Super God: Diary System, but without a brain.

Chapter 273

"Alright, now that the bedbugs are dealt with—"

Su Bai waved his hand and spoke in a clear voice.

"Alright everyone, let's start the party!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Mount Aozang was instantly covered in blooming flowers.

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned for a moment.

A celebration? After what just happened?

The blood of the stragglers was still warm, Manyo's sword was still shattered on the ground, and the faces of the Kamisato siblings were still wet with tears.

Lei Yingdian was still standing next to that dim Eye of God, even his breathing was very careful.

The air was filled not with a celebratory atmosphere, but with the stench of blood, exhaustion, and a certain indescribable heaviness.

"I'm talking about Su Bai," Mavica said first, hands on her hips as she looked at him.

"Isn't this transition a bit too abrupt? One second it was bloody and the next it's a celebration?"

"Otherwise what?" Su Bai retorted confidently.

"We won a battle, but instead of celebrating, we're supposed to have a collective moment of silence? The dead weren't exactly innocent either."

Everyone looked at each other.

Although the statement is crude, it seems to make some sense.

Wendy suddenly chuckled.

He picked up the violin, ran his fingers across the strings, and plucked a light, cheerful note.

"That's right." He blinked.

"It would be a shame not to sing a song on such a wonderful day."

As he spoke, he actually jumped up.

It was an extremely old piece of music, with a brisk and joyful rhythm, carrying the unique free and easy style of Mondstadt.

The sound of the zither drifted through the sea of ​​flowers, like a warm breeze, blowing away the heavy atmosphere that had settled on the mountaintop.

Barbatos's lead finally eased the tension somewhat.

Mavica shook her head and chuckled, then pulled out a jar of wine from somewhere and slapped open the clay seal:

"Alright, since the Wind God has spoken, let's make it lively."

Zhongli took out a tea set from somewhere and slowly poured water, warmed the cups, and added tea leaves, his movements flowing smoothly.

The aroma of tea rose gently, mingling with the scents of wine and flowers, gradually giving the once tense mountaintop a more relaxed feel.

Naxi Da squatted in front of a cluster of newly blooming flowers, carefully touched the petals with her fingertips, then looked up and gave Su Bai a soft smile.

Funina took the glass of wine from Mavica, took a small sip, nodded demurely, and said, "Not bad."

Navelette whispered a reminder to her not to drink too much, but she pretended not to hear.

Even the Ice Queen accepted the tea offered by Zhong Li and nodded slightly.

The Fools behind her, though still vigilant, looked noticeably more relaxed than when they arrived.

However, not everyone can switch moods immediately.

Manyo picked up the broken pieces of the sword one by one, wrapped them in a piece of cloth, and put them in his bosom.

Then he sat down on the ground, took the drink Wendy offered, tilted his head back and took a big gulp. The spicy taste went down his throat, washing away the indescribable sourness.

Wan Ye shook his head helplessly. This liquor is really strong…

"Heh, it seems our Manyo has become so weak after all this time? He can't even handle a sip of strong liquor?"

Man Ye's hand, which was about to put down the wine glass, suddenly stopped.

this voice

He knew it all too well.

He knew it so well that every word seemed to have been retrieved from his deepest and most distant memories. He was so familiar with it that he dared not turn around, afraid that if he did, the voice would shatter as it had countless times when he woke up from a dream.

However, the person behind him didn't give him a chance to hesitate. He reached out, snatched the wine glass from his hand, and took a big gulp.

"Hiss—cough cough." The man was clearly not expecting the drink to be so strong, and he almost choked and spat it out before he could react.

But he forcefully suppressed his cough and, in a voice as steady as possible, added, feigning composure:

"...It's not as scary as I thought. You've really gotten lame, Manyo."

"you……"

Wan Ye looked at the person who walked up to him, opened his mouth, but it was as if something was blocking his throat.

That face, that smile, that nonchalant tone—it was exactly the same as I remembered.

"Me? What happened to me?"

The man sat down beside him without a care, casually picked up the long-dimmed Eye of God that had been resting on Manyo's lap, and twirled it between his fingers.

"Wow, my Eye of God—it wasn't embedded in the statue? That's impressive, Manyo."

The moment he picked up the Eye of God, the glass ball that had been silent all night lit up again.

Looking at the lit-up Eye of God, and then at the familiar face before him that made his heart ache, Wan Ye finally found his voice again.

"...You still owe me the wine you haven't paid back."

My friend was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

The laughter was clear and bright, like the wind, passing through the sea of ​​flowers, through the sound of the zither, and into the ears of everyone on the summit of Mount Aozang.

Wendy, who was playing the zither, paused, looked up, and a hint of surprise flashed in her emerald eyes.

He tilted his head and listened for a moment, a knowing smile slowly curving his lips. His fingers subtly shifted the melody, changing from a cheerful toasting song to an older, gentler tune.

"Isn't this how I return the favor?" The friend shook the wine glass he had snatched from Wan Ye's hand, then tilted his head back and took a swig.

This time he was prepared; the strong liquor went down his throat without him even flinching.

"But seriously, this liquor is really strong. Where did you get it?"

"Given by the Wind God."

A smile played on Wan Ye's lips.

"Wind, the Wind God?!"

My friend was so startled by those words that he almost dropped his wine glass, spilling a few drops that soaked into a small dark patch on his knee.

Seeing his reaction, Wan Ye's smile deepened, and he raised his hand to gently gesture in Wendy's direction.

"Look, that is Lord Wind God."

His friend instinctively looked in the direction he was pointing.

Wendy was sitting among the flowers, holding her violin. When she saw him looking over, she winked at him and gave him her usual slightly mischievous smile.

"Hehe~"

The friend quickly stood up and bowed respectfully: "Lord Wind God!"

Wendy waved her hand, her tone casual and friendly: "Oh dear, don't be so surprised. Just treat me like a regular friend."

"This... I wouldn't dare," the friend quickly shook his head.

Wendy's smile widened, a mischievous glint flashing in her emerald eyes:

"Really? In that case—you'll have to go and say hello to the Rock God, Water God, Fire God, Grass God, Ice God over there, as well as your Inazuma's Thunder God and former Thunder God, one by one~"

The friend instinctively looked in the direction Wendy was pointing, and froze on the spot.