Mr. Zhongli, we can't slack off anymore!

On the train back, the player kept searching for game-related videos, novels, forums, and so on.

When she swiped her finger to the video of Zhong Li's compilation, she froze and subconsciously pressed pause.

Exiting the webpage felt like seeing a ghost.

The person who used to be by my side is now separated from me by a screen.

As mobile phones become thinner, screens larger, and image quality clearer, the people on the screen remain forever separated from you by an insurmountable dimension.

The difference between the three-dimensional and two-dimensional worlds is not just one, it's an entire world.

Hearing the plea in his heart, the player opened his video and gently stroked the screen reflecting his image.

His face doesn't get hot like a cell phone; it has curves and a different feel.

In her sadness, she recalled being rejected when she confessed her feelings.

When I came back, I thought that I would never see them again, so I resorted to this desperate measure.

Forget it, if we meet again, I'll just brush it off.

He won't blame you; he might even join in the charade.

Does Zhongli know that his accidental entry into Teyvat is the source of the disaster?

What would happen if I told him myself?

A relationship built on secrecy cannot be exchanged for a genuine one. I should reveal my true identity to him the next time we meet.

Several hours later, the train stopped at the platform.

A figure I've been longing for flashed past the car window.

In just a moment, it stirred the players' drowsy nerves.

A shattered soul is pieced back together, and a heart that had stopped beating due to the constraints of reality begins to beat again.

All the noise subsided into silence, leaving only the sound of a fluttering heart.

boom! boom! boom!

It beats only in the chest cavity, yet it is deafening.

Ignoring her luggage, she rushed out of the car and searched everywhere.

My gaze pierced through the gaps between people.

In this bustling station, finding someone is too difficult, but losing someone is too easy.

Fortunately, his figure was outstanding enough.

Fortunately, she was very dedicated.

Ultimately, it landed on that familiar set of clothes.

His pupils contracted slightly; he was all alone in the world.

He opened his mouth, but ultimately couldn't utter the name that was indelible in his heart.

That's not right.

The fabric of the clothes is wrong, the Eye of God is wrong, and the tied-up long hair is even more wrong.

"Oh, there's a comic convention today."

She swallowed a sigh.

Not far away, several students dressed in cosplay costumes were playing and laughing, immersed in the joy of portraying their favorite characters.

However, their joy had nothing to do with me.

The player silently returned to the carriage and picked up his luggage...

*

In order to meet again, and to save that distant world.

Even the faintest hope must be looked up to.

The players took action.

During her vacation, she visited the game company, thinking that perhaps this place would also affect the opening of the passageway.

Things didn't go as she hoped; the passage failed to open.

Nothing happened.

Miracles don't happen here.

She bought a lot of merchandise at the game store, spent eight hours a day browsing the game, went to fan conventions for the IP, and tried to fill her life with things from another world.

Is this still not enough? The passage remains closed.

Occasionally, I may feel lost, but my indomitable perseverance will always overcome my fatigue.

That being the case.

She recommended the game to people around her, persuaded veteran players on the forum to return to the game, and encouraged them to spend money on each new banner according to their means.

Still not enough?

Where exactly is the entrance to another world?

Anxiety and confusion are the punishment for a time traveler who has wasted his life.

Why should I waste that time?

He called himself a traveler, and his movements were confined to his own surroundings.

I am a lost traveler.

Without the guidance of game objectives, one is like a headless fly.

Even the way home was found by others.

There's no time for regrets.

She started writing fan fiction about the game, but it only got a handful of reads.

She edited promotional videos for the game, but no one watched them.

She never felt how insignificant one person's power could be.

After a period of time when she only had games on her mind, a sense of powerlessness welled up inside her.

She became a "madwoman" in the eyes of outsiders.

The world is inherently averse to those who are unconventional. As long as you take a different path from others, gossip and strange looks will follow you.

Unfortunately, humans are social animals. Her life was facing an unprecedented crisis.

That passage still hasn't been reopened.

"The game hasn't disappeared even after all this time."

Perhaps someone else did what she was supposed to do for her. This thought made her feel uneasy for a while.

Can't go back?

As long as someone can save that world, it doesn't matter if it's not me.

It's time to salvage my messy life.

More than once, she thought that perhaps that short trip was just a dream.

Because of her inner fragility, she developed some kind of mental problem, which led her to fantasize about a journey.

It's time for me to face reality.

She negotiated with herself, opened the game one last time, said goodbye to that imaginative version of herself, and then drowned her soul in reality.

Genshin Impact, start.

The mysterious stone door opened, and warm sunlight shone on the player.

The passage has finally opened.

Now she has become a traveler in another world.

The hopeful traveler opened his eyes.

All around is the starry sky of Teyvat.

Before her lay distant land; she realized she was standing on the edge of Sky Island, a region she had never explored before.

Looking down, the continent of my memory was a patch of scorched, dark yellow earth.

Is this Teyvat?

Perhaps I was mistakenly sent to another place?

Perhaps this isn't Sky Island, but some other place.

The floating island was a wasteland.

Travelers wander among the broken walls and ruins.

Plants withered, buildings were destroyed.

There was no one there.

If you accidentally enter an infinite flow horror novel, wouldn't you be doomed?

The scattered lights formed a line, and a beam of light appeared in the distance.

A target point? A guide line in the game?

That's too weird.

Follow the light step by step toward the target point.

The destination is the center of a temple, where all the mechanisms are destroyed, not a single wall is intact, and the ceiling has been smashed into rubble.

"A traveler from another world." A faint voice reached the traveler's ears.

She only told Zhongli this name.

The sound came from several crystal fragments on the stone table.

They appeared to have originally been a statue, with residual elemental energy flashing intermittently.

"How...how do you know this name?" the traveler asked.

"Because I... am the very principle of Heaven."

"I know everything about you."

"I knew you would come back, so I'm waiting for you here."

"You were supposed to fulfill your mission and stop the disaster."

"However, before I had fully awakened, the God of Rock sent you away."

"Perhaps wear and tear affected his judgment, or perhaps something else."

"Now you've returned to complete your mission."

"Unfortunately, you're too late..."

"As you can see, this world has been destroyed."