Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

In a dream.

The underground workshop suddenly vibrated.

"What's wrong?!" Ying almost lost her footing. Driven by a premonition of danger, she subconsciously drew her sword.

A dark green crack suddenly opened in the empty sky.

The first thing that comes into view is a ball of sparkling green light.

Then there was the person who walked out holding the light in his hand and smiling horribly: "You want the memory? If you have the guts, come and snatch it away?"

Following the strong earthquake, a round platform rose up in the center of the workshop floor, with a huge and majestic humanoid machine hanging its head embedded in it.

The skirmisher smiled and opened his arms, connecting his body to the conduit protruding from the Mecha cabin, causing purple electricity to vibrate on his body.

"No way!" Paimon was dumbfounded, "You still have to fight with the God of Opportunity!?"

"According to everything we saw in the dream, Guobeng was once the executive officer of the Fools," Ying said with a serious expression, assuming a posture of responding to the enemy, "I'm afraid, the God of Opportunity originally belonged to him."

"Wise judgment," the skirmisher said condescendingly, "but, traveler, this is not your occasion."

With the skirmishers as the center, a circle of astonishing thunder elements spread like a mountain.

The hit dreamland showed an overwhelming bright green flash. The wanderer raised his arms to protect his head. He heard a scream from Paimon behind him. When he turned around, both Ying and Paimon were gone.

"What did you do to them?!" the wanderer asked the skirmisher angrily.

"I'm just driving away the troublesome guys," the skirmisher played with the brilliance of the memory stored in his hands and looked at him. "I also put in the five hundred years with Nanke. How about it? Is it enough to tempt you?"

A naked provocation.

Unabashedly arrogant.

The wanderer couldn't control his expression and began to turn cold: "Nanke, is she... watching?"

The skirmisher sneered, speaking for himself.

Undercurrents began to surge in the depths of similar purple eyes at the same time.

Thunder elements continued to gather around the God of Opportunity, and the skirmishers looked leisurely, not in a hurry to strike first.

After a stalemate for several seconds, the Rangers moved first.

The doll's physique is naturally far superior to that of ordinary people.

Even without any training, the speed and power of the charged burst are amazing.

Lower your center of gravity and hit the ground with your palms.

It was like a flying bullet, leaping high towards the skirmishers above.

The skirmisher raised his eyes fiercely: "Oh, rubbish!"

He flipped over with one hand and gave the homeless man in the air a hard grip.

The palm of the God of Opportunity then lifted up, and the huge shadow completely enveloped the wanderer's figure. The collision of the five fingers caused dazzling sparks and roars.

The blue lotus bamboo hat was crushed into slag between the fingers of the machine god. The gauze hanging with the copper bell floated slightly with the air waves, burned when it touched the sparks, and fell with a tinkling sound.

The swift puppet had already escaped at the critical moment, climbed up the machine-god's arm from a blind corner to his shoulder, and attacked the skirmisher at the head.

There was no trace of wavering on the skirmisher's face.

The moment he raised his eyes slightly, his eyes fell on the wanderer.

The surrounding thunder elements rushed towards the wanderer.

His body, which had never been tempered by elements, convulsed under the wind of thunder and lightning, letting out pitiful screams of extreme pain.

Then he was slapped away by the God of Opportunity, and was deeply embedded in the ground under the round platform.

A wave of dust has not yet settled.

Hundreds of thunder poles appeared densely in the sky, and then chased towards the Wanderer's crash point like meteors.

The violent bombardment caused even greater smoke and dust, and the flat ground was razed into deep craters.

No one's screams can be heard anymore.

After a while, the smoke and dust descended slightly.

The homeless man knelt among the sharp broken bricks and gasped in pain, holding his right shoulder with a broken bone in his left hand. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead due to the severe pain, and the dirty dust mixed with it smeared on his face. He looked as embarrassed as he wanted.

"stand up."

The superiors issued orders to him without mercy.

"On the battlefield, since you can't die, stand up on your own over and over again."

Not to mention standing up, even maintaining the balance of the body is extremely difficult.

But when the skirmishers finished speaking, the God of Opportunity waved his arms and swept towards the wanderers.

The wanderer could only drag his unstable legs and roll to avoid it.

"You don't want my memory? Ha, that's it?"

The attacks came one after another like a storm.

The Rangers who couldn't deal with it were knocked away time and time again.

The slender body crashed into the high wall, causing spiderweb-like cracks.

The skirmishers watched the wanderer fall into the dust. After a few breaths, he supported his broken body and stood up tremblingly again.

"Not bad," the skirmisher sneered, "in terms of durability, it's barely eye-catching."

The wanderer leaned against the wall, his shoulder bones twisted and deformed.

The broken bones then stumbled back to their original shape.

"Is the battlefield... your experience?"

The wanderer looked up at the stragglers, and drops of cold sweat fell to the ground along the wanderer's clenched cheeks. Only those stubborn purple pupils were extremely bright.

"In this case, it's only natural that I can do it..."

The skirmisher frowned when he heard this: "This guy is disgusting."

He is not someone worth comparing to.

"You... too." The wanderer gasped and replied.

Pain blurs perception, the brain becomes confused, deepens jealousy and hatred, and makes people unable to hide it.

If we say that everyone is born with a fragile shell.

Once destroyed, the whole person will collapse.

Well, as early as the moment of birth.

Wanderers are already broken.

Because of a tear.

He who created him has no need of him.

Because of other chicks.

He who saved him did not spare him.

This body stands alone, like a claw in the snow and mud.

Whether you are practicing or wandering, no matter how many footprints you leave behind.

After all, it's just a matter of whim and determination to search for a place to live.

It happened that at this time, he himself did not know when he would fall off the cliff and be destroyed, but he finally captured the elusive white feather that he had missed in the past.

Wanderers never let go again.

No matter what lies ahead.

"Is Nanke gentle to you?"

Like a poisonous snake with fangs spread, the wanderer, wrapped in a soft and beautiful skin, finally couldn't help but utter evil words.

"When did she start to know that you took my position?"

"Skirmishers, don't forget."

"Who met her in the first place."

"For whom her warm smile bloomed."

"But she's a very soft-hearted person."

"It's just because you were more embarrassed than me at that time and needed comfort more. That's all."

The relatively calm expression of the skirmisher darkened little by little as the wanderer spoke every word.

"Need me to remind you again? Wanderer, she's right outside watching."

"Didn't you teach me to face my own desires honestly?" Wanderer smiled without warmth and put his palm on his chest, "Since you can make big mistakes, I am more qualified than you."