The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

"Um... okay, but don't try anything funny." Yuan Shang looked at the size of the camp and agreed.

Judging from the size of that camp, even if all the garrison inside were deployed, it probably wouldn't be enough for him to fight alone. Of course, this doesn't apply if there are any possessors of the Eye of God among them.

But Yuan Shang wasn't intimidated; he could simply activate his full power. He didn't believe anyone could instantly kill him.

"Alright!" The soldier nodded and ran back to the camp without looking back.

……

"Cough cough..."

"Well……"

"it hurts……"

The campsite was small, but it was packed with people.

Because of the heavy rain, the ground at the campsite was muddy. A few dry branches, picked up from who-knows-where, were simply used to build a makeshift shelter, which, covered with a tattered cloth, served as a makeshift "shelter."

The cardboard and wood chips laid on the ground did nothing to stop the muddy water from seeping in. Lying in the yellowish mud were patients groaning in pain.

In severe cases, the eyes are tightly closed, the face is contorted and crazed, and the mouth is muttering incoherently, as if seeing something terrifying.

In milder cases, the person is struggling to stay upright on the ground, panting heavily, looking as if they are about to collapse.

Regardless of the situation, everyone was shrouded in a faint black mist—this was the resentment left behind by the evil spirits and demons.

Since the outbreak of the evil spirit on Bayun Island, countless people have died under its influence. The dark sky seems to reflect the fate of the island's inhabitants.

"Mom...Mom, I feel so...so bad..."

"Child... just bear with it, we'll be going to Narukami Island soon."

Inside the camp, besides groans, the most frequent sounds were words of mutual encouragement like these. Despite such harsh conditions, everyone still held onto hope.

Because the shogunate's foot soldiers found them and said they would send them back to Narukami Island.

That is the main island of Inazuma, home not only to Narukami Taisha, the largest shrine in Inazuma, but also to Raiden-sensei (the Thunder General).

A mere vengeful spirit should be a minor problem on Narukami Island.

With this in mind, many patients from Hachiyū Island, even those from far away, would come here, not for any other reason than to ride the wave-riding ship that the foot soldiers spoke of, which was heading towards Narukami Island.

"Stop making noise! ​​If you keep this up, none of you will be leaving! Be quiet!"

The groans seemed too loud, drawing the ire of the garrison. A hatamoto general, clad in armor and wearing a Hannya mask, emerged from the gleaming tent and roared from afar.

"Yes...yes, sir!"

"I...I understand. I'm sorry to have troubled you, sir."

"Shh... Okay, okay, you'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

The moment the hatamoto general roared, the noise in the chaotic camp instantly subsided.

"Hmph... what a bunch of scoundrels." The hatamoto samurai swiped his nose and immediately walked away.

Who knows if this evil spirit is contagious? Right now, he just wants to deal with this group of people and get out of this awful place as soon as possible.

Just as he opened his tent and walked back into the dry, warm camp, he saw a foot soldier rushing towards him from outside the camp.

Upon closer inspection, he realized it was the captain of the last patrol team. The general was immediately overjoyed; it seemed they could set off.

"Shimada, why are you so slow? How many have you found?" The military officer looked at Shimada, who was alone, and frowned slightly.

Could something have gone wrong? That shouldn't be the case. The rebels' headquarters is quite a distance away, and with the outbreak of supernatural activity here, even an army would have to go around it.

"Replying to your question, sir... we found... one." Shimada took a breath and replied.

"One?" The military officer was somewhat surprised, but then he shook his head and said, "One is fine, take him with you and get out of this godforsaken place as soon as possible!"

"M-Master..." Shimada looked around and unconsciously lowered his voice.

"That person possesses the Eye of God, and his strength is considerable."

"He's a foreigner, unfamiliar with Inazuma, and was heading to Umijima Island. I tricked him into coming here. We'll get him on board too; we won't need to lift a finger. We'll just need to chisel through the bottom of the ship..."

Shimada didn't continue. They were already acting on the orders of the Kujo family head to deal with those infected by the vengeful spirits, and if they could also frame the resistance army, that would be even better.

And the people behind him almost perfectly fit this description. Foreigners, the Eye of God, going to Haiqi Island—these are all characteristics of many Eye of God holders in the resistance.

If we wait until he drowns, change his clothes, and then use some subtle wording, we can surely severely damage the reputation of the resistance.

"Oh? It seems you've thought of this quite thoroughly?" The military officer had obviously considered these things as well. He looked back at the military tent behind him. With so few men, it was best to avoid a direct confrontation.

Let's see if we can coax him onto the boat. If we can, that would be great. If not...

The commander looked at the tattered tents in the camp, some half-collapsed and some half-destroyed. With so many people, he figured he could take some hostages and others as shields and defeat him.

"Bring him here, are you sure he doesn't know anything?"

"I'm certain, he might not even be able to tell the difference between the rebels and us!" Shimada said with a mocking expression, but then he quickly realized something and added:

"By the way, sir, the reason I lied to him was that there was a ship going to Haiqi Island, and these people who were about to die..."

"know."

The military officer waved his hand impatiently, then walked into the camp and shouted, "Set off immediately! All quiet! If anyone utters a single word, get off the ship!"

There was another burst of noise and panic, but it quickly subsided.

"Is this alright?" Hatamoto, the military commander, walked back and said to Shimada.

"Yes! Of course!"

Shimada nodded hurriedly, as if he could already see Fuchigami drowning.

Chapter 326 Insects

2023-12-01

"Sir, go this way."

Following Shimada, Fuchigami entered the crowded camp. The first thing that caught his eye was the pained yet curious gazes of the people.

The fact that the shogunate soldiers treated him with such respect meant he must be some important figure. Although this important figure had no servants holding umbrellas for him and looked like a drowned rat.

“These people…” Yuan Shang looked at the shacks, large and small, in front of him. He lifted his foot, and the sole of his shoe was covered with accumulated yellow mud.

They are clearly patients. Can they really recover well in this kind of environment?

“These are all patients infected with the evil spirits of Hachiyun Island.” Shimada said, taking a step back. Evil spirits are contagious, and he didn’t want to go mad and die like the people on the island.

"Is everyone here?" Hearing the commotion, Hatamoto Takeshi came out of the tent, but only glanced at Fuchigami before paying him no further attention.

This made Yuan Shang, who was about to explain something, immediately stop in his tracks. If he had known that the management here was so lax, he wouldn't have had to rack his brains to come up with an excuse.

He even fabricated the identity of a light novel author for himself—in reality, he didn't put much thought into it; it was mainly Yuan You who gave him advice.

However, what Fuchigami didn't notice was that after seeing Fuchigami's retreating steps, the hatamoto warrior immediately loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

It seems this guy named "Yuanshang" is really naive to the extreme.

"Everyone's here." Shimada winked at the military commander.

"Hoo—, get up! Let's go!" The general took a deep breath and then shouted.

With his roar, the once quiet camp instantly became noisy.

Regardless of their severity, all the patients forced themselves to stand up. Perhaps because of the heavy rain, or perhaps because of the war, the patients didn't have much to bring, and in no time, everyone in the camp had finished packing.

Of course, it's also possible that the hope for a new life gave them strength beyond what they had ever had before.

Seeing the scene before him, the general nodded in satisfaction. He waved his hand and said, "Looks like you guys have some strength after all. Let's go! No one will care if you fall behind!"

Having said that, he strode ahead.

The hatamoto samurai's movement served as a signal. Following his gesture, the large group set off for the distant beach.

The generals were in front, the foot soldiers were on both sides of the formation, and the patients were in the center.

Foot soldiers are inherently faster than ordinary people, not to mention that most of the people in the camp are infected with the evil spirits.

Before long, some people will be unable to hold on.

"call……"

The woman held her child's hand with one hand and carried a rain-soaked cloth bag with the other. She felt a burning pain in her throat.

She knew her strength was about to give out.

With her teeth gripping the handle of the cloth bag, the woman used her free hand to scoop out handfuls of grain from the bag and stuff them into her tattered pockets.

She stuffed every possible spot on her clothes full. Then, with a heavy heart, she let go of her mouth.

The grain, already swollen from being soaked by the rain, was scattered all over the ground, but the woman paid no attention to it. She just kept running, pulling her child along as she ran frantically.

The men in the family used to be miners who worked in the sand mines, but they disappeared a long time ago.

Her valuables and other possessions were all used up when she fell ill with the evil spirit; the grains she saved were her only remaining "assets."

But she didn't care about any of that. As long as she could get on the ship to Narukami Island, everything would be alright. So she had to keep up; she couldn't fall behind!

"Cough!" His chest heaved violently as the pain, which had started in his throat, spread to his lungs.

After a violent coughing fit, the woman felt as if her legs had suddenly lost their bones and tendons, and her legs went limp. Then her gaze involuntarily drifted downwards.

"Is this it?" the woman murmured in a daze. She wasn't afraid of death.

What she feared was that her death would take her young child with her.

"Not yet."

The woman suddenly felt someone hug her. Opening her eyes, she saw it was the "adult" she had seen at the camp earlier.

"Your things." Fuchigami lightly hung the dried cloth bag on a tree branch, then turned and shouted at the foot soldiers in the distance:

"You bunch of useless idiots up there!!! Stop right there!!!"

The roar from the abyss was even louder than that of the hatamoto warriors. The sound waves even shook the raindrops, causing them to flip and reflect light in a way that was completely different from the other raindrops, forming streaks of silvery white light that made the foot soldiers in the distance pause in their tracks.

“Huh, huh.”

"Cough cough cough..."

The footsteps stopped, replaced by heavy breathing.