Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

"You think you can trap me like this? Or... what you truly desire has never been my life?"

Deep within a mental space that resembled a prison, the doctor spoke slowly, his tone calm and unhurried, as if he were in the midst of a long-lost conversation.

The place was silent and empty, almost like nothingness, with only him standing there.

However, the doctor knew perfectly well that he was not alone.

That person must be able to hear it, and must be watching all of this from somewhere.

Step, step, step...

The crisp sound of footsteps came from the darkness, amplified infinitely in this deathly silent space, each step like a blow to the soul, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression.

Caesar has appeared.

He approached step by step, his figure as straight as a blade, his gaze calm yet sharp, looking directly at the doctor.

Faced with this sudden appearance, the doctor showed no surprise whatsoever.

He smiled slightly, his expression gentle yet tinged with sarcasm, and said, "Is this your plan?"

"Drag my consciousness here and imprison it in this cage constructed by your own consciousness?"

Caesar did not deny it, his expression remaining as calm as ever. He knew that this level of pretense could not fool the Doctor.

After all, without a solid foundation, the consciousness space is like a floating duckweed, drifting aimlessly and unable to restrain those sufficiently powerful consciousnesses.

The top three members of the Fools all possess power capable of contending with demons. The Doctor is one of them.

Even though what is trapped here now is only a fragment of his personality, its essence is still not to be underestimated.

If one truly wishes to confine such consciousness, only two individuals within the realm of Sumeru are qualified to become the foundation.

First, there is the goddess of wisdom—Naxi Da;

Secondly, there is Caesar before us.

With a simple process of elimination, the doctor could easily deduce the origin of this spiritual world.

“Indeed.” Caesar finally spoke, his voice deep and clear, “My purpose is precisely to seal you here.”

The doctor chuckled softly, his eyes flashing slightly: "Are you trying to take the steps I've laid out for you? Do you really think I'd believe you've gone to such lengths just to imprison me here?"

As he spoke, his tone turned cold, "If that's really the case, then I'll have to be disappointed in you."

Upon hearing this, Caesar's lips curled up slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Of course I won't disappoint you. This trap was tailor-made for you."

"The only problem is finding you."

"So," the doctor's gaze sharpened, and he pressed on, "you didn't stop them from turning that female researcher against her?"

Caesar nodded calmly, his expression serene: "With me here, the royalists won't be so foolish as to attack the common people of Sumeru City."

Therefore, there must be someone manipulating things behind the scenes.

"And those who can come up with such heinous yet extremely efficient methods... are actually not many."

"Add 'Ordination House' and 'skilled at stirring up trouble' as screening criteria—in the end, only one candidate will remain."

He paused slightly, then smiled warmly, as if welcoming an old friend home: "It's rare for you to come back to Xumi, so I will naturally treat you with the utmost sincerity."

The so-called "best hospitality" is to create a mental prison that belongs only to the doctor, based on one's own consciousness.

The two stood facing each other, their conversation as familiar as old acquaintances reuniting. But in reality, they had never actually met.

The professor clapped softly, the applause echoing in the empty space, carrying a hint of appreciation, but also a deeper meaning: "Concise and precise reasoning, truly worthy of you... or rather—"

He suddenly raised his hand, his fingertips touching the edge of the mask, the movement elegant yet resolute.

With a soft click, the thin shell concealing her face fell off.

An aged yet familiar face was revealed.

His facial features were exactly like Caesar's, as if they came from the same bloodline, only the years had left deeper marks on him.

Similar, yet completely different.

Like a reflection in a mirror, or like two people separated by time.

The doctor stared at him, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "As expected of me."

Wow, that's a lot of information!

Ah, the same face?

[Within reason, yet unexpected.]

[No way, that prophet who posted on the forum actually guessed it? Caesar is just a slice of the Doctor's kind personality?]

Although there was some foreshadowing... when the truth was finally revealed, it was still quite shocking...

[Caesar and the Doctor... For a moment, I really couldn't believe that they could be the same person.]

[Just like how the blood sacrifice was Man'yō's friend, even with the foreshadowing, it still feels very shocking...]

……

Sumeru City, on the outskirts.

A fierce, azure wind, like a torrent cascading from the sky, howled and tore through the air. The wanderer led his group out of the wind, and as soon as their figures appeared, he raised his hand and removed his straw hat.

His light purple pupils shifted slightly, his sharp gaze sweeping over the surrounding jungle and distant mountains. He said in a low voice, "This place is safe for now. We must leave as soon as possible before they realize what's happening."

Before he finished speaking, he had already strode forward, his clothes fluttering, his steps steady yet swift.

But at that moment, Paimon fluttered forward, his voice tinged with worry: "Rogue, Caesar... will he be alright?"

The wanderer glanced at her sideways, his voice calm yet undeniable: "You may be blown away by the wind under my protection, but believe me—Caesar will be safe."

"Wow, your 'don't worry' is really wrapped in a curse!" Paimon complained, but couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, his tense little face finally relaxing.

Once her mind had calmed down, she had time to think about other things. "Speaking of which... I really didn't expect you to be here in Sumeru, wanderer."

Ying chuckled and answered for him, "Where there are doctors, there are wanderers. Isn't that just natural?"

“After all,” Yiya blinked, a slight smile playing on his lips, “he’s the kind of person who can cross mountains and rivers to hunt down an enemy just by smelling their scent.”

Although the three were unaware of the complicated past between Ronin and the Doctor, they all knew one thing: the mysterious and unpredictable Executor of the Fools was always the chain of fate that Ronin was determined to sever.

"Well said." The wanderer spoke calmly, glancing at Ying with a hint of approval in his eyes.

Indeed, the traveler and the young marshal understood him best.

As they were talking, a soft, emerald-green halo suddenly appeared around them, as if leaves were trembling in the wind.

Naxi Da slowly walked out, her hair flowing like moonlight, her eyes as clear as a spring in the forest.

She asked gently, "Everyone, are you all alright?"

"It's alright, it's alright!" Paimon waved his hand repeatedly and responded with a grin.

Ying nodded and said, "We didn't confront the Doctor directly, but we almost fell into a trap. Luckily, Caesar was there. It's just a pity that he didn't want us to help him from the sidelines."

Upon hearing this, Nasita let out a soft sigh of relief, the seriousness between her brows quietly dissipating. "That's good."

She smiled and reached out to gently ruffle Iya's soft hair. "Thanks to your reminder, I thought I should go find Caesar first. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have led you all straight into the Doctor's carefully laid trap~"

Iya looked up and smiled, her eyes bright and determined: "Even if we really walk into a trap, I believe we will be safe and sound—because I know that you, sister, will definitely step in."

Just as the atmosphere was easing, the wanderer stepped forward and nodded slightly to the grass god: "Naxi Da, it's been a long time."

Iya opened her eyes wide and looked around curiously: "Huh? Rogue, do you know my sister too?"

"We've only met a few times." The wanderer's tone was indifferent, but his gaze was as deep as an abyss. "However, no matter how the situation changes, in terms of bloodline, I am ultimately the one created by the general. It is only natural that I would get to know the successor of the god of grass who governs wisdom."

"Hmm...it seems that's true." Paimon looked around at everyone, then suddenly clapped his hands as if in a flash of realization, "So, among us, there are actually three who can be considered descendants of gods?"

Upon hearing this, even the air seemed to become more solemn.

Rogue is a puppet created by Raymond Cinema himself. He shares the same origin as General Thunder and can be considered the current Thor's twin brother.

Yi Ya, carrying the memories and soul of the former Tianfeng Marshal Jun Bai in his youth, has long been regarded by everyone as Jun Bai's spiritual descendant;

Nasita was both a branch of the World Tree cultivated by the Great Compassion Tree King and sprouted from the ground nourished by the sacred fire ignited when Junbai was in Nirvana—strictly speaking, she had the bloodline of two gods intertwined.

For a moment, the five stood in the dim light of the wilderness, and the wind gradually subsided.

Good heavens, three out of the five people had the shadows of gods faintly standing behind them.

[I was accidentally drawn into a group chat with people who had connections, so I'm like this:]

[Scene of a meeting of the second generation of gods.]

None of those present are simpletons. We are extraterrestrial travelers, Paimon is an unidentified being, and the other three are second-generation gods.

It's hard to imagine that five brilliant strategists (in a positive sense) would actually gather together. Oh, and there's also Caesar, the real "Sleeping Dragon."

"Alright, stop worrying about whether there are two or three descendants of gods hidden here."

"The most urgent matter is—we must leave Sumeru City immediately." The wanderer's tone was firm, his gaze sweeping over the crowd with an unquestionable resolve.

Nasita nodded slightly, a hint of seriousness appearing between her brows: "That's true. Now that Caesar and the Doctor are locked in a stalemate, it seems on the surface that both sides have lost a top-tier combatant."

Her voice was low but clear: "But in reality, our side has lost the only key figure in the Council of the Church who could hold the reins of power and effectively check the royalists—Caesar."

"The Fools, represented by the Magi, may remain inactive for the time being because he is tied down by Caesar. But the Royalists are different; without Caesar's deterrence, they will surely act recklessly."

"In other words, what awaits us next is likely an encirclement and annihilation by the entire forces of Sumeru City. Retreating now is the wisest choice of all."

The wanderer sneered, his tone laced with sarcasm: "You still haven't completely eradicated those royalists? Ha... My love, this gentle nature is, in the end, a deep curse."

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and his voice suddenly turned cold: "If it were me, when I had the ability to wipe them all out, if they still dared to act arrogantly in front of me, I would make them personally experience what true suffering is!"

Upon hearing this, Nasita slowly lowered her head, her long hair falling to obscure her expression. Her voice was as soft as a sigh in the wind: "I know... I should have acted. But I just couldn't... My heart can never cross that boundary."

The wanderer glanced at her, his tone softening slightly, but still carrying a hint of playful consolation: "If you ask me, you should learn from my irresponsible mother and entrust all the troublesome matters to someone trustworthy, like Caesar."

"You just need to be a symbolic 'mascot' and that'll save you from having people taking advantage of your soft heart and not daring to take action, and repeatedly provoking and showing off in front of you."

If this can be called comfort, then it's far too harsh.

Just then, Ying suddenly spoke up, breaking the brief silence: "Speaking of Caesar... I've always had a question in my mind."

She frowned slightly, her gaze fixed on the distance: "Although fighting the Doctor is indeed one of the tasks assigned by the Great Tree King, Caesar's obsession with him seems to far exceed what one would expect from an ordinary task."

The crowd quieted down as she continued, “The mission that the Great Tree King left for Caesar was twofold: first, to protect Narcida, who was still growing; and second, to serve as a final contingency plan in response to the situation after the Doctor was exiled.”

"Therefore, I can understand why he wanted to target the Doctor."

"But his almost obsessive determination... his insistence on facing the doctor alone, even at the cost of parting ways with us... there just felt something inexplicably off about him."

Paimon fluttered his hand in agreement, "That's right, that's right! We could fight side by side and work together against the Doctor, but he insisted on fighting alone... I really don't understand."

The wanderer abruptly stopped, turned to look at them, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "You... did Caesar really not mention it to you?"

The group looked at each other, and finally shook their heads in unison.

Ying responded in a low voice: "He only said that this was his task and that he had to complete it himself."

The wanderer turned his gaze to Nasita, his tone calm yet unyielding: "So—will you tell the truth, or will I reveal it?"

Nasita remained silent for a long time before finally raising her head, a faint sadness and heaviness appearing in her eyes. She said softly, "Let me speak."

She glanced around at everyone, her voice soft yet piercing the silence like a morning bell:

"Caesar's deep obsession with the Doctor was not merely due to duty or mission... but because—"

"He is the doctor."

The moment she finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze. Everyone stared at her in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Narcida raised her hand and gently pressed it against her chest, as if suppressing some long-buried pain, then added, "Please don't misunderstand. Caesar is not a product of the Doctor's split personality, nor is he a projection or slice of the Doctor's good intentions."

"He is a real living being, possessing an independent soul and will... except—"

Her voice gradually lowered, almost a murmur:

"He is a clone created by the Great Tree King using forbidden techniques and the Doctor's genes as a blueprint..."