Genshin Impact: I Am a Slime

Famas's words proclaiming his divine identity carried a heavy weight, each syllable crashing into the cold air of the stone hall.

Zhiyi's breathing seemed to stop for a moment, not out of fear, but because his mind went blank after being subjected to a huge shock.

Immediately afterwards, countless seemingly unrelated clues, doubts, and the enigmatic attitude of the Seven Stars were suddenly connected and tightened by invisible threads.

The image of that brutal war, known as "The Sun Rises Over the Harbor," instantly filled Zhiyi's mind.

Seven Stars publicly declared that this battle was an invasion by the Great Demons, but Zhiyi knew that Liyue Harbor's defense system was by no means so vulnerable.

Afterwards, Ningguang, Keqing, Tian Shuxing, and others remained tight-lipped about the root cause of the battle, and Yelan's intelligence network was also unusually silent, as if an invisible hand had erased the key information.

And at that moment, the instigator of the war stood right in front of him.

Yelan's almost instinctive wariness and eventual decisive retreat when facing Famas; Famas's ability to easily become a core examiner selected by Tian Shu, a position transcending the rules of Liyue; and the complex light in the depths of Tian Shu's eyes, which he tried to conceal but still revealed, mixed with awe and deep worry, as well as his hesitant silence, whenever he mentioned Famas.

All the fragments of evidence, under the title of "God of War," fit together seamlessly, piecing together a chilling truth.

Zhiyi felt a cold, tingling sensation creeping up from his tailbone.

Every step she meticulously planned—approaching Uncle Tian, ​​gaining his trust, secretly poisoning him, framing Yusupov, and even desperately calling for Famas—was probably as clear as the lines on the palm of the hand in the eyes of that god who could see through the conflicts of the mortal world.

He was like a performer putting on a great show on stage, while Famas was the only one who knew the entire script and sat quietly behind the scenes as an audience member.

His struggles, his betrayals, his desperate cries for help were nothing more than a drama unfolding step by step in the eyes of the gods.

Before a being like a demon god, the mere position of Tian Shu Star and the authority of the Seven Stars of Liyue are probably as insignificant as dust.

If Famas truly harbored ambitions, he only needed to express a hint of desire to Ningguang, and the position of Tian Shu would be his for the taking.

But he didn't.

He simply chose the most divine way, patiently and silently weaving the threads of fate, waiting for Zhiyi, the moth, to fly into the already spread net.

Having figured all this out, Zhiyi's lips slowly curled upwards, forming a cold, emotionless arc.

This is not self-deprecation, but a near-cruel confirmation.

Famas's intervention to save him was no spur-of-the-moment decision. This seemingly discarded piece in the Liyue chess game must still have untapped uses on the grander war chessboard of the gods.

He will never die here.

"I see……"

Zhiyi's voice rang out steadily. The previous shock had been replaced by a calculated calm. He lowered his eyelids slightly, and when he raised them again, his gaze had regained the composure that a candidate for Tian Shu Star should have.

The young man leaned forward slightly towards Famas and gave a respectful and dignified nod, conforming to the ancient etiquette of Liyue, his posture impeccable.

"As you wish, Your Majesty Halpas."

He straightened up, met Famas's unfathomable eyes, and nodded clearly and solemnly, his tone carrying a resolute acceptance of a heavy responsibility: "The flames of war in Inazuma will burn even more thoroughly because of your will."

Zhiyi's gaze fell on his empty hands, then he raised them to meet Famas's unfathomable gaze.

This is what FAMAS values ​​most in Zhiyi: the other party knows how to assess the situation and can quickly change identities.

“However, Lord Famas, I am currently all alone, and I am afraid that if I were to go to Inazuma rashly, I would be unlikely to make the waves you expect.” Zhiyi’s demeanor remained calm, but his words carried a pragmatic and honest consideration, and his meaning was quite clear.

He needs help.

Zhiyi was not afraid to go to Inazuma, nor was he as wary of Famas's identity as Yelan, because now he had almost nothing left but his life.

The politics of the seven kingdoms were inherently intertwined, and the Inazuma Shogunate's undercover agents were likely able to obtain some information about today's events.

That place is not Liyue. Once Zhiyi lands in Inazuma by boat, he could easily be caught off guard by the shogunate and the samurai in charge of his duties, imprisoned, or even extradited back to Liyue.

FAMAS can save him once, but that doesn't mean he can save him an unlimited number of times.

As the god of war, Famas, providing some support was, in Zhiyi's view, only natural.

Fortunately, FAMAS seemed to have no objection to this, and even nodded in approval.

"Of course, I won't let you go empty-handed."

Famas raised his hand, his fingertips casually stroking his chin, as if weighing a trivial matter.

After a moment of contemplation, he seemed to have made a decision, raising his right hand and making a casual wave.

"Splash!"

A dull thud resounded, and a vast number of God's Eyes of various shapes and sizes, like overturned ore, instantly covered the cold ground between the two. They piled up, rolled, and their numbers were astonishing.

But these God's Eyes, which should have contained elemental power, now all exhibited a chilling stillness. Their surface luster had completely disappeared, like dusty, inferior glass beads. No elemental fluctuations could be felt inside, nor could the vibrant, burning desires that had once been entrusted to them be sensed.

They are just cold, soulless relics.

"Let's see if we can resonate with the wishes seen in the eyes of God."

"If you can't, then sell it; consider it your start-up capital for this trip."

Famas's gaze swept over the pile of dull objects on the ground, his eyes flat and expressionless, as if sweeping over a pile of useless pebbles. His tone revealed no trace of regret or concern for these creations that once represented power and desire.

The light of these Eyes of God has been extinguished; to Famas, they are no different from roadside pebbles.

However, in the minds of the mortals of the seven kingdoms of Teyvat, these crystals that have lost their luster possess immeasurable value.

They rarely circulate openly and often exist only in the legends of certain secret auction houses. They are truly rare items with prices but no market. After all, no one can predict whether they will resonate with one of them and thus gain the qualification to step into the extraordinary realm.

The moment the pile of cold objects came into view, Zhiyi held her breath.

His pupils contracted sharply, his gaze fixed on the treasure that exuded an aura of deathly stillness.

Even though Zhiyi was usually deep-thinking, he was deeply shocked by the scene. He never expected that FAMAS's so-called aid would be so shocking, with a chilling cruelty.

The bond between the Eye of God and its holder is unique.

Each of the dulled Eyes of God on the stone hall floor silently proclaimed one fact: a vibrant life had ended, and a being who once wielded elemental power had vanished completely.

Perhaps these extinguished eyes of God should be called proof of death. (End of Chapter)