Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

"woke up?"

The glaring white lights, the blue ceiling, and the strong smell of disinfectant.

"Who?!"

Mu Feng awoke with a start from the darkness. The unfamiliar environment made him instantly alert, and his right hand swiftly reached for the Eye of God hidden behind his waist.

Dotore strolled out of a corner of the laboratory, the blue potion in his hand reflecting an eerie color under the bright lights.

"It seems you didn't heed my advice."

He didn't seem angry; he just scrutinized the boy before him with a critical eye, his eyes, hidden behind the pointed mask, gleaming with interest.

The experiments are getting more and more interesting.

Heh... to appear in Dotore's laboratory, it seems that in Kujavina's eyes, she has become one of those "worthless" people.

Mu Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile as he met the doctor's dissection in front of him without fear.

"The fact that a human body can operate at such an excessive time limit and still be able to last until now is nothing short of a miracle I have never seen before."

"These are truly valuable observations."

Dotore clapped his hands lightly, a smile playing on his lips, but the raven feather cloak on his shoulders and the empty eye sockets revealed a chilling light.

"That's really an honor."

Mu Feng retorted, but Dotole didn't seem to mind. He toyed with the syringe filled with blue liquid in his hand and continued with a hint of regret:

"But unfortunately, it seems our deal is coming to an end."

"No, quite the opposite."

Mu Feng suddenly smiled, tossing the Eye of God in his hand, which had transformed into an hourglass shape, his calm expression as if he were not the one in danger at this moment.

"I want to make another deal with you."

"Oh?"

Dotole was genuinely intrigued; he crossed his arms and looked at the boy in front of him with great interest.

He wondered how this dying young man could come up with something to win him over.

Give me an evil eye.

"Don't you want to see if your painstakingly developed Evil Eye can actually kill an Executive?"

Dotole gave a half-smile, resting his chin on his hand as if considering the other party's suggestion.

But he knew very well that this was not the boy's trump card.

"If that's all there is to it, I can't betray my dear colleagues."

Mu Feng smiled. He had long anticipated Dotore's cunning strategy of not acting until he saw the benefits, so he played his last trump card.

A trump card that Dotole cannot refuse.

“I saw a tree.”

Dotole laughed too; he enjoyed dealing with intelligent people because it was always a worthwhile deal.

No one knows what answer he received about the "world" itself, nor does anyone know what illusions he saw beyond the "world".

A delirious fool, a mad scholar.

"You really are like me."

"Madness, rationality, and contempt for rules."

With a sigh, he unexpectedly removed the Ice Element Evil Eye from his raven feather cloak and tossed it directly to the boy in front of him.

"If it weren't for the pathetic emotional entanglements, we might have become good friends."

"I will record the most magnificent bloom of time to express my respect."

With the chilling Evil Eye in hand, Mu Feng gave Dotole a deep look, then turned and headed towards the House of Hearths, leaving without looking back.

When he reached the door, he suddenly turned his head, his face showing a complex mix of emotions.

"Unfortunately, we are not the same."

……

Fontaine, the Munsos Mountains, the Plains Duel Arena.

"Go and finish your final duel."

"Peruvian."

"The final duel to become 'King'."

Kujavina sat high in the stands, her blood-red lips slightly upturned. She crossed her legs, and her seductive voice echoed in the empty dueling arena.

Peruvée silently gripped the hilt of her sword, her footsteps tapping on the bluestone slabs with a crisp sound, as if striking her own heart.

She raised her head, her bright red cross-shaped pupils dimming slightly, her gaze filled with complexity and hesitation.

The pink-haired girl stood in the shadows of the dueling arena, the silver sword in her hand reflecting the bloody light of dusk, blurring her features and expression.

"Cravlie".

Peruvée murmured, her grip on the sword hilt loosening slightly.

She hadn't been unaware that this day would come.

However, it came a little too fast.

Kujavina's expression seemed mocking, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on her mature and beautiful face, yet it inexplicably made Peruvier feel disgusted and repulsed.

Never before had she so desperately wanted to tear that hateful face apart.

"Pepe."

The girl in the center of the dueling arena turned her head. She seemed to be smiling, but her smile carried a sense of relief that terrified Peruvier.

That might not be called relief, but rather exhaustion and despair after physical and mental exhaustion.

Clementine is tired.

She watched as her beloved mother parted ways with her, watched as her playmates left her one by one, and watched as her once-complete family gradually fell apart.

She fought back, arguing with hope and reason, only to be met with merciless rebukes and new wounds upon new ones.

She had compromised, but it was her mother who forced a blood-stained sword into her hand and ordered her to stab her brothers and sisters in the chest.

She prayed, but the gods did not answer her prayers; the power they bestowed upon her pushed her beloved boy to his death.

Countless nights, she licked her bleeding wounds with hope, expecting tomorrow to be different.

That was a promise her brother Mufeng had made to her.

"I don't have much time left."

The boy's weak voice came through the door from the hospital bed, and the porcelain plate in Clementine's hand fell to the ground, the shattered pieces mirroring her broken heart.

“Take Clementine with you.”

She heard the boy's calm tone, almost as if he were making his final arrangements, and her heart felt as if it were being torn apart by sharp claws; the bloody pain almost completely overwhelmed her.

"No."

Her lips trembled, and she murmured the same words over and over again, as if praying, as if pleading.

No one heard it.

She ran away like a coward. That night there were no stars or moon. Clementine hid under the covers and cried alone. A group photo of the four of them was placed on the bedside table.

Grief transformed into nameless hatred, and the flames of hatred burned away the iron curtain of night. What arrived at dawn was not light, but the powerless embers after the flames had burned out.

The power of "mother" is like a bottomless chasm, severing their connection with the future.

"I won't let you walk ahead alone either, Brother Mufeng."

Clementine, who had been sitting awake all night, smiled sweetly and murmured softly to herself.

"For me, death is a relief."

The girl, whose face was already blurred, spoke these words, and now she could understand the despair buried deep in her words.

The deepest despair is not that hope never existed, but that the light of hope, which was within reach, was ruthlessly extinguished.

She stood at the deepest abyss of despair, mocking the incompetence of death and the fragility of life.

Compared to escaping the endless torment and enduring the long night without dawn, paying the price of death seems insignificant.

Perhaps, the girl named Clementine had actually died on that pitch-black night when not a single ray of light could be seen.

In the pale red glow, she had already chosen her future.

"It's alright, Pepe."

Clementine tilted her head slightly, and the evening breeze carried the drifting petals of the soft lantern, highlighting her sorrowful yet resolute smile.

"it's the same."

Did you hear me?

She raised the sword in her hand.

The flower language of the Soft Lantern Bell is the wish for parting and reunion.

Pepe, Elodie, Mufeng.

See you in the next life.