Genshin Impact: I wrote the plot into a novel to spoil the future

"So, you sold the vase too?"

"I don't remember." (!_!)

Parad, who had been listening for a while, suddenly spoke up, "But there does seem to be a magnificent vase in Lord Diluc's house."

The two of them bickered as usual, but this time Kaeya won because Diluc didn't sell the vase he gave him.

Parad, who exposed this information, could very well be fired tomorrow for speaking to Catherine through the left channel.

The traveler used the prop to observe the group, but did not see their imaginary companions among them. Perhaps this is what boring adults are like.

The three eventually found Eileen, a girl somewhere between an adult and a child, with an imaginary friend beside her—Jin.

Lin Qiu said, "I always thought Qin could debut as an idol; she would definitely be popular."

During her conversation with Eileen, another name appeared: Stanley, the great adventurer of Mondstadt. He seemed to be a very skilled adventurer.

Meanwhile, the adventurer was with Jack, preparing to explore the Temple of the Lion of the South.

Eileen hoped that everyone could convey to Jack that their adventure plan with Stanley at the Temple of the Lion of the South Wind could be postponed to another day, because she was too tired today.

The three arrived at the temple and indeed encountered Stanley and Jack, who were surrounded by monsters.

Surprisingly, Stanley, as an adult, still has imaginary friends.

Stanley himself was not as amazing as people say.

He seemed somewhat helpless in the face of the monsters' encirclement, but in the end, it was the traveler who came to their rescue.

He seemed to be just a braggart, while his imaginary friend appeared much more impressive, more like a seasoned adventurer.

But regardless, Jack respected Stanley very much.

In order to prove to Stanley and his parents that he was ready to become an adventurer, he commissioned the Traveler and others to join him in finding proof of his heroism.

Tempted by the fine wine, the bard readily accepted the offer.

Then they just found Jack a broken sword and a barrel lid, and used them as proof of the non-existent hero.

Under the sway of the wind god, Jack believed him.

Navia couldn't help but laugh when she saw this.

This bard should be the Anemo Archon of Mondstadt, right?

Mondstadt's Anemo Archon is actually deceiving his own people; he doesn't seem as reliable as Fynna.

However, she did not dislike the wind god's personality.

The hero proved that he didn't exist at all, yet he, a god, was willing to play along with the other party's act. Wasn't he a gentle god in that respect?

If he comes to Fontainebleau, Navia will definitely treat him to a drink—no, she'll treat him until he's completely satisfied!

"Is that really the case with that Wind God?" Navia asked curiously.

Lin Qiu replied affirmatively, "Yes."

Lin Qiu didn't know which passage Navia had read, but no matter what kind of Wendy he was, it was definitely him.

Whether he's gentle or deceptive, whether he's doing serious work or not, it's all the same person.

Navia became even more interested in this wind god. Was he just a gentle deity who loved to drink and deceive people?

That seems similar to Fulina; although she is gentle and popular, she doesn't do anything productive.

In the eyes of some Fontaines, Navelette is more like the Fontaine water goddess, while Funina is just a mascot, a little lucky water king.

Perhaps this is why some people name their pets 'Furina'? They may have affection for this water goddess, but lack reverence for her.

Lin Qiu had not mentioned Funina to Navia, so in Navia's eyes Funina was still that cute and flamboyant goddess.

Navia continued reading the rest of the story.

It turns out that Stanley hadn't left at all; he had been following them from the shadows.

"Great adventurers must be very familiar with Dadaupa Valley, right?" the poet asked.

“Of course! Of course! I could walk all over this place with my eyes closed!” Stanley said confidently.

"I see. I truly admire your memory and perseverance," the poet said sincerely.

After exchanging a few words, Stanley left feeling guilty.

"Where will a person who is unwilling to forget the past and abandon the present go if forced to take the first step into the future?"

"What do you mean?" Paimon asked, puzzled.

"Haha, just talking to myself."

"Let's go, let's go see 'Angel's Gift' tonight."

Chapter 23 If You Are Trapped in a Windless Land

That night, the travelers and their companions arrived at 'Angel's Gift'.

Inside the tavern, Grandpa Lu stood behind the bar, wiping the glasses.

The three of them then focused their attention on Stanley, who was already drunk.

"Stanley... tell me what I should do?" Stanley muttered to himself.

"Waaaaah... Stanley..."

"Why wasn't it me who died in the Sea of ​​Ashes? Why didn't your soul stop me when I used your name? Stanley!" he cried in anguish.

"If it weren't for protecting me, a newcomer, you wouldn't have died in that windless place," he said, blaming himself.

"You already have the title of Great Adventurer," Stanley gritted his teeth. "But because of a piece of trash like me, you can never become a legend!"

"Stanley... I'm afraid the Mondstadt people will forget you completely, so I'm telling your adventure stories everywhere."

"I will make sure everyone in Mondstadt remembers! Stanley reached the heart of the Ember Sea! He is the greatest adventurer of all time, and he is still alive!!"

"Still alive!!"

At this point, Stanley seemed to have made up his mind, talking to himself.

"Stanley won't die! Because I am... I am Stanley!"

At this point, Stanley sighed softly, "I'm sorry, Stanley, I'm so sorry... I'm getting old too... I'm getting old too!"

After crying for a while, Stanley finally came to his senses and turned to look at the travelers and the others.

"How long are you guys going to keep eavesdropping?"

He probably already knew, but he just wanted to tell people about this secret that was hidden deep in his heart.

Both were playing another person, but in contrast, Funina could not tell anyone her secret, and she played the role for 182376 days and nights.

How many times greater will Funina's breakdown and torment be than his?

Just then, Jack arrived with good news: his parents had agreed to let him become an adventurer.

He couldn't wait to share the news with Stanley, but he found Stanley slumped over the table, seemingly asleep.

He was afraid to face Jack, realizing he was just a cowardly liar, and how could he face the other's sincere adventurous spirit?

"Stanley... oh? He's drunk again?" Jack was used to it.

"See you tomorrow, sir. Tell me some more stories when you're sober, okay?"

After Jack left, Stanley slowly woke up.

"Thank you for not revealing my secret."

“I didn’t dare look at him just now. His sincerity towards adventure is completely genuine.”

"And me? I'm a tired, useless conman, but that kid is still a shining newcomer. I can't ruin his dreams."

Stanley's voice sounded tired; he was weary and old, and he wanted to rest.

But Stanley can't grow old; Stanley is a great adventurer! His adventures are far from over!

"You can't really call him a fraud, can you? Because Stanley's adventure stories and experiences are all true," Paimon reassured him.

"Story...experience...ha, forget it."

"Actually, my memories of adventure and Stanley are already blurry."

"This is my biggest secret, my greatest fear!"

Yes, if even he has forgotten Stanley, then has Stanley really died?

"Over the years, I've lived for his story, but I can't remember his personality, his life anymore... hahaha..." Stanley chuckled bitterly.

To make Stanley a legend who survived in the Sea of ​​Ashes, rather than a loser who died in the Windless Lands.

He abandoned his own identity and lived as Stanley.

He himself could be an unknown nobody who died in the Windless Lands, but Stanley must be a great adventurer who made Mondstadt famous, a living legend!

"The only thing I can't forget is that he died in the windless, desolate Sea of ​​Ashes; the wind couldn't carry his soul away!" he lamented.

For the people of Mondstadt, dying in a windy place means returning home, but what if they die in a windless place?

"I'm old. No matter how unwilling I am to let go, I can't hold onto much. I'm so useless! Utterly useless!!"

"Adventurers can't die like that! They can't... Waaah..."

'Stanley' buried his face in his hands and wept bitterly, for the real Stanley had died because of him.

"Hans Jacibord," a gentle voice rang out.

Hans looked up in surprise and asked, "How did you know my real name?"

I had clearly given up on this name, I had clearly 'died' in the Sea of ​​Ashes!

A gentle breeze wafted through the enclosed tavern, seemingly transporting everyone to another space.

"Wind? It's the sound of wind that I longed for but could not find in the Sea of ​​Ashes!"

Only two people remained in this unique space. Looking at the poet in front of him, Hans finally realized the other's identity.

"I...I've always believed...you exist!"

Hans's voice trembled slightly, whether from excitement or fear that it was all just a dream.

The wind god stretched out his hand, and gentle words rang out.

"Can I have the soul of my deceased friend?"

Hans slowly placed his hand on the wind god's hand; this was not a dream...

When he looked up again, the wind god before him had transformed into Stanley, whom he had been longing for day and night.

Hans reached out to grab him, but Stanley's soul merely smiled slightly before gradually dissipating, drifting away on the wind to the high heavens.

His smile—did it mean he forgave me? Hans drifted off to sleep.

Stanley's story is over, but Wendy's is not.

"Traveler, let's meet at our usual spot."

"Okay, see you at the usual place."

The two were very tacit, not saying where the old place was, as if they both knew.

The two met on the statue in front of the church.

Wendy, holding the apple wine she got from Jack, began to tell stories of Mondstadt's past.

"My current appearance, like that of the fake Mr. Stanley, is actually borrowed from a friend."

Wendy reminisces about the past and begins to tell her story.

The story I'm about to tell begins in Old Mondstadt...

After the story ended, Paimon asked curiously, "And then what? What happened to that friend you mentioned?"

"Paimon, do you want to know what happens next?" Wendy asked, sounding a little downcast.

Ying noticed Wendy's change in mood and stopped Paimon from pressing her for more information.

"Paimon, go pick two apples," the traveler said, sending Paimon away.