Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

A block of ice that can't be warmed up!

His choice of the piano... was the most normal and wise choice imaginable!

What did the churning sorrow deep within her heart, the pain like being repeatedly cut by a dull knife, the despondency and self-loathing that almost overwhelmed her... matter?

It was nothing more than a belated, deserved punishment.

I can only blame myself.

Blame it on my damn, prideful personality!

I blame myself for pushing him away time and time again!

She blamed herself... She had personally destroyed that clumsy yet stubborn light that had once illuminated her dark world!

Yura Lawrence...

She cursed herself fiercely and desperately in her heart.

Completely...

"Gudong..."

A perfectly clear swallowing sound.

Yura suddenly grabbed the dandelion wine in front of her, which had barely been touched and whose sides were covered with a thin layer of frost.

She tilted her head back, her eyes tightly shut, as if she wanted to force all the bitterness, grievances, self-loathing, and resentment, along with the cold liquid, down her throat in a fierce and resolute manner!

The spicy and bitter liquor burned down my esophagus, but it did nothing to dispel the bone-chilling cold in my heart.

Chapter 11: Is it really human?

"Gudong..."

The pungent liquor, like a venomous snake laced with both ice and fire, burned down my throat, bringing not warmth, but rather freezing my heart, already soaked in bitterness and self-loathing, even more solidly.

The bottom of the cup slammed heavily against the wooden table with a dull thud, as if echoing the complete freezing of her heart.

"I'm going to get some air."

Before she could finish speaking, Yura suddenly stood up!

That glaring bunch of daffodils, symbolizing "the end," was deliberately, yet with a hint of lingering affection that even she herself didn't realize, abandoned on the table, lying forlornly under the flickering candlelight, like a cold, hard verdict.

"Yura! Wait!"

Amber was so anxious that she jumped up and tried to chase after him, just like a little rabbit with its fur standing on end.

"Don't follow me."

Yura didn't turn around, only leaving behind three words.

She straightened her back, the proud back of Lawrence and the guerrilla captain, but her steps were hurried as she rushed straight toward the tavern door.

"boom--!!!"

She slammed the heavy oak door of the tavern shut with an almost cathartic force, making a loud bang!

The stacks of washed wine glasses on the bar trembled violently with a "clatter".

The evening breeze outside the door, like a wild beast that had been waiting for a long time, suddenly rushed in, bringing a biting chill and completely sweeping away that suffocating dark blue.

Absolute silence replaced the previous clamor.

Everyone's movements, expressions, and even breathing seemed to have been paused.

My gaze was drawn as if by an invisible thread, first following the disappearing blue figure, which carried the aura of a storm, in a daze.

Then—in unison, with huge question marks and complex emotions (spectatory, shock, sympathy, schadenfreude)—the focus returned to the other protagonist at the center of the storm, Yi Chen.

The first to break this suffocating silence was always Kaiya, who always seemed to thrive on chaos.

He nudged Yichen, who stood stiffly beside him like a wind god, with his elbow in an extremely "affectionate" manner.

"What are you standing there for?! My dear brother! Chase after them! Now! Immediately! Right now!"

Yi Chen was jolted back to his senses by Kaiya's elbow, and the bewildered expression on his face, as if asking "Who am I? Where am I?", had not yet completely faded.

He subconsciously rubbed the spot where he had been stabbed, then looked at Kaiya with an extremely sincere, even philosophically contemplative, blank gaze:

"Chasing... is possible..."

"only……"

Yi Chen paused, his brows furrowing slightly, as if trying to sort out the logic, before posing the soul-searching question that was enough to plunge the entire gift of the angels back into absolute zero:

"In what capacity should I pursue her?"

Kaiya's "strategic and shrewd" expression instantly cracked!

"Wha...what is your identity?!"

Kaiya's voice cracked, and he suddenly grabbed Yichen's shoulders and shook him violently (trying to shake the water out of his brain).

"Yichen! My dear older brother!"

You're talking to me about identity now?!

Yura! Yura Lawrence!

Yura Lawrence was so angry at you for seamlessly connecting with the band leader that she was about to explode!

He rushed out! It's already dark outside! And now you're talking to me about identity?!

Kaeya felt all the wit and吐槽 (tu cao, a form of sarcastic commentary) energy he had ever possessed was burning at this moment.

"You idiot! Is this the time to be thinking about this?! Saving lives is the priority! No, saving the situation is the priority!"

Yi Chen was a little dizzy from Kaiya's shaking. He blinked, his face still displaying that maddening "curiosity" and "logical rigor," even with a hint of innocent confusion:

He shrugged, as if Kaiya were the unreasonable one.

"Should I pursue him as the 'suitor of the acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius'?"

And then... well, how about showing some concern for your 'colleague'?

Wouldn't this seem a bit... well, nosy?

And my stance is wrong too. I just confessed to Captain Jean and then went to care about Captain Yura. Isn't that a bit too much...?

He seemed to be struggling to find a suitable adjective, and finally managed to come up with one.

"...That's too 'scummy'?"

The entire angelic gift fell into an even more thorough and suffocating silence than when Yura slammed the door and left.

The air seemed to have been sucked out. Even the crackling sound of the candle flame disappeared.

All the onlookers, including Diluc, who was wiping glasses behind the bar until he almost crushed them.

Including Qin, who had just picked up the documents and whose face still showed signs of shock.

Including Lisa, whose fingertips started crackling with tiny purple sparks...

All eyes were fixed on Yi Chen's face, which was devastatingly handsome but now radiated an aura of "clear logic" and "distinctive stance."

Kaiya remained gripping Yichen's shoulder, completely petrified.

The glint in his single eye went out, replaced by a bewilderment that was a mixture of utter absurdity, disbelief, and a collapse of his worldview, as well as... a deep sense of self-doubt.

Kaiya slowly and stiffly released her grip, took a step back, and looked Yichen up and down as if she were seeing him for the first time.

"Yi Chen..."

"You guy..."

"Is it really...human?"

Chapter 12 Opening Ceremony!

Just as the entire gift of the angels was caught in a collective philosophical debate about whether Yichen's thought process belonged to the human realm.

A languid, fragrant purple figure drifted silently to Yi Chen's side like a phantom.

She didn't speak, but simply extended a slender hand wearing a lace glove and gently placed it on Yi Chen's head, even ruffling his perfectly styled bangs.

This sudden "head pat" made Yi Chen freeze instantly, even halting the ongoing "debate on identity logic" in his mind.

"Little cutie~"

"Although... you're currently pursuing our lovely and earnest leader, Qin..."

As she spoke, her eyes sparkled, and she deliberately gave a meaningful wink to the group leader next to her, who looked like she was wondering "Who am I? Where am I? Why am I here?", causing Qin's ears to instantly turn a light red.

"...But then,"

"You and Yura have 'interacted' a full hundred times, right? Even if you're not lovers, at least... you should be considered 'friends,' right?"

Yi Chen's eyes widened instantly!

Lisa's words were like a bolt of lightning piercing the fog in the night!

No! It was like a hundred thousand volts, precisely cleaving through the tangled "identity logic deadlock" in his mind!

How simple and unpretentious! How righteous and confident! What an invincible status!

Caring for your friends is a matter of course!

It's perfectly reasonable! Nobody can find fault with it!

All those previous fallacious arguments about "the suitor's identity being inappropriate," "their stance being wrong," and "they seeming too scummy" crumbled and vanished instantly in the face of the glittering and righteous identity of "friend"!

"I...I understand!"

The conflicted and bewildered expression on Yi Chen's face melted away like ice and snow, and he even excitedly grabbed Lisa's hand.

"Miss Lisa! You are truly... the embodiment of the goddess of wisdom on earth! Your words have awakened me from my dream! Thank you!"

"Whoosh!!!"

An invisible shockwave seemed to explode on the spot!

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes!

One second Yi Chen was standing in front of Lisa, looking incredibly grateful (?), the next second he turned into a blur and ran out the door.

Kaiya, who was closest, felt a tremendous force sweep across her, and the wine glass in her hand slipped from her grasp and crashed to the ground, splashing wine everywhere!

"boom--!!!"

The heavy oak door of the tavern, which had just been badly damaged, groaned in pain once again under its own weight!

This time, even the door hinges seemed to be groaning in a way that made your teeth ache!

A strong wind rushed in, making everyone's robes flutter and the candlelight flicker wildly.

Once again, an eerie silence descended.

Only the sound of wine glasses rolling and the soft crackling of candlelight remained.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the tavern door that was still swaying on its own, as if accusing the atrocities, and... the empty space in front of it.

What just... happened?

Brother Yichen... he... he flew out?

That speed... is it even possible for a human to run at that speed?!

After a brief silence, an even more turbulent uproar erupted!

"Fuck...!"

"I...I'm seeing things?!"

"That was... Brother Yichen?! When did he... become this fast?!"

"No wonder...no wonder!"

One of the knights suddenly slapped his thigh, as if he had just realized something.

"I knew it! To be able to do something as earth-shattering and awe-inspiring as 'confessing to Captain Yura a hundred times,' then 'seamlessly transitioning to Captain Jean,' and finally being able to logically discuss 'identity issues' in front of us—something no normal person could do and wouldn't even survive to the second episode..."

He looked around, his tone resolute: