Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

Indeed, it doesn't matter.

Seno nodded silently in his heart, tacitly acknowledging Elhesen's seemingly understated yet incisive judgment.

He lowered his gaze for a moment, his thoughts surging like an undercurrent, slowly sinking into the words he had just spoken, words that were deliberately lowered yet carried immense weight—

"The royalists have already entered my information into the void..."

Before the echoes had faded, doubts had already arisen.

“…But what is the point of doing this?” He raised his eyes, his gaze calm yet sharp. “My actions are far from important enough to warrant being entered into the Void Database.”

"Even if this is just a covert operation they carried out in secret, I really can't figure out the logic and purpose behind it."

Al-Hysen simply nodded slightly, his tone as calm as turning the pages of an ancient scroll: "The void—can be calculated."

The moment the words left his mouth, Seno abruptly stood up, his robes creating a barely perceptible gust of wind, and his fingertips tightened suddenly on his knees: "—!"

These four simple words were like a lightning bolt tearing through the fog, cleaving open the long-standing chaos in his heart.

Those scattered clues, contradictory signs, and illogical twists and turns... all interlocked in an instant, forming a tight and seamless whole.

Seeing his eyes light up and his expression brighten, while the others were still lost in thought, Elhesen seized the opportunity to begin his deduction, his voice clear and firm:

"With its current computing power, Void is capable of building models based on massive amounts of behavioral data and reversing your behavior trajectory over the next few hours or even days—"

"When to set off, which route to take, which passes to bypass, and where to finally stop... all can be deduced in detail."

"When will Sino set off? What route will it take? Where will it go? It's all clear at a glance."

Sino repeated in a low voice, slightly hoarse, as if talking to himself, or perhaps questioning: "...Was every step I took predicted beforehand?"

“In theory, that is indeed the case.” Elhesen paused briefly, his gaze sharp as a blade, piercing straight to the heart of the matter. “The Council has been on guard against you for a long time.”

"And the fact that you could think of resigning and leaving the coaching academy shows that their judgment was correct."

"But precisely because of this, another doubt arose in my mind—"

He turned slightly to the side, his gaze fixed steadily on Seno's face: "They can predict when you set off and deduce the route you must take, thus allowing them to move away at will; but the question is—if they really had already evacuated in advance, how... were you still able to catch up?"

Following this logic: if the void truly exhausts all variables and causes and effects, it would be impossible to overlook the key variable "Sino will definitely track".

And once they predicted that he would inevitably follow, the path chosen by the royalists would never be the one that Sino would take—

They should take a wrong turn, a dead end, or a dead end—any path that can completely free them from him.

But the reality is: Sino arrived.

Not only did they arrive, they also precisely blocked their retreat.

This tiny yet fatal deviation became the fulcrum that shifted the entire layout.

Therefore, the royalists made a decisive move to sacrifice the pawns to save the king—quietly abandoning the village guards, the key figures being escorted and used to extract knowledge from the divine jars, halfway through their journey.

This was not a defeat, but a carefully calculated decoy:

They were certain that, given Seno's character and sense of duty, he would prioritize escorting the village keeper back to Aru Village; and once he turned back, the trail would be broken.

Paimon was completely bewildered, rubbing his temples with his little hands, his voice full of confusion: "Elheisen, could you... explain it a little clearer? I think I only understood half of it..."

Ying spoke softly, completing the last piece of the puzzle for her: "The royalists can predict when Seno will arrive at the stronghold based on the Void's deductions, and thus transfer all the village guards in advance—this is the part that the Void 'can calculate'."

Her gaze swept over Seno's calm profile, and her tone grew somber: "But Seno, relying solely on his own will, single-mindedness, relentlessly pursued him... This is something the void 'cannot calculate'."

—Because if the void could truly exhaust all of Sino's behavioral logic, then the "optimal avoidance path" it deduces would never be the one Sino actually chose.

She was aware of why Void hadn't predicted that Cyno would successfully track down the royalists.

Even Paimon knew the reason, but she was a beat slow to react and hadn't yet realized it.

However, Ying would not reveal this reason in public.

Because Seno wasn't tracking the village guards based on his usual habits, but rather on Nasita's real-time location guidance in his mind.

[Aylheimer's single sentence was a revelation to everyone.]

Oh, it's like a weather forecast!

[He's so smart! I just can't resist this type! And Abedo and Ayato Kamisato too!]

[Hai Ge's prediction of the Church, Sino's prediction of the Church—this is a convoluted statement even to myself, yet it's the overall summary of this part of the plot.]

[Genshin Impact version of Project Insight.]

Distributed human brain computing.

Big data, right?

With technology like this, won't it get hammered in with nails?

[Upgrading your technology won't get you targeted by the Sky Isles. Just look at the Jade Pavilion and the Star Palace in Liyue; as long as you don't have contact with the Abyss, the Sky Isles generally won't bother you.]

Meeting Elhesen's sharp, calm, and penetrating gaze, Seno remained silent for a long time, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, but he did not utter a single word.

He was well aware of why his actions exceeded the calculations of the void, making choices that "should not exist"—but the answer was tied to the hidden will of the gods and an unspeakable covenant.

Can he really reveal the truth in public without any scruples, nakedly exposing the lingering warmth of the oracle in this room full of intertwined gazes in silence?

Just then, a gentle, spring-like voice drifted into the room, soft yet resolute, as if it had been waiting at the turn of time: "Elhesen, about your question... let me answer it for you."

Before the words were even finished, Ying and Paimon suddenly raised their eyes, their gazes fixed intently on the source of the sound; at the same instant, Seno also turned his head, a barely perceptible hint of relief flashing across his brows.

Immediately afterwards, a turquoise halo gently rippled outwards, and the air was filled with the delicate scent of grass and trees.

A delicate and petite figure slowly emerged from the light and shadow: her pure white skirt, as white as newly blooming petals, trailed on the ground, with emerald-like vine patterns and gilded veins winding along it, as if the most exquisite vitality of the Sumeru Rainforest was embroidered in a small space.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, almost translucent, and her heterochromatic eyes were particularly captivating—her left eye was as red as molten gold at sunset, and her right eye was as green as newly dyed leaves, shimmering with an ancient and clear radiance of wisdom in the dim light.

As soon as she appeared, she walked towards the crowd at a leisurely pace, her steps light yet possessing a captivating and dignified rhythm.

Apart from Candice, who stood calmly by the door, everyone else was taken aback—but that moment of astonishment quickly turned into disbelief and shock.

A faint, yet unmistakable ripple finally appeared on Elhesen's usually placid face.

He first looked at Nasita, then slowly turned to Seno, his thin lips parted slightly, his voice low, almost a sigh: "So... that's how it is."

Dixia was completely stunned. Her pupils dilated slightly, and she subconsciously took a half step back, her fingertips unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes. She stammered, "Little...Little Lucky Grass King?!"

Nasita smiled and nodded, replying, "It's me, Dixia. Long time no see—how have you been, Dinazede?"

"Thank you for your concern..." Dixia lowered her eyes slightly awkwardly, her tone respectful and sincere, "After the Flower Goddess's Birthday Festival, although the young lady's condition fluctuated for a time, it has gradually stabilized recently, and her spirits have become clearer."

As a desert dweller, she didn't need to hold such deep reverence for the god of Mount Sumeru;

But it was precisely because of Dina Zede's daily exposure that her gentle yet unwavering faith—not from the indoctrination of dogma, but from the compassion and care that life has for life—

Only then did her understanding of "gods" quietly reshape.

She did not blindly believe because of blood ties, nor did she distance herself because of her origins;

In her eyes, deities are never symbols hanging high in the sky, but rather respondents who answer questions through their actions.

How she views God depends on how God treats people.

Naxi Da's lips curved slightly, her smile like the first rays of morning light through the thin mist, gentle yet possessing an undeniable warmth and strength.

She gently turned her gaze to Elheisen, her voice soft yet firm: "Elheisen, about those questions that have lingered in your heart for so long—"

"The moment you saw me, did the answer already quietly emerge?"

Al-Hysen nodded, his tone calm as a deep pool reflecting the moon: "Yes, your appearance is a key in itself, silently but precisely unlocking all the locks that remain unbroken in my heart."

—For example, why do those scholars who were exiled to the desolate desert for their transgressions and madness possess an ancient power deep within their blood that is enough to protect the entire village?

For example, why did Ying and Paimon come to the desert? What secrets are hidden behind them?

—For example, the Void had used absolute rational calculations to predict and frame every move of Sino within a predetermined trajectory; but why was Sino able to step out of that illogical arc at the last moment, like a sharp blade cleaving through the pre-set cage?

These unresolved mysteries had been lingering in Elhesen's mind, but in the instant Nasita's toes touched the ground and her skirt swayed slightly...

The answer had already quietly settled in Elhesen's heart, clear as if it were engraved.

Nasita nodded slightly, her eyes clear and sharp: "It is precisely because Seno has always adhered to his beliefs, never compromising or going around in circles, that he has become the most glaring outcast in the eyes of the royalists, a thorn in their side."

Her tone grew somber, carrying a barely perceptible chill: "For them, loyalty is not a rock, but a floating weed; willpower is not a backbone, but a rope—"

"What they really need is a 'tool' that can be swayed by the wind and driven by profit, rather than a person with blood, bones, principles, and a sharp edge."

Before she finished speaking, she turned to Seno, her brows relaxed, and a gentle smile returned: "Seno, don't worry about it."

"This 'out of step' is precisely your most precious quality—it proves that you are trustworthy and worthy of standing shoulder to shoulder with."

She looked around at everyone, her gaze as warm as the sun caressing each face: "And everyone in this room is the same. That is why I have chosen to appear now, to show my true face, and to treat you with sincerity."

Then, with a calm and unhurried pace, she recounted the reasons for her appearance, the profound meaning behind her concealment, and the intricate truth beneath the undercurrents of destiny.

His words conveyed both the meticulousness of a wise man and the compassion of an elder; each word was like a pearl, resonating deeply.

After she finished speaking, Paimon suddenly frowned, her voice as soft as a feather falling to the ground: "Just like that... tell them everything, is that really okay, Nasita?"

Ying stepped forward half a step and answered for her, her tone gentle yet firm: "If you doubt someone, don't use them; if you use someone, don't doubt them—"

"Since she has stood in the light, it means that all of you here have already been solemnly included in her realm of trust."

Moreover, Nasita possesses the power to see into people's hearts.

Her gaze was far deeper, more accurate, and more precise than what the naked eye could see. Ying silently murmured this to herself, but kept the words firmly locked behind her lips.

After all, some truths, once spoken, can never be taken back:

If she has ever read other people's thoughts, it is the most subtle offense to dignity, enough to quietly plant the seeds of resentment in the soil of trust.

If she never did it, others might not be convinced—when someone is born with the ability to read minds, who can be sure that he has never unlocked it?

If it were Ying herself, if she knew that someone possessed such an ability, even if the other party repeatedly declared that they "had not spied on it," the string in her heart would have already quietly tightened.

Therefore, silence is the most solemn form of respect; not speaking is the most devout way to safeguard trust.

Before the silence had even dissipated, Candice had already stood up, her clothes fluttering slightly, her voice clear and sincere: "Thank you so much for your trust, Lord Little Lucky Grass King!"

"Even knowing that Dixia and I come from the desert, and that our bloodlines and memories are imprinted with the scorching sun and dust of the sand sea, you still entrusted us with such a weighty truth..."

Upon hearing this, Naxida's smile deepened, her eyes curving into two crescent moons, and her voice, though soft, was firm and resolute: "Why thank me? You are all children of Sumeru."

"Since I was born on this land, grew up on this land, and my heart is bound to this land—so why can't I trust you?"

Both Desia and Candice were somewhat moved.

Indeed, the scholars of the Church have always looked down on the people from the desert, but the gods of the Church regard them as people from the same land.

How could this not move the two of them?

Elhesen, however, looked thoughtful: "Is that so? Caesar and the Doctor... swapped their top combatants, which is quite disadvantageous for us."

Nasita asked, "From what you're saying, it seems you intend to help us deal with the Fools and the Royalists?"

Al-Hysen said calmly, "Isn't this what you were planning to tell us about?"

"Isn't the core purpose of telling us the truth to win us over to fight against the royalists and the fools?"

"That happens to align with my goals, so I'm happy to help. As for the others, I can't be sure."