guild and are strolling toward the newly renovated administrative center of Liyue.

As soon as I stepped into the outer corridor of Yuehai Pavilion, two familiar figures came into view.

Huixin was slightly frowning as she sorted through a thick stack of documents in her arms. Standing next to her was Bu Yun, the middle-aged man who had once served as the guide to Qunyu Pavilion.

His temples were streaked with frost, and the corners of his eyes were etched with the fine lines of time, yet his figure remained as upright as a pine tree.

At this moment, Bu Yun was also holding several scrolls of documents in his hands. His movements were careful and proper, but his gaze kept unconsciously sweeping over Hui Xin's slightly tired profile, with a kind of concern that was not easily noticed.

Huixin looked up at the sound, her slightly tired face instantly filled with surprise. She was about to wave to the three of them when she realized she was carrying a large stack of documents, so she could only nod emphatically to them:

"Traveler, Paimon... and Mr. Famas? It's been a long time!" (End of Chapter)