Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

The light appears little by little, spreading outward from the center.

The chaos was receding, and consciousness was returning. The air was filled with a damp atmosphere, mixed with the smell of rust.

Mu Feng was familiar with this smell; countless recurring dreams were preceded by its rusty and stale air.

Next came those chaotic fragments of memory.

Fragments of memory are only carried ashore by the night tides, reflecting a blurry luster under the dim starlight.

Flames, blood, a mangled body, layers of bandages, and a pale, bloodless hand holding his.

That hand was cold, soft, and delicate.

The road seemed endless; I didn't know how long I had been running. A burning, dull pain shot through my chest, and my vision gradually blurred.

Then came weightlessness, the salty seawater, and suffocation.

Then, as the first rays of sunlight arrived in the morning, the chaos melted away like snow, leaving nothing behind.

After waking up, no matter how I try to recall them, they seem to be locked in the deepest box of my memory, sealed in silence.

However, this dream seems to be different.

Mu Feng leaned on the rusty iron railing to stand up, feeling a wave of dizziness as his previous memories slowly surfaced.

The mission failed, and the Fools disguised as a caravan had already suspected it.

While still in Qingquan Town, the caravan stopped at several hotels or inns, but for only a short time.

At first he thought it was just part of a disguise, but now it seems that the supplies and the rest of the personnel had already broken up and left Qingquan Town in the process.

The large group that left Qingquan Town was actually a trap.

By the time he realized this, it was too late.

The advance team of the Fools had already set up an ambush. Although the enemy was not strong, almost everyone possessed the Evil Eye, and their numbers were numerous, so he could not escape quickly.

Worse still, the aura emanating from the other party's evil eye seemed to be subtly influencing his mind.

As the battle dragged on, he could feel his pain and fatigue diminishing, while his killing intent surged to unprecedented heights.

He wanted to break through as soon as possible, but unfortunately, this group of fools was really difficult to deal with, preferring to exchange injuries rather than retreat.

So, after repelling another wave of the Thunder Hammer vanguard, facing the black fire attacking from behind, his consciousness, already at its limit, finally lost complete control of his body.

At that moment, he seemed to become a bystander in the world.

He saw his hand pass through the black fire and, to the astonishment of the Fool, grasp the evil eye.

In an instant, a surge of power rushed into his body.

And this became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

In the last second before his consciousness sank into darkness, he saw his own eyes reflected in the other person's terrified pupils.

It wasn't a soft gold, but rather blood-red vertical pupils.

At that very moment, he seemed to come into contact with something.

Sticky, slippery, and a bottomless hatred.

After that, he completely lost consciousness.

When memories returned, the dream began again.

Mu Feng composed himself, drew his sword, and lightly sliced ​​his fingertip. Blood beaded out, but he felt no pain whatsoever.

As he suspected, this was not the real world.

He first carefully examined his surroundings. It was damp, cold, and dirty, just like the previous dream.

The sword blade struck the rusty iron railing, sending sparks flying, yet the material was surprisingly sturdy.

Clearly, he is unable to leave here for the time being.

Mu Feng sheathed his sword, found a relatively clean place to sit down, and began to think about the current situation.

The first priority, of course, is to figure out how the Fools learned of their plans.

It's important to understand that this was a plan devised solely by him and the Grand Master, and only the two of them knew the truth. Falga would naturally not have leaked the secret, so there are two possibilities.

First, their conversation was overheard.

Secondly, there was someone who knew both Grand Master Falgar and himself, who happened to notice the Grand Master's unusual mobilization of the Knights' forces and his deliberate concealment of his whereabouts during this period.

But regardless of which one it is, they all point to one fact.

There is a Fool's accomplice within the Knights of Fathom.

Thinking of this, the image of the knight named Morse once again appeared in Mu Feng's mind.

There were just too many suspicious points about the other party. It was an inopportune holiday, and they "coincidentally" met in Clear Spring Town. Then, he mysteriously disappeared after Little Diona's birthday party.

On the one hand, as a Knight of the West, Morse himself was already among those whose troops the Knights of the West were mobilizing.

If you pay close attention, you'll notice that the frequency and scale of the rotation and relocation for this year's Flower Festival are more complex than in previous years.

Coincidentally, the Fools' stronghold had been destroyed by him some time ago and they were in dire need of supplies and aid. At this tense moment, it was absolutely impossible not to arouse their vigilance.

On the other hand, it was no secret within the Knights that he was Falga's last disciple.

Finding out his whereabouts wouldn't be difficult. If the other party discovers that he has "coincidentally" gone to Qingquan Town, a place that the rendezvous team must pass through, it would be hard not to connect the two events.

And so, Morse appeared.

When he realized he hadn't left immediately after attending Diona's birthday party, the answer was already clear.

After that, he left the venue and disappeared without a trace.

The plan was thus exposed.

It seemed like a logical deduction, but Mu Feng felt as if he had unknowingly overlooked something.

Verifying this hypothesis is quite simple; all you need to do is go to the inspection team and check Morse's attendance records.

If it was a last-minute leave, and it happened during the Windflower Festival, then perhaps it was different from what Diluc said in his letter; Morse might not have received the Knights' approval at all.

But...aren't there still some things that don't make sense?

Mu Feng shook his head, not dwelling on the issue for too long.

Secondly, there were those eyes that didn't belong to him.

The vertical pupils resemble those of a snake: mad, ruthless, and bloodthirsty.

The aura of the Evil Eye seemed to awaken some dormant power within him. Nourished by the Evil Eye, this power briefly took control of his body, which led to... well...

A sudden, sharp pain struck his mind, causing Mu Feng to let out a muffled groan as his thoughts were abruptly interrupted.

Then, a flood of fragmented pieces followed.

The gleaming needle plunged mercilessly into the wrist, and bright red blood gushed into the syringe, slowly rising upwards.

The light was deathly pale, making the faces in front of me blurry.

"...81%", today's @%*..."

The light grew brighter and brighter, and the headache intensified. A flash of white light followed, then a feeling of lightness, and then a sudden heaviness.

Mu Feng's consciousness returned to his body.

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