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

"Chaska, how are you now?"

As Mavica entered the restaurant, she immediately spotted the tall woman sitting alone in a corner, drinking her wine in a sullen mood.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly walked over and asked with concern.

Chaska heard someone call her, and slowly raised her head, her eyes somewhat unfocused.

When she recognized the person as Mavica, she forced a smile and said, "Oh? It's Mavica. What brings you here?"

Looking at Chaska's slightly tipsy appearance, Mavica felt a pang of sadness.

She sighed softly and said, "I understand your sadness. This wine can only help you forget for a while."

After saying that, she picked up the wine glass on the table, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing this, Chaska also raised his glass, but suddenly seemed to remember something, grabbed Mavica's hand and asked urgently, "Mavika, do you think my sister can return to me through the Resurrection Poem?"

Her voice trembled with a sob, and her pleading eyes were fixed on Mavica, as if Mavica were her last hope.

Mavica was taken aback by Chaska's sudden action and was momentarily speechless.

She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to tell the truth: "Chaska, you've had too much to drink. You never know what might happen with these things..."

However, Chaska seemed to ignore Mavica's words completely, her grip tightening until she almost crushed Mavica's hand.

Mavica sighed helplessly, thinking that this couldn't go on, so she said, "Chaska, come, let me take you to the council office to rest for a while."

Chaska seemed to have lost all her strength, letting Mavica support her as she slowly stood up. The two walked out of the restaurant together, heading towards the headquarters.

After settling Chaska in, Mavica straightened her clothes and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the surrounding elemental energy suddenly began to surge violently, like a disturbed swarm of bees.

The elemental forces seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, converging towards the top of the sacred flame. The originally calm sacred flame began to tremble violently under the impact of this powerful elemental force, as if it might be extinguished at any moment.

Upon seeing this, Mavica was startled. Her nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed up instantly. She immediately looked around alertly, and a greatsword, as dazzling as a blazing flame, ignited in her hand. The blade shimmered with intense light, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Just as Mavica was fully focused on guarding against any unusual activity around her, a void rift suddenly appeared in front of her, tearing through space like a ferocious maw.

Mavica's heart suddenly raced. She stared intently at the crack, gripping her greatsword even tighter, ready to face any potential danger.

“Mavika, don’t be nervous, it’s me, Zhao Chuan.”

However, when a figure slowly emerged from the crack, Mavica's tension instantly dissipated.

It was a young man dressed in a long white robe. His figure appeared somewhat illusory against the backdrop of the void rift, but Mavica recognized his familiar face at a glance.

"Zhao Chuan, you're finally awake! You scared me to death!"

Mavica breathed a sigh of relief, and the greatsword in her hand went out. She quickly stepped forward to meet Zhao Chuan.

And so, Zhao Chuan and Mavica chatted about the past in the council office, and time slipped by unnoticed.

However, as they prepared to get up and leave, Zhao Chuan's gaze involuntarily fell on Chaska, who was fast asleep.

Chaska lay there quietly, his breathing steady and deep, as if he were completely immersed in his dream.

Zhao Chuan stared at him, a complex emotion welling up inside him.

The cruelty of war inflicted immense trauma on Chaska, leaving her not only with physical scars but also with a deep sense of self-blame and anguish.

Zhao Chuan couldn't help but sigh. He knew everything Chaska had gone through and understood the pressure she was under.

"Mavika, do you really feel no guilt about what we're doing?"

Zhao Chuan's voice was somewhat low, as the cruel scene from that time kept flashing through his mind, and the bloody image made his fists clench involuntarily.

Mavica was silent for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said with a determined look in her eyes.

"As Nata's warriors, it is our duty to go deep into the battlefield, and we will all face death sooner or later. There is nothing to feel guilty about. She will gradually accept this reality in a couple of days."

Although Zhao Chuan understood that what Mavica said made sense, he still couldn't let it go.

He turned his head to look at Mavika, his agitated mood standing out starkly against the backdrop of war.

"I know what you mean, but she died right in front of me, and I really can't bear it. Anyway, I'll think of something."

Zhao Chuan spoke firmly, and after saying this, he turned and left, quickly disappearing from Mavica's sight.

"Hey, this guy!"

Mavica watched Zhao Chuan's departing figure and sighed helplessly.

Meanwhile, at Cetalli's home, night had fallen.

Cetalli stood by the window, gazing into the darkness outside, her heart filled with worry.

Zhao Chuan's image kept appearing in her mind; his smile, his voice—everything about him felt incredibly familiar.

However, he has not returned yet, which makes Sitalei's worries even stronger.

"Nothing will happen to him, right?"

This thought kept swirling in her mind, making her feel increasingly heavy-hearted.

She knew Zhao Chuan was a powerful god, but even so, she couldn't suppress the fear and unease in her heart.

"Ugh, why is he all I can think about?"

Cetalli suddenly realized that her thoughts were completely occupied by Zhao Chuan.

She couldn't help but laugh at herself, wondering why she cared so much about a god.

However, despite her attempts to rationally reassure herself that Zhao Chuan would be alright, the feeling of unease lingered in her mind and wouldn't go away.

"He's a god, how could anything happen to him?"

Sitella tried to calm herself down, repeating the phrase to herself over and over.

To shake off this unease, Cetalli decided to stop thinking about Zhao Chuan.

She shook her head vigorously, as if that would shake away all the memories of him in her mind.

"Grandma Cetalli, are you looking for me?"

A gentle voice sounded from behind Cetalli.

This startled Sitella, who was still in a daze, with the sudden sound.

"No, you're a ghost! How did you appear behind me?"

Sitale patted her chest with her fair hand to calm herself down, and then complained.

"No, I just got back and heard you talking about it."

Zhao Chuan waved his hand and explained.

"Alright then, where did you go all day? I found you weren't here when I woke up this morning."

Cetalli looked at Zhao Chuan with suspicion, seemingly full of curiosity about his whereabouts.

Sitella hesitated for a moment, her mind racing through the events of the past two days.

She recalled the time she spent with Zhao Chuan, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

Although they hadn't known each other for long, Zhao Chuan gave her a very special feeling.

"First of all, thank you for your strength these past two days, which has allowed me to recover some of my original power, but that's not enough. Today, I also went to see Mavica to learn about what happened after the war ended."

Seeing that the topic had turned serious, Zhao Chuan sat down on the sofa and began explaining what he had been doing for the past few days.

"You're still saying that!"

He said reproachfully.

"These past two days have really been torture for me! My old bones can't take this kind of abuse! My buttocks still hurt."

After saying that, he rubbed his buttocks, as if they were still aching slightly.

Upon hearing this, Sitella's already somewhat shy face flushed even more, like a ripe apple.

She bit her lip, wanting to say something, but found it difficult to speak. In the end, she just let out a soft hum to express her dissatisfaction.

"Ahem... Well, it was out of necessity. Don't worry, I'll take responsibility for you."

Zhao Chuan blushed slightly, coughed awkwardly, then looked firmly at Cetalli and held her hand tightly.

Upon hearing this, Sitella felt a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her.

She knew Zhao Chuan was telling the truth, after all, the situation at the time was indeed somewhat special.

However, the thought of his relationship with Ying made her feel conflicted.

"You don't need to. I know about your relationship with Ying. If I were between you two..."

Sitella sighed and hesitated before she could finish speaking when she suddenly felt Zhao Chuan's lips gently cover hers.

The sudden kiss caught Sittrali completely off guard; her body trembled violently, and her mind went blank for a moment.

She wanted to push Zhao Chuan away, but for some reason, her body wouldn't obey her commands and instead involuntarily responded to his kisses.

"do not do that……"

After a while, Sitella came to her senses. She pushed Zhao Chuan away somewhat unwillingly, but she was still reluctant to part with him.

Over the years, the loneliness of life had numbed her, but now that she had finally met a man who was immortal like her, how could she not be moved?

"Cetalari, thank you."

Zhao Chuan smiled and nodded at her, then slowly stood up and said something in a low voice.

His voice was calm and indifferent, as if it were just an ordinary polite remark.

After saying that, Zhao Chuan turned around and left without pausing, leaving Cecilia standing there in a daze.

"Hey, don't... go!"

A sudden surge of reluctance and unwillingness welled up in Cetalli's heart, and she couldn't help but want to call out to Zhao Chuan.

However, before she could finish speaking, Zhao Chuan's figure had already disappeared from her sight, as if he had never appeared at all.

Cetalli stared blankly in the direction Zhao Chuan had left, her mind a complete blank.

She didn't know why she felt so lost. They had clearly sparked a connection; there was no way she and Zhao Chuan could be just ordinary friends.

However, when she saw Zhao Chuan turn and leave without hesitation, she felt a pang of pain in her heart.

"Ying and Zhao Chuan, one is friendship, the other is love, do I really have to choose?"

Frustrated, Seth Lari pulled the blanket over herself and wrapped it tightly around herself, as if that would shut her out all external distractions.

She mumbled to herself, seemingly trying to clear her chaotic thoughts.

The morning sun illuminates the earth, and Zhao Chuan is basking in the sunrise in his room, enjoying the peaceful beauty.

"Zhao Chuan, Ying and I have come to see you!"

Paimon's voice was as clear as a silver bell. She was carrying a bag of glistening purple grapes, and her face was beaming with a bright smile as she cheerfully waved to Zhao Chuan on the bed.