Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

Elhesen reached into his robes, his gaze fixed on the jar of divine knowledge in his palm, which gleamed with a faint glow. His tone was calm and detached:

"After acquiring the knowledge of the divine canister, I spent a lot of effort studying and analyzing it, but unfortunately, I didn't gain any significant results. It seems that my way of thinking is too different from those people."

Paimon tilted his head up, his voice tinged with a hint of probing and confusion: "Elheisen, do you really... not want those things called 'forbidden' at all?"

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, his smile faint but devoid of warmth: "Scholars naturally pursue the boundaries of knowledge, even yearning to touch its end."

"But the gods themselves are not the subject of my study—"

“I have no curiosity about divinity, and I have no intention of imitating their almost fanatical fervor.”

His gaze was sharp as a blade, and he spoke slowly and deliberately: "To treat living people as objects that can be dismantled and exploited."

"If this is what they call 'academic progress,' then the Church of Christ's existence has probably long since lost its value."

[If the royalists don't understand the rules, then I'll teach them! It's too late to regret it now!]

[From this perspective, Mondstadt and Liyue are truly the purest nations. It just goes to show that Venti, Zhongli, and Whitebeard's value continues to rise.]

[↑The End: Am I not worthy of having a name?]

Was this also the reason Lisa left the Faculty of Orders?

Capitalism alienates people, and the royalists will inevitably be eliminated—that's undeniable. But perhaps this is the only reasonable course of development...

Ying nodded slightly, a layer of somber coldness rising between her brows: "The actions of the royalists can no longer be summed up by the word 'excessive'—it is a complete trampling on the dignity of life, an utterly chilling inhumanity."

Paimon paused, his voice unconsciously softening as he said, "From what you're saying... you're actually quite opposed to this, aren't you?"

“Of course.” Al-Hysen nodded, his tone as firm as if engraved in stone. “This goes against my most fundamental understanding of ‘rules’.”

He looked up at the swaying red palm trees in the distance, his voice steady and rhythmic: "Scholarship has boundaries, knowledge has domains, and all things follow their own order. Once those boundaries are crossed, order crumbles like a sandcastle, and rules become nothing but a piece of waste paper."

"It's like a meticulously collated classic—if a typo is printed abruptly between the pages, it won't be tolerated because it's small, but must be erased, corrected, and rewritten."

"Because the order itself does not allow even a speck of dust to overstep its bounds."

He stated it so naturally, as if it were the truth, requiring no argument or emotion.

Paimon's eyes widened suddenly, and he exclaimed, "Wait! Didn't you help those people because you felt sorry for them?!"

Al-Hysen crossed his arms, his posture composed, but his tone was sharp as a knife: "Sorry, I don't have that kind of free time."

"How many thousands are trapped in the city of Sumeru? On the continent of Teyvat, the cries of sorrow have never ceased. Tell me—can mere mortal hands truly hold back all the falling stars?"

Paimon was speechless for a moment, stammering for a long time before finally lowering his head: "Uh... no, that can't be... I... I really don't know..."

After listening quietly, Ying sighed softly, her voice gentle yet full of weight: "There is no absolute right or wrong in this world, and we have no right to judge the legitimacy of others' choices based on our own perspective."

"This is just human nature."

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping across the sky and distant mountains: "A person's arms can only stretch for two meters, and what the fingertips can touch is only a corner of the world."

"No matter how hard you try, there will always be distant places you can't reach, people you can't call back, and fates you can't escape."

"Most of the time, what we really see is only ourselves. Therefore, we have no right to judge the actions of others."

She turned to Alheisen, her eyes clear and sharp: "And your motives are more secretive, more selfish, and therefore—more clear-headed. This is not indifference, but rather the boundary that reason draws for itself in the midst of chaos."

Elhesen raised an eyebrow, a rare hint of amusement in his eyes: "You're the first person who, after hearing these words, didn't accuse me of being 'cold-hearted.' Let's just say that's a compliment."

He paused briefly, his voice low but firm: "In short—I do not believe in illusory powers, nor do I submit to empty heroism. I only do what I want to do."

"The knowledge of the divine is a mystery I urgently need to unravel; but the fate of a certain stranger is not on my list of responsibilities."

Ying gazed at him and slowly continued, "What you are denying is the grand narrative of justice, what you are rejecting is the shackles of responsibility imposed upon you;"

"But what you uphold is an extremely individualistic logic of action—clear-headedness, restraint, and no room for compromise."

She smiled slightly: "That's why... perhaps you are the most trustworthy companion."

[Hai Ge belongs to the neutral camp.]

[It feels like Hai Ge's behavior is more like neutral good, while we're more like lawful good.]

Even if you gathered everyone who makes omelets, you still couldn't fry all the eggs; that's the point.

There's a limit to how far you can reach... This reminds me of something unpleasant: the hand you're trying to grab isn't mine anymore...

[↑Waaaaah... My wedding bird combo...]

[Hai Ge is so realistic, but that's really the case.]

I cannot save everyone, but I will do everything in my power to save everyone!

Generally speaking, resolving issues at the level of rules and enforcement is a more efficient and beneficial approach.

[Elhesen is very rational, so rational that he gives off a cold feeling...]

Paimon blinked, pondered for a moment, and finally mustered his courage, his voice clear and slightly playful: "There's something I've always wanted to say: there are indeed quite a few bad people in the Order of the Fathers, especially the royalists..."

"But you're different! You're the most special 'weirdo' in the Faculty!"

Elhesen paused for a moment, then replied calmly, "...probably."

He gazed at the deepening twilight on the horizon, his tone gentle yet sharp: "However, I quite enjoy this 'difference.' After all—'special' is a rare and precious asset, isn't it?"

Paimon exclaimed sincerely, "Your attitude is truly admirable... If Miss Shani could be as at ease as you, she probably wouldn't be living such a precarious life..."

Al-Hysen nodded slightly, his tone calm: "It's just my nature. You don't need to take it to heart."

Ying shrugged, then suppressed her smile and calmly turned her gaze to the corner—where Razak was curled up, his hands covering his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, like a stone statue weathered by fear.

She spoke in a low voice, her tone tinged with cautious hesitation: "So... what should we do with him?"

No one knows whether he was a victim or a perpetrator;

No one can easily determine whether to treat others with kindness or with caution.

If it is the former, then it can be forgiven;

But if it is the latter... then the so-called 'proper handling' becomes the sharpest mockery of the silent blood and tears of the people guarding Aru Village.

Elhesen stepped forward, looking down at the man. His tone was calm to the point of being cold, yet every word was clear and irrefutable: "Staying here means certain death. Take him away—return to Aru Village first, then we'll discuss the rest."

He turned around, his robes fluttering, and made the final judgment on this choice made in the darkness: "The operation ends here for now."

[Hai Ge is so handsome!]

Although Hai Ge is rational, this doesn't conflict with his kindness; his rationality remains within the bounds of humanity.

The three men helped the dazed-looking Razak as they slowly walked into Aru village in the twilight.

The cobblestone path meanders forward, with wisps of smoke rising from chimneys, yet they cannot conceal the tense atmosphere that subtly permeates the air.

As soon as I stepped into the village chief's low-roofed wooden house, Candice came to greet me—her temples were slightly sweaty, her eyes were clear and concerned, and she was already holding three rough earthenware cups in her hands, with fine water droplets still dripping from the rims.

"You've worked hard. Sit down and rest, have some water." Her voice was gentle and reassuring, like a warm breeze brushing against your tired shoulders.

Slightly weary, Seno sat down in the old wicker chair, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest, his gaze calm: "How is the situation?"

Before she could finish speaking, Candice's gaze suddenly fell on the unfamiliar young man being half-supported and half-leaned in the corner—

He was dressed in rags, with dry, blackened bandages wrapped around his wrists, and his brows were furrowed with lingering fear and exhaustion.

She frowned slightly, a hint of cautious doubt in her voice: "Hmm? And who is this...?"

Al-Hysen sat down unhurriedly opposite Seno, his robes flowing like ink, his tone calm yet his words clear: "A person whose identity is still unclear—perhaps one of the masterminds behind the scenes, or perhaps a victim who fell into the vortex even earlier than us."

"But whichever it is, it is a key clue that we must figure out on this trip."

He then recounted his observations and deductions from the abandoned hospital in detail. His narration was calm and restrained, yet it unfolded like peeling back layers of an onion, gradually approaching the core of the truth.

After listening, Seno stared at the flickering flames in the furnace for a long time before whispering, "So... that long-abandoned Demon Scale Disease Hospital was once a secret base where the Church Council secretly extracted 'divine jar knowledge'."

Elhesen raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a blade, and said lightly, "I suggest—removing the word 'used to be'. Razak was only there a few days ago."

“The instruments were still warm, the files hadn’t been burned completely, and even the ventilation ducts still carried the lingering smell of extractants. It wasn’t a relic, but a set of gears still in operation.”

Paimon nodded gently, resting her chin on her hand, her voice clear and earnest: "That's pretty much the idea!"

"It was never truly 'abandoned,' it just... quietly changed its name, changed its staff, and continued to operate."

Seno slowly rose and walked to the window. Outside, the lights of Aru Village lit up one by one, gentle yet distant.

“But the whole plan must have started long before we arrived—'Divine Jar Knowledge' is not a new product, but a forbidden seed that has been accumulated over many years.”

His voice grew deeper: “But strangely enough… as soon as we approached the village, all traces vanished as quickly as the tide receded. It was as if someone stood on high ground and had seen our way long ago.”

The room fell silent for a moment. The crackling fire in the fireplace illuminated four thoughtful faces.

“Among these things,” Seno turned around, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before finally settling on Razak’s pale profile, “there must be a truth hidden within that we have yet to uncover—”

"Like a fuse buried deep, just waiting for a spark."