I am Kamen Rider who reverses dimensions

Upon seeing Yuanxiang's arrival, Zhongli calmly took a sip of tea and said:

"Don't speak yet, this is the most exciting part."

"The black-armored hero, bare-handed, stood at the foot of Tianheng Mountain, and roared at the millions of demonic beasts. His imposing aura was overwhelming, scaring those beasts so much that they ran away in terror..."

This statement was probably modified based on my own experience.

Yuanxiang sat down next to Zhongli with a subtle expression, casually picked up two small snacks, and patiently waited for the storyteller to finish today's joke before looking at Zhongli and saying:

"Have you saved enough money?"

"Ah."

Zhongli calmly finished the tea in the pot, stood up, and walked side by side with Yuanxiang, saying:

"If it weren't for your reminder, all my expenses would probably be on the bill of the Rebirth Hall. Although I am a guest elder there, it is not appropriate from a generally rational point of view."

"How long will it last you?"

"A hundred years or so shouldn't be a problem."

Zhongli smiled at Yuanxiang, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of smugness:

"After all, before this, I could have as much Mora as I wanted."

"Okay, from today onwards we'll have some suckers to fleece."

Yuanxiang chuckled and joked, then stood where he could see the sea and said softly:

So you've retired?

"Not yet, Yuanxiang. Do you remember what I told you back then?"

Zhongli placed his hand on the railing, his tone flat and even, as if he were discussing something ordinary:

"I hope the people of Liyue can break free from the influence of the gods and continue to survive by relying on the power of 'humans'. The death of the 'Emperor' can be seen as a test. Although it came a bit suddenly, it is also a good opportunity to see their abilities. If it is not as I wish, then I can only secretly assist them for a while longer, let them adapt, and then let go."

At this point, Zhongli chuckled helplessly and looked at Yuanxiang, saying:

"But no matter what, Liyue Harbor must eventually return to the hands of the people. The time to walk with the gods is over."

"So, is it true that no one else knew about this except me?"

Yuanxiang whispered to Zhongli:

"When I came here just now, I saw Xiao standing there dumbfounded, leaning on his gun on Guili Plain. If it wasn't because of this, could he be possessed?"

"It must be because of the Emperor's passing. This is something that only the two of us know. Generally speaking, rationally speaking... wait."

At this point, Zhongli suddenly realized something and looked at Yuanxiang with a puzzled expression, saying:

"Why did you pass by Guili Plain? I remember you said last time that the portal was located over there in Ruoduo."

"The fog is so thick over there, I've lost my bearings, this won't do!"

Yuanxiang muttered something fiercely to Zhongli, then patted Zhongli on the shoulder and said:

"Alright, now that you're all right, I'm relieved. Since I'm already here, why don't you spend some time with me and have some fun today?"

"In terms of general rationality, this is the case."

Zhongli gave Yuanxiang a gentle smile, then pointed to the restaurant not far away and said:

"The 'Yunhan Society' will be performing there soon, and it will be the leader's turn to sing. You know, that leader has a sweet singing voice, a pretty appearance, and is famous for her lively and emotional performances. Whether it's a delicate and dignified young lady or a righteous and heroic woman, she can portray it perfectly. What's even more rare is that she also knows how to write scripts. So every time she goes on stage, I look forward to it. After all, I've already heard all the old stories of Liyue."

"I thought you had some taboos here, like everyone having to be vegetarian, wearing mourning clothes and abstaining from music, or something like that."

"Of course not. No matter who leaves, life in Liyue will continue. Besides, drama is more important than anything else."

Zhongli answered Yuanxiang softly:

"The tickets have already been sold. Even if the sky were to fall, the show must still be performed. That's basic professional ethics. Alright, let's go inside and talk first, otherwise we might not be able to get good seats."

To be honest, Yuanxiang really couldn't appreciate the charm of the Peking Opera-like singing style. But seeing how much Zhongli enjoyed it, the boy could only mutter helplessly that he didn't have the musical talent. However, the food in Liyue after the show almost made Yuanxiang burst, especially the fried tofu and the big plate of chicken, which Yuanxiang liked the most.

However, the only drawback was that right after they finished eating, while Yuanxiang and Zhongli were taking a stroll, a guy suddenly barged in. The guy was tall and slender, wearing a gray outfit with rolled-up sleeves that slightly exposed his abdomen. He had a water-attribute God's Eye on his belt, a metal shoulder armor on his left shoulder, and a scarf ribbon fixed to his chest that swung back from his left shoulder. A red mask was worn diagonally on his orange short hair. From his appearance, he seemed to be a young man who was still quite immature.

As that abruptly joined the strolling group, Yuanxiang subconsciously glanced at Zhongli, only to see the Emperor shaking his head slightly indifferently. He then paid no further attention to this suddenly appearing fellow.

"Mr. Zhongli, the night is so beautiful tonight. Did your Wangsheng Hall deliberately choose this time to carry out your operation?"

"In terms of general rationality, this is indeed the case."

With this disruptive person, Yuanxiang and Zhongli's conversation could no longer continue. Zhongli casually found a rather nice-looking teahouse to rest, and while holding his teacup, he said to the newcomer:

"But more importantly, it depends on the date and time. A proper burial is not something that can be done simply by finding a place to put a person down."

"I see. Your Rebirth Hall must have it tough. By the way, I don't think I've seen this young man before. Hello, my name is Tadalia."

Completely outgoing, Yuanxiang looked at the smiling young man who greeted him and politely nodded, saying softly:

"Hello, my name is Yuanxiang, nice to meet you."

"Yuanxiang?! Ah, I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before."

To Gensou's surprise, upon hearing his name, Tadalia slightly raised an eyebrow, as if startled, blinked, and a subtle scrutiny appeared in his eyes, but his tone remained unchanged as he said:

"It seems there's someone in Mondstadt with the same name as you, and they're a follower of the Anemo Archon. They played a huge role during the monster siege and... apparently they were also involved in the death of the 'Doctor' of Winterfell."

"...Are you trying to say it's me?"

Genji was silent for a moment, then looked at D'Artagnan and said:

"You don't seem like a very good liar, yet you say you don't feel there's much need to hide it?"

"Haha, don't mind it, don't mind it. I was just saying it casually. After all, he's Mr. Zhongli's friend. How could a decent Liyue person become the Wind God..."

"I am not from Liyue."

Gensho interrupted D'Artagnan, holding his teacup, and said:

"But I'm not from Mondstadt either."

"Look, I've only gotten at least half right..."

"But the death of the 'Master' of the Fools was truly a cause for celebration."

As soon as Gensou finished speaking, he saw Tadalia's expression freeze, but the boy still swirled his teacup and said softly:

“To experiment on living people, and even on children, no matter what kind of experiments they were conducting, they deserve to die no matter how many times they die, don’t you agree, Mr. Tatalia?”

"...Regarding this, I also feel uncomfortable."

D'Artagnan paused for a moment, then looked at Genjiro and said with a smile:

“But he’s still an executive officer of the Fools’ clan in the Kingdom of Winter, just like me. And… well, Gensou, if you don’t mind, could you come and sit at the bank in Liyue? Just to help me with my work. If anyone asks about it in the future, I’ll be able to handle it, and you’ll save yourself some trouble. What do you think?”

"not good."

The one who answered Tadalia was not Yuanxiang, but Zhongli, who sat to the side. At this moment, this emperor, who was idly wandering in the mortal world, slightly opened his eyes, and endless coldness burst forth from them. He said in a solemn tone:

“Dartaria, in the grand scheme of things, you’ve disturbed my friend’s leisure time, and now you’re going to attack my friend. Isn’t that going too far?”

"Well... oh well, I can't help it, that's what they said."

D'Artagnan scratched the back of his head, then slapped the table, maintaining his smile as he said:

"How about this, let's have a fight, and whoever wins gets to decide."

"........."

"........."

Upon hearing this, Genji and Zhongli exchanged a knowing glance, then nodded in unison, stood up, and headed out of town. Seeing this, Tartaglia's eyes gleamed with fervor, as if all that had been said was merely a prelude to action. Upon arriving outside Liyue Town, Tartaglia immediately conjured two short blades with his Vision, gripped them, and looked at Genji and Zhongli with a smile, saying:

"Although it's not really appropriate, I'm actually quite good at fighting. And just a heads up, if you see I'm not in good form, remember to admit defeat immediately. I get easily carried away when we spar."

"........."

"........."

Watching Tadalia begin to move his body ten meters away, seemingly ready to pounce at any moment, Genji and Zhongli exchanged another silent glance. Then, the Emperor sighed helplessly, putting away the golden spear he had somehow produced. Genji then stepped forward and casually tossed a coin. Tadalia understood this perfectly well; once the coin landed, the sparring would begin. He could already feel his fighting spirit boiling with fervor. The moment he heard the coin land, it would transform into a fierce attack, biting down on his enemy. Thinking of this, Tadalia whispered to Genji, who hadn't yet taken his stance:

"Be careful, don't hold back, or something bad might happen."

'Ding~~~'

As D'Artagnan finished speaking, the tossed coin landed on the stone with a crisp echo, and then...

"I have never heard of such a strange request."

Yuanxiang, with a subtle expression, retorted to Zhongli:

"Even the weirdos in my area wouldn't dare say something like that to me."

Zhongli glanced silently at D'Artagnan, whose face had developed dark circles under her eyes in the blink of an eye, and said softly:

"do you died?"

"No, I know my limits. This person is, after all, an executor of the Fatui. Wouldn't it be trouble for you if he died in Liyue?"

Gensou waved his hand, looked at the unconscious D'Artagnan, and said softly:

"At most, my head will feel a little uncomfortable for the next few days."

"It's not troublesome at all. Even if the Queen of Zhidong Kingdom comes in person, it won't be a problem for me. It's just a matter of you fighting the younger one and me fighting the older one. In terms of age, it's just right."

Zhongli calmly said in a soft voice:

"But if you kill this person, I'll go back and have the hall master bury him. We've been busy with the Emperor's funeral lately, and the hall has plenty of funeral supplies right now."

"And let you practice your skills while you're at it?"

Yuanxiang said with a smile:

"After all, a funeral is something that only happens once in a lifetime."

"Indeed, in terms of general rationality."

Zhongli casually picked up Tadalia and said to Yuanxiang as they walked:

"Although Hu Tao is accomplished at a young age, this is her first time being in charge of the Emperor's funeral. Although I understand etiquette and rules, I am still worried that the child might cause trouble due to excessive excitement. So, it is good to give her a chance to try it out."

"I feel like this art style is getting weirder and weirder."

Yuanxiang complained:

"You wouldn't be planning to go to the Emperor's tomb and pose for a peace sign photo after the Emperor is buried, would you?"