Transmigrating to the world of Genshin Impact and becoming a big shot.

"Hahaha, that's exhilarating! I haven't felt this good in a long time. Although I don't particularly like war, it's still very satisfying to feel powerful."

Zhao Chuan gave a weak laugh, his words filled with praise and surprise.

The aftershocks of the explosion brought Zhao Chuan back to his senses, and the dark white light in his eyes had disappeared.

"What a madman."

The captain looked at the black-clad youth before him, who held a strange longsword in his hand, his long, ink-white hair stained with blood.

After saying that, the captain felt a dull pain in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, adding a new injury to his already wounded body.

"Captain."

The attendants following behind him quickly supported the captain who was about to fall, and said in a panic.

"Hmph, go ahead and leave. I won't tell you. Leaving Nata is your best option."

Zhao Chuan sheathed his longsword, turned away disdainfully, but his lips slowly tightened as he walked step by step toward the room.

"Let's go find him; there are other ways."

The captain shook his head, sighed, and left.

Zhao Chuan stood in the room, gazing out the window. As he watched the captain walk away, his face turned deathly pale.

"What...what just happened to me?"

Zhao Chuan frowned deeply, clutching his chest tightly with one hand, as if that could alleviate the excruciating pain.

However, contrary to expectations, the sharp pain in his chest not only did not subside at all, but became even more intense.

Large beads of sweat slid down his forehead like raindrops, dripping onto the ground.

Every drop of sweat seemed to be a testament to his physical pain, evoking pity in those who saw it.

Suddenly, a mouthful of black blood gushed out of his mouth without warning, tracing a shocking arc in the air before splashing heavily onto the ground.

The black blood emitted a pungent, fishy stench that was nauseating.

At this moment, Zhao Chuan was extremely weak. His legs could no longer support his body weight, and he involuntarily knelt on the ground.

Nevertheless, he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and asked with difficulty in a trembling voice.

"What on earth happened... why did it turn out like this..."

At that moment, a beautiful female voice entered Zhao Chuan's mind, followed by a surge of pure elemental power flowing into his entire body.

"Ding, host, your body was originally balanced by two forces, but the battle just now caused your old injuries to flare up, and the impact of the explosion added new injuries."

The system examined Zhao Chuan's body and said with concern.

"It seems we can't delay any longer."

After understanding the reason, Zhao Chuan began to use his spiritual power to repair his own wounds.

The space of consciousness was quiet, with dim and flickering light.

Zhao Chuan stood in this void, his brows furrowed as he stared at his arm, a deep sadness in his eyes.

He slowly said, "System, during that fierce battle just now, I felt like I went mad."

As he spoke, he gently raised his arm, and it seemed as if wisps of black energy were flowing along his meridians.

The system's voice rang out in the silent space.

"Host, after careful observation and analysis, I have discovered that you seem to have a very strong aversion to knowledge about contraindications. Or perhaps, the demonic power lurking within you is conflicting with this knowledge, thus causing this situation. If this continues, you may actually gradually transform into a native of Teyvat."

Zhao Chuan nodded slightly, indicating his agreement with the system's judgment, but his tone remained quite calm.

"Well, for now, there's no need to worry too much. Things will work themselves out. We can figure out what to do when things actually happen. Besides, for some reason, I always feel that there are deeper and more important secrets hidden in the depths of my sealed memories, waiting for me to uncover them."

As he spoke, his eyes grew increasingly serious, like two unfathomable pools, as if he had made up his mind to delve into that long-buried past.