Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Will even a dignified and powerful "mother" give in during a confrontation with her child?

Mu Feng bowed calmly on the surface, then turned and slowly retreated with the three little ones. The palms of his hands, which were tightly clenched behind his back, were already soaked with sweat.

Deep down, he wasn't 100% sure.

It would be unwise to engage in a direct confrontation with Kujavina before there is any possibility of victory.

But if Kujavina were to do anything to maintain her authority and take action against Elodie, he was prepared for a hasty confrontation.

Fortunately, it seemed that Kujavina was unwilling to directly break ties in the fireplace house, and this silent confrontation ended with both sides shaking hands and making peace on the surface.

"There's a child with secrets, Mufeng Xuenetsevich..."

"I still believe my eyes... Interesting."

Watching Mu Feng and his companions disappear into the distance, Kujavina's lips curled into an amused smile, her eyes flashing with a dangerous glint of madness.

"Who will be the ultimate 'King'...?"

Little did they know, this scene was witnessed by Mu Feng, who happened to glance back.

……

"So, can Mu Feng control time now?"

Clementine sat on the edge of the bed, her large, lake-green eyes sparkling as she examined the golden Eye of God from all angles.

"It is feasible in a certain sense."

"But reason tells me that changing the time arbitrarily is not a wise thing to do."

Mu Feng closed his eyes, focusing his mind on the flow of time.

Time, unlike the seven elemental forces, seems to have no tangible form. Instead, it is more like an ethereal concept, formless and intangible, and extremely difficult to control.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Mu Feng sighed helplessly and decided to temporarily suspend the plan to practice and guide the students.

"Huh? That doesn't seem to speed up the baking process..."

Clay immediately lost interest, propped her chin on her hand, and looked out the window towards the restaurant, silently counting down the hours until dinner was served.

Mu Feng sighed and ruffled Clementine's pink hair, then took a small bag of cookies from the cupboard and handed it to the greedy little girl, secretly thinking to himself:

The power of the wind god was used as a fishing machine, and the power of time was used to bake cakes—truly a low-key yet luxurious day at the fireplace house.

Wendy, that weirdo, will most likely not only not be angry, but will also happily come forward to share, since, well, it's understandable that the Wind God might fool you.

What I fear most is that Ms. Istaru will turn red on the spot and personally give him the first nuclear explosion performance of the time system, making him, Mu, reincarnate a thousand or eight hundred times.

As for the infinite flow genre, I'll leave that to my dear Yingmei to experience in Sumeru in a fully immersive way. No need to thank me, just call me a Good Samaritan.

"Well, according to the novel's plot, after time stops, it should be..."

Elodie pulled out a light novel from somewhere, her eyes glued to the pages, constantly flipping through the plot.

Wait, this plot sounds so familiar.

Didn't we say we'd confiscate all light novels?

Mu Feng, expressionless, slowly pulled the book from Elodie's pitiful expression.

Oh, this time it's "Faced with the Thunder General after the Time Stop, Lord Miyaji Decides...", published by the familiar Inazuma Yaedo.

It's clearly a rare gem, with a refreshing writing style, wholesome content, and positive values, suitable for all ages... what a load of rubbish.

She's still a child! You scumbag fox! Look what you've done!

Peruvieri didn't seem to care about light novels. She gently patted Mu Feng's shoulder, deliberately avoiding Clementine and Elodie, and asked about his plans in a flat tone.

"What to do now?"

"Wait."

Her bright red cross-shaped eyes blinked in confusion. Peruvier crossed her arms and waited for Mu Feng's explanation.

"Wait for her to make a move."

Mu Feng propped himself up with one hand and flipped onto the wall, his gaze piercing through the layers of shade to watch the carriage that was now moving away from the fireplace house.

"Do you need help?"

Mu Feng reached out and ruffled Peruvelle's white hair before turning his gaze back to the outside of the wall.

"No need."

"Do not overuse the power of curses."

Is this so...

Peruvier lowered her head, silently turned around and sat back down in the shade of the tree, watching Clementine and Elodie playing not far away, a faint smile flashing across her face.

……

Fontaine, on the eastern side of the foothills of Mount Munsos.

The carriage slowly came to a stop in front of a dilapidated wooden door. Two Fools soldiers got out first and respectfully pulled back the curtain for Kujavina.

The residents who seemed to be wandering around quickly gathered together, and an old man wearing a hood stepped forward to block Kujavina and her group.

"Prove your identities."

The old man spoke in a hoarse voice.

"How dare you! This is the Executive Officer 'Servant'!"

"Get out of the way right now!"

The wind servants beside Kujavina were equally defiant, sternly ordering them to make way.

The elderly man at the head of the group trembled slightly. He quickly gave a low order, and the crowd of people dressed as residents dispersed, making way for the wooden door.

"I'm sorry, sir, please come in."

"The Doctor is waiting for you inside."

……

Behind the dilapidated wooden door, however, lay a completely different scene.

Passing through old, waterlogged brass pipes, a laboratory filled with sophisticated instruments suddenly appears at the end of the pipes, surrounded by wooden cabinets displaying all sorts of bottles and jars.

Kujavina sat expressionlessly beside a crowded lab bench, her fingers tapping lightly and irregularly on the surface, as if waiting for something.

"Squeak."

The small door on the side of the laboratory was pushed open, and a blue-haired man wearing a pointed mask and adjusting his black gloves walked out with ease, the blue liquid on his earrings reflecting a bewitching light.

The second seat of the Fools' Executive Officers—"Doctor" Dottore.

"It's nice to meet you again, Ms. Kujavina."

"I sincerely apologize for not being able to welcome you at this crucial stage of an experiment."

The man politely apologized for his rudeness, but his face showed no remorse whatsoever.

“You are not the same Dotole as last time.”

Scanning the blue-haired man in front of her, Kujavina suddenly lowered her crossed leg, her brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

"You are very perceptive."

"The last slice has been sent to Sumeru to carry out a mission. Now I will take over the experiment in Fontaine."

The blue-haired man's lips curled slightly as he clapped his hands lightly in approval, though his tone carried a hint of frivolity.

"He's just as arrogant as ever, Dotole."

Kujavina sneered, crossed her arms, and mocked Dotole's nonchalant attitude without any politeness.

"If you'd like, I'd still prefer you to call me 'Doctor'."

Dotore shook the test tube filled with an eerie blue-purple liquid in his hand, his blurry gaze meeting Kujavina's through the pointed mask.

"Then this time, Kujavina."

"How many more...test subjects have you sent this time?"

Kujavina withdrew her gaze, picked up the now-cold tea on the table, and drank it all in one gulp. As she stood up, a strange smile curved her bright red lips.

"I think...you'll be interested."