Genshin Impact: What should I do if I become my own character? !

“Sorrowful spirits, I don’t know if you can hear my call, but I want to communicate with you and ask you questions.”

Blood slowly flowed from his hands. Norinshi coughed softly and made a lovely butterfly out of the branches of the earth vein.

The butterfly has emerged; it is the life of the spirit that was just gone.

It transformed into a delicate butterfly, came into this world to see it, to understand it, and finally died...

They only have about two days, but there is one advantage: they can return to the ley lines. All they want is to pull the suffering dead out of endless time and give them a so-called tomorrow.

They have to come into this world before they die...

"Wait a minute, sorry, my head is starting to hurt again. Why does it feel like my curse is always on my head, every day, every minute, every second, like I'm being crushed and can't breathe?"

I kept breathing in the air, exhaling it from my mouth and then inhaling it back into my lungs.

"Teacher, take a break. You're not feeling well, are you?"

"...Why? Why? Why? Why?!" Time and again, when I should be making a decision, I'm told I shouldn't have; time and again, when I'm giving it my all, I'm told I shouldn't have...

why?

I can't breathe, it's so uncomfortable...

"Teacher? Teacher! Wait! I don't want to lose my last loved one! I don't want to lose my last important family member..."

Le Lan's voice trembled violently. She hadn't had a proper rest in a long time. Rest was essential for humans, but she didn't want to, and there was nothing she could do. An immense fatigue, coupled with the other person's departure, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

"...My head hurts so much, I can't sleep, I want to sleep for a while...but I can't, I can't relax..."

Norlinch redraws it, for a long time, until he is breathless with exhaustion, and finally closes his eyes.

Once again, I arrived there as if I were dead.

"Who among you can go to the past? Tell me how, in return, to bring your souls to the present, to give you new life, to let you return to the ley lines after death, and to have an afterlife. This is what I can give you... So in response, I will tell you what to do, tell you how to end it, tell you how to do everything perfectly..."

The sound grew weaker and weaker. After all, the final step was to cut open the blood vessels in one's own hand, and blood would gush out. Even with a strong healing ability, without the will to heal on its own, the wound wouldn't heal faster.

Excessive blood loss will not be how I die, at least not that way.

"So respond to me, soul! Respond to my expectations, respond to my desires, respond to my prayers, tell me!"

In the empty realm of souls, when one cuts their own soul with a knife, what flows out is not bright red blood, but rather like scattered stars falling to the ground, attracting countless people.

"...Help, help, help..."

"No, no, no..."

"These can't be, can't be..."

"Find her! Find her!"

"It's so noisy..."

"Mother……"

Countless chaotic sounds echoed in my ears and in my heart, responding to me...

I'm no longer someone who can't protect anything; I'm no longer someone who can't protect the people I want to protect...