Genshin Impact: Hello! Traveler

The traveler was surrounded by thunder and howling winds.

The strong wind almost blew the little hat off Funina's head.

"Wait, wait! If we have something to say, we can talk it out. You can actually appeal in the court of justice! If all else fails, you can challenge her to a duel. There's no need to fight me!"

Funina panicked a little and took a half step back. After all, the crowd had dispersed and there was no need to pretend anymore.

Even a fool could see that even if Clorinde was given another fight, she would not be able to defeat this traveler who could cause strange phenomena in heaven and earth.

Although she is a god, Finina is not particularly good at fighting.

"I heard that you are the one among the Seven Gods who stands on the side of justice. I would like to see if you have the ability to do so."

After placing Paimon in the Dust Song Pot, Kong took out his signature weapon - the Edgeless Sword.

This sword has killed countless monsters along the way, and the resentment entangled in it cannot be underestimated. This sword has long stood out from the weapons that could be seen everywhere at the beginning.

The blade of the Edgeless Sword was trembling slightly, as if it was excited about being stained with the blood of the gods.

Obviously, this sword has already been awakened.

"Hey, buddy, we meet again."

"Sir?"

"This name is so unfamiliar, just call me Tartaglia."

Tartaglia suddenly appeared from nowhere and stood next to the traveler.

"As expected, there are always endless disputes around you. I kind of miss the time when I traveled with you in the past."

Still smiling cheerfully, Tartaglia stared at the traveler, sensing the growing sense of threat within him.

"I haven't seen you for a few months. You have become stronger and stronger. But I am not the kind of person who would waste my time without making any progress."

"It's you--"

Clorinde couldn't help but frown. She was no stranger to the Fatui's last executive officer. After all, she had a slight fight with him yesterday.

A madman born to fight.

"It's you. We meet again. You were obviously letting me win in yesterday's duel. Now, under the watchful eyes of the traveler and the gods of your country, let's have a real duel!"

Looking back and seeing Clorinde, one of the few people with whom he could fight to his heart's content, Tartaglia rushed forward with all his might.

[Annoying guy...]

Clorinde looked at the last executive officer, whose mind probably had nothing to do except fighting, attacking her with double water-sharp knives. Lightning flashed from the iron bee stinger, and a residual image directly blocked his attack.

As Furninna watched the scene becoming more and more chaotic, she felt both happy and sad.

The good news is that there is another farce to watch.

The sad thing is that I was also involved, and there were no bystanders. How could I show the attitude that a god should have?

[I can't afford to offend you. I can't afford to offend you. Why is this traveler so murderous? We need to settle this privately now while no one is around.] Funina's mind raced, and she immediately thought of a decision.

"Ahem - eight million Moras, I can forgive you for what you did." Finina coughed loudly, as if trying to maintain her dignity, and said proudly with her hands on her hips.

"Eight million? You must be crazy to think Mora is as easy as water?" Kong cursed angrily.

After years of running around and various expenses, his main source of income was the adventure commissions, and his pocket Mora was only about three million.

Plus the power of Paimon, the Mouth of God.

And this amount of Mora is already enough to save.

After all, the gap between the rich and the poor in Teyvat is greater than in any other world I have ever visited. (Otherwise, where would the treasure-stealing groups that are spread all over the continent come from?)

Talking about millionaires all the time?

"Eight million in exchange for your life, do you think it's worth it?"

A soul-searching question from a traveler.

[Threat! Naked threat!]

"What about the eight hundred thousand?" Furninna's momentum weakened instantly.

[Aren’t the rumored travelers very principled? Why are they so rebellious when they come to me?]

"I hope your successor can lead your country to glory—"

After saying this, the traveler raised the sword in his hand high, leaped forward, and aimed at the frightened Furninna, intending to chop her.

"don't want!!!"

Seeing the murderous intent coming towards her, Furninna was so scared that she curled up on the ground, her voice unpretentious and rapid and filled with fear.

I immediately put my hands in front of my face, naively thinking that this would reduce the damage I would suffer.

Her subconscious and extremely humble attitude doesn't seem like that of a god at all...

Without any precautions, I thought that the famous traveler who traveled through the four countries would be like a gentleman - at least not so impulsive, but when he swung his sword to kill me...

She dropped all her disguise in an instant.

Just like a lamb with its legs broken in a trap, it can only watch the wolf salivating at it with its bloody mouth wide open.

Tears of fear flowed helplessly.

She is not afraid of death, but she is afraid of dying.

Without the strength of a god, nor the demeanor that a god should have, in the eyes of travelers, Finina is just an ordinary person who is powerless.

And at this moment, I can decide her life and death at any time.

Tartaglia and Clorinde, who were fighting fiercely in the distance, were unable to observe this magnificent sight.

Otherwise, it will definitely refresh their three views on the cognition of God.

"Please... don't kill me... don't kill me..."

The traveler, holding a sword, jumped onto the platform where Furninna was lying.

The latter lowered her head, tears streaming down her face. She saw the shadow covering her from the corner of her eye, and made the most humble plea.

“…” The traveler put the sword against her head and said nothing.

“No… please…” Death was so close to her, and the slender shadow pointing at her head made her collapse.

"..." The traveler used his sword to lift the little hat off her head.

then……

"Click——"

There was a flash of light, and the traveler recorded Fu Nina's extremely humble appearance at the moment. (Rewrite the article, why does the traveler seem to be bullying Fu Fu?)

Seeing that the god was so cowardly that she didn't even have the courage to fight, the traveler moved the sword against her head. (PS: The Fontaine main storyline made me feel a little repulsive about the traveler's journey in the game. How can I say it? He really is like a passerby. After traveling through the four countries, why is he always being led by the nose in everything? Are you really just witnessing and not interfering? Are you playing?)

Then he squatted up, lifted her chin forcefully, and looked straight into her empty heterochromatic eyes.

She was startled by the traveler's sudden action.

The former looked at her face, which was covered with tears and she was terrified and at a loss. Her eyes were empty and she kept begging him not to kill her...

I actually cried...

Not like acting...

Is it a puppet similar to the former Sumeru Nashida...where is the real god?

But her aura is indeed divine...

It's better to say it's a curse than a breath...

“……”In an instant, countless possibilities came to my mind.

Forget it, I have no right to interfere in her affairs.

Finina looked at the traveler in front of her who was constantly examining and sizing her up. Although he looked young, he seemed to see through everything about her, which made Finina feel inexplicably panicked.

The empty eyes did not dare to look directly into the traveler's sharp gaze.

He let go of her hand and put the gorgeous blue hat that had fallen to the ground back on her head.

The latter instinctively moved back a little out of fear.

"Just be a good god... mortal." The traveler said this, more like a test.

"..." Hearing this, Funina trembled all over. She didn't look at him, but stared at the ground in a daze, and then said somewhat reluctantly:

"I...I am the demon god...Fukalos."

She sat and knelt on the ground like a duck, speaking words without the proper posture for the content of her words, and tears fell on the base of her soft white thighs.

"Oh? Such a weak god."

"I heard that there is a prophecy in Fontaine that has been circulating for a long time... A flood will submerge the throne of the water god, and all the people of Fontaine will dissolve in the water, and you - the demon god Fucaros, can only sit on the throne and cry." Squatting, the traveler looked at her with her head down in silence.

"It's just a prophecy..." Her body trembled slightly as she answered in a low and intermittent voice, seeming a little reluctant.

It was peaceful before when she was just pretending to be a god, but now the sudden feeling of wanting to kill herself has made her emotionally on the verge of collapse.

She can't die.

Moreover, this person...he...he really would know...

"If that's the case, why don't these alarmist prophecies that have been circulating for hundreds of years die out over time and fade out of the public eye, but instead become more and more intense?"

"..." For a moment, Funina was speechless.

At this moment, the tears on her face had not yet dried, her nose was red, her eyes were a little swollen, and her smooth thighs were in contact with the cold stone ground, looking so pitiful.

The traveler doesn't feel much about this because of the difference in standpoints. (The traveler in the parallel world, emm, you have to think carefully about his personality.) There are many good-looking people who pretend to be pitiful, and he has been deceived many times.

But she... really doesn't seem to be pretending, which makes it a bit difficult for the travelers.

"It seems that this prophecy involving your Fontaine will really come true. According to common sense, I should be a witness and experiencer of this event - you see, didn't big things happen in every country I went to before? So... as long as I don't come to your country, the prophecy will not come true!"

The traveler said with some evil humor.

“Is… is that so?!”

He looked at the lifeless eyes of Funina, which seemed to have regained some spirit, and wondered if she really believed it.

Then he seemed to sense something and suddenly touched Funina's head.

"Your soul... is a little fragile - wait... why are you so badly worn out?"

Travelers don’t know until they check, and they will be shocked when they do.

He was extremely sensitive to the soul and immediately noticed the clues in her soul.

The soul is close to being shattered.

The spirit is on the verge of collapse at any time.

"No...don't spy on me!!"

The traveler seemed to have touched a side of Furninda that she was unwilling to reveal, and the latter moved back a few steps helplessly.

The rough stone floor scratched her delicate skin, and some thin red lines emerged from her legs.

Seeing this, the traveler further believed that she was just an ordinary person.

"Forget it... Everyone has their own destiny - I have no right to interfere in your country's affairs." He gave her some small and colorful raw stones. There was a high probability that they would meet again in the future, but the traveler was a little tired at the moment, so he went back first.

"This is……"

"Repair——" Using his unique power, the colorful stones emitted a warm golden light and flowed into Finina's body. Then the colorful raw stones quickly lost their color.

"You...what did you do?!!" She was very scared when she saw something incomprehensible drilling into her body.

"Don't worry, it's just to reduce some wear and tear." He seemed a little surprised that the soul strength of Funina in front of him was actually the same as that of an ordinary person, and he couldn't help but look up to her.

This strange power is just a drop in the bucket for the gods, but it can actually repair her soul. It seems that all the facts seem to point to one thing - Furninna is not a god.

But this level of wear and tear is unbearable even for the immortal species, let alone humans.

What heavy responsibility is it carrying?

The throne in the prophecy... the judgment... could it be that those old guys are behind this again...

"We can say that we became friends after fighting... We'll say goodbye today." The traveler pulled Funina up and used the power of grass element to heal the scratches on her legs.

The latter's thigh was numb due to the long single movement and she almost fell down again, but the traveler helped her up in time.

Seeing how intimate he was with her, Funina quickly separated from him and kept her distance.

"You are so weak... You don't have any strength to pretend to be a god... If this happened in other worlds, you would have died long ago. Should I praise you or scold you..." Seeing this, the traveler put away the edgeless sword.

When Funina saw the sword being taken away, she felt relieved a little.

"I am the demon god Fukalos, I am not pretending..."

She lowered her head slightly, still somewhat unwillingly.

"You're being stubborn again. Whatever you want... This secret - oh, this photo -"

"You!! Give it back to me!" When he saw his "ugly photo", he thought that if it got out, the image he had worked so hard to build for 500 years would be over. By then... all his efforts would be in vain. This must not happen!

Her tears were not yet dry, and her face was suddenly filled with panic. She stretched out her hand and tried to grab it.

"Just consider it as making friends. As long as you don't retaliate, I won't spread it..." He put it into the space immediately, ignored her helpless look, and turned back.

"There's always something memorable on a trip... I guess we'll meet again someday."

“But if you retaliate against me, I will use my power to publish this photo throughout Teyvat. I want everyone in Teyvat to know the ‘heroic gesture’ of the famous water god.”

Under Furninna's desperate gaze, the traveler put away the photo and left.

"I look forward to how you will face me in the future..."

……

"..."

Stretching out her hand, Furninna looked at the figure walking away, but she didn't have the courage to speak.

He is obviously not a Fontaine person...but he knows too much about himself...

If he spreads this or this photo...

The true strength of the great water god is actually no match for a strong adult...

Being in a high position, even if you do all the good things... there will be countless malicious intent directed towards you.

What's more, in the past 500 years, I have done nothing but acting... I am not even one-tenth as good as the rock god Morax that I admire in my heart.

The latter is to actually enable His people to stand up and become strong thousands of years ago, and then to become rich in recent years.

And myself...

I thought this feeling of despair would overwhelm me, but I didn't expect that I felt much more relaxed for some reason...

Why do you feel relaxed?

Was it the golden light that penetrated into my body or was it that after 500 years, someone finally knew my true identity and I no longer had to live in fear and disguise every day...

She doesn't know either.

Looking at the blond boy getting farther and farther away, Furninna actually wanted him to come back immediately...

If you know my identity then you...

Ugh...

……I do not know how long it has been……

Clorinde came to Fininna with a tired look on her face. Just when she was about to say that the Fatui's eleventh executive officer was not to be underestimated and that they needed to be on guard more, she saw that Fininna looked like she had lost her soul.

"he's gone?"

“…Oh—he’s gone. Under the might of me—the water god Fukaros—the stupid stranger left in a panic!!”

Seeing this, Funina quickly returned to normal, put her hands on her hips, and spoke as exaggeratedly as always.

"..." Seeing that her own god was not hurt, Clorinde couldn't help but feel relieved.

Fortunately, the traveler did not do anything wrong, otherwise it would be very difficult to deal with.

He has strong friendships with the four countries, so even if he offends Fontaine, it won't matter...

"Hmm... The strangers are gone, and the mess they left behind will be dealt with by the Adventurer's Association. I should go back to Mo Mang Palace for some snacks."

Furninna turned around and left first, walking briskly in front of the elevator.

Clorinde, on the other hand, was somewhat puzzled.

"Da da da--"

The faint and regular sound of high heels tapping on the ground seemed to indicate that the owner was in a good mood.

It seemed that he had forgotten the embarrassment and humiliation he had experienced not long ago.

When the elevator finally rose and closed, Funina looked back at the desert area with the waterway in the distance...

Don't know what to think.

(As soon as the new 4.2 main storyline came out, I changed it a bit, to pave the way for the Fontaine chapter. Do you still remember the song "In the Fog", which seems to be from 20 years ago? Now when I listen to the first few sentences and the last few sentences, they perfectly correspond to Fufu.)