Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

After a long trek and several thrilling breakouts, Ying and her group finally managed to shake off the mercenaries sent by the royalists under the cover of night.

"...It seems there are no more pursuers here." Paimon hovered in mid-air, slightly out of breath, looking back, his voice revealing a hint of exhaustion and uncertainty from surviving a close call.

The three of them slowly stopped, their tense nerves finally able to relax for a moment.

The ground beneath my feet no longer trembled with hurried footsteps, and all that remained in my ears were the low whistling of the wind and the chirping of insects in the mountains and forests.

"Finally...we've shaken them off."

Yiya leaned against an ancient tree and let out a long breath, as if to expel all the pent-up emotions of the past few days.

Ying gently brushed the dust off the sword hilt, but a cold look remained between her brows: "We were forced to retreat in a panic without even seeing Tinali's face."

She shook her head, her tone tinged with regret, but more so with determination, "Fortunately, we have uncovered the details of the conspiracy between the royalists and the Fools."

The purpose of this trip to Zenna Garden was to visit Tinali and find out the inside story of the project that the royalists were secretly pushing forward.

The royalists' ambitions are obvious, and the fools' intentions are unfathomable. The things they are plotting together will surely shake the very foundation of the nation.

However, with no clues, it was like the blind men touching an elephant; even though Ying and Naxida's group wanted to stop them, they had no way to do it.

Tinaly had been warmly invited to participate in that mysterious project—which led many to speculate that he might possess crucial intelligence.

Thus began an expedition that traversed rainforests and crossed deserts.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. The unusual fluctuations in Haibasha had barely been identified when the pursuers arrived like shadows, their speed and ruthlessness clearly indicating that it was premeditated.

Ultimately, they had to evacuate before even entering the core area of ​​Zen Garden.

Fortunately, just before the evacuation, Ying, through the consciousness link established by Haibasha, glimpsed that memory that had been sealed away layer by layer—a huge and cold mecha body was quietly taking shape.

"Using the heart of God as the energy core, as a symbol of authority; and then creating a mechanical body capable of bearing the power of the gods... Is this their 'God-Making Plan'?"

A soft yet penetrating voice rang out from the depths of her consciousness; it was Nasita, who had always remained hidden behind the scenes, speaking.

The enormous robot standing at the center of Haibasha's consciousness was radiating a forbidden glow.

If it were to be completed, with the infinite energy and power of laws contained within the Heart of God, it would very likely be able to truly reproduce the power of the gods, and even surpass the mortal realm.

To design such a timeless creation, if one didn't possess wisdom spanning millennia, then there's only one possibility left—

Fueled by the thoughts of countless people, the void system is driven to perform overloaded calculations, using the collective intelligence of billions of thoughts to forcibly deduce a god-level structure!

“So…that’s why they used the Void Terminal to silently trap all the residents of Sumeru City into a dream at the end of the Flower Goddess’s birthday season.” Nasita’s voice grew colder, like moonlight shining on a blade. “They are harvesting wisdom and devouring consciousness, just to feed the 'false god' that is about to be born.”

The night breeze rustled through the treetops, as if trembling with the chill of this earth-shattering conspiracy. The road ahead remained shrouded in mist, but now they held the first key to the truth.

"Artificial gods... are they like the Ziwei Star Palace in Guili Village?"

Paimon swallowed, the sound soft yet clearly audible in the quiet air.

Her small body floated slightly in mid-air, her eyes gazing into the distance as if there were still faint mechanical afterimages there, her voice carrying a hint of barely concealed tremor.

Even though they had fought alongside the gods and even faced the power that could tear the sky apart more than once, their souls still trembled involuntarily whenever they recalled that oppressive aura that was above all things.

The deeper she delved into the truth of this world, the more she understood the astonishing feat it was that the Purple Stars of Guili Village, passed down through generations, could forge power comparable to that of gods with mortal bodies.

That was not a fluke, nor a chance occurrence of a miracle, but the pinnacle of creation condensed from three thousand years of unwavering dedication and relentless sacrifice.

And now, the royalists in the Church of Jesus are even trying to replicate this myth.

Do they want to forge a new "god" with human hands?

Iya snorted coldly, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "They might be somewhat similar in nature, but in terms of strength and technical expertise, they are worlds apart."

He said disdainfully, "The Ziwei Star Palace does not need the Heart of God to operate. It is a living mechanism in itself, a crystallization of the wisdom of Sister Guizhong and the will of a meteorite from outer space."

"And their big iron lump? Ha, it's nothing but a puppet on strings disguised as a god."

"Trying to compare yourself to the Ziwei Star Palace?" He scoffed. "You haven't even touched the threshold."

In the shadows, green leaves rustled gently, and a clear yet gentle voice quietly rang out—

“The artificial demon god of Guiliji…” Nasita slowly stepped out of the shadows, her emerald eyes reflecting the moonlight, as if they could pierce through the dust of a thousand years. “I have heard Caesar mention it before.”

"That is indeed the ultimate miracle that human wisdom can reach. But it is precisely because it is a 'miracle' that it is destined to be impossible to replicate."

She gently shook her head, her tone gentle yet firm: "The mechanical arts of Guizhong are beyond the reach of ordinary people, and meteorites from outer space are irreplaceable. Generations of Ziwei Stars have used their lives as fuel, burning their faith to exchange for that moment of brilliance. None of these can be missing."

“The royalists do indeed want to create a god.” Her sigh was like the wind rustling through the treetops. “But they don’t have the determination of the Purple Star, nor do they have the awareness to be willing to die for the sake of all living beings.”

After a moment of silence, she raised the corners of her lips slightly, her tone unusually sharp: "Caesar's assessment of them was quite accurate—they are nothing more than 'beasts with slightly higher intelligence'."

[That's so mean, but I love it! Give me some more!]

Please don't insult our Ziwei Star! That glory was forged in three thousand years of blood and fire!

Because they wished to walk alongside the gods, the Ziwei stars of each generation were willing to exhaust everything—a height that those incompetent and lazy worms could never even dream of.

The value of Guiliji's people is still soaring.

[Both are about creating gods, but one is an epic tale of climbing the stars, the other a farce of stealing divine fire—a complete and utter defeat.]

Ugly, truly disgustingly ugly.

So here's the question: Why did the royalists insist on building a mech? And why were the Fools willing to provide the Heart of God? What's behind all this?

Ying stood before the crowd, a thoughtful expression on her face. She spoke slowly, her voice as calm as a still lake at night: "These differences are certainly obvious, but what's more important now is not comparing who is better or worse."

Her gaze sharpened as she swept over everyone present: "But—why are the royalists so insistent on 'creating a god'? And, Doctor, why are you getting involved?"

She emphasized that name.

The two foolish executives currently stationed in Sumeru are the Doctor and the Lady.

However, all the plans to seize the Heart of God were orchestrated by the Doctor; the Lady, though present, was merely a figurehead and never truly participated in the core decisions.

This means that this is not the collective will of the Fools, but rather the personal ambition of the Doctor.

The orders were given from top to bottom, leaving the executors with no room for argument.

The woman's absence precisely illustrates the attitude of the Fools' leadership towards this matter: tacit approval, but no endorsement.

All consequences will be borne by the doctor alone.

So--

Why do royalists create gods?

What exactly is the PhD student plotting?

“I think I know why the Doctor did this,” Nasita said slowly, her voice as calm as a forest spring yet carrying an undeniable depth. “Ultimately, it’s because of his insatiable curiosity.”

Her gaze was slightly lowered, as if she were staring at the threads of fate: "The more talented a person is, the more their thinking transcends common sense and is difficult for the world to fathom."

"And their courage often far surpasses that of ordinary people."

"It's like facing a god—some choose to kneel and revere, while others harbor the ambition to take their place."

"The Doctor may not have intended to usurp the divine position, but he may well have had the idea of ​​'creating a god' in his mind."

Her tone grew somber, like a night breeze rustling through the treetops: "Coincidentally, he holds a divine heart, a crucial key that could allow his plan to take a decisive step forward. So..."

The words ended abruptly, but their lingering resonance echoed like the tolling of a bell. No further explanation was needed; everyone understood.

That's why he got involved.

Iya frowned, a deep look of confusion on his face:

"But what is the purpose of the royalists? Sister, you are clearly in Sumeru, they have no reason to create a new god."

Just then, Ying's face suddenly turned cold, her eyes flashing like blades, piercing the silence: "I think I understand now."

She slowly stood up, her voice low and firm: "The reason is exactly what Nasita just mentioned—when people face the gods, there will always be someone who wants to take their place."

"Caesar once told me that the original royalists wanted to bring back the benevolent ruler because of their loyalty to and remembrance of the Great Tree King."

"At that time, you, Nasita, were still young, your power was not yet fully developed, and your prestige among the people was not yet secure. Therefore, the royalists once enjoyed extremely high prestige, and their power was second only to the Church itself."

"Power breeds desire, and once desire is awakened, it is like a boulder rolling down a mountain, growing stronger and stronger, and becoming increasingly difficult to control."

"Initially, they may have truly harbored ideals, hoping that Mount Sumeru could prosper under the guidance of the Great Compassion Tree King."

"But in the process of passing it down from generation to generation, their original aspirations have long since decayed and deteriorated. We are the most qualified to speak on this point."

Her voice suddenly turned cold: "The royalists of today are no longer the same as they were back then. They are now blinded by greed, and their so-called 'saving Mount Sumeru' and 'restoring glory' are nothing but a pretext to cover up their selfish desires."

"What is the real predicament? What will the future of Sumeru be? What will become of the people? They don't care about these things at all."

"All they care about is the power in their hands and their ever-expanding ambition."

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sharp as she looked at Nasita: "So now, within the entire Sumeru territory, aside from the royalists, whose power is the most prominent?"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Nasita's expression was solemn as she said softly, "It's Caesar... and me."

"Those who crave power will never be satisfied with the status quo. They will keep climbing until they reach the top."

"When their own strength is insufficient to shake those in high positions, what they are most likely to think of is to drag those in high positions into the abyss."

"Moreover, the royalists have long held the precept that Caesar and the Doctor are destined to be enemies. As long as we join forces with the Doctor, we can use his strength to eliminate Caesar as an obstacle."

"In that case, the only one we really need to deal with is you."

"Just as fighting a demon requires another demon as a weapon, challenging a god naturally requires another god as a weapon."

Each word she uttered was slow and heavy, as if proclaiming a fateful judgment:

"That's why they chose..."

"Creation of God".

As expected, everything went according to plan.

I knew it; the royalists would never disappoint me—in such a disgusting way.

[A group of ants consumed by selfish desires.]

Caesar's words were still too merciful. Such treacherous and cunning creatures are far beyond the comprehension of even the most intelligent beasts. They are clearly germs quietly festering in the shadows, corroding the life force of the entire land.

Even paramecia are several levels more intelligent than them.

[↑Please don't insult our Kiana. Although she's mischievous, she's definitely not stupid.]

Ying took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the pent-up frustration in her chest.

At this point, all the clues were connected, and the truth became clear.

That is why, whether it was Ying, Nasita, Paimon, or Iya, all of them were burning with rage at this moment.

Because this so-called "royalists" are willing to push the entire population of Sumeru City into unknown dangers just to satisfy their despicable lust for power!

Nasita clenched her fists tightly, her fingertips almost digging into her palms, her voice trembling but filled with determination: "They can despise me! They can question my unworthiness to sit in the position of the goddess of wisdom! They can hate me, insult me... I don't care about any of that!"

“But I will never allow—” she raised her head, her eyes flashing with an unprecedented sharpness, “that they would trample on the peace and future of this land at the cost of countless lives!”

Looking at her sister's stubborn and determined figure, Iya said softly, "Sister, if you can't do it yourself... then I'll carry out the judgment for you."

Demons are born with a love for humanity. This innate gentleness makes them instinctively resist harming humans and even willing to protect all living beings with their own bodies.

This is why Naxi Da tolerated the provocations and conspiracies of the royalists time and time again.

Because she really didn't want to do it.

Upon hearing this, Nasida slowly shook her head and said, "No..."

"Caesar deliberately left behind the royalists so that I could grow, so that I wouldn't be limited by my nature, and so that I could harden my heart and deal with the obstacles that were hindering the progress of Sumeru City."

“I used to think that with Caesar around, I could grow up later because I knew he would protect me from the wind and rain.”

"Now that Caesar is away from me because he's dealing with the Doctor, I have to learn to grow up on my own!"

Naxida's gaze was firm: "I will deal with the royalists!"