Genshin Impact: I live stream my world in Teyvat

"I don't want to be a cruel and cold-blooded king, but unfortunately, this is the only way to make those "monsters" obedient and follow my will."

As he spoke, the Lord of Disaster placed an ender box in front of Steve.

There are all kinds of equipment inside.

"You can choose whatever you want and try to make yourself more useful."

Apparently, the Lord of Disaster thought that Steve, without any equipment, was pitifully weak.

However, Steve didn't care about that and asked, "How do you know it will come back to me?"

He felt that the Lord of Disaster and the Drowned King seemed very familiar with each other.

He wanted to know the past of the Drowned King so much. This mysterious and powerful guy suddenly appeared and disappeared, carrying so many mysteries that he played Steve around.

The Lord of Disaster did not answer his question directly, but only said: "It needs someone who can help it realize its dream. And this person should preferably belong to the player camp."

Player faction?

Steve knew that he never belonged there, but because of his appearance, he was misunderstood many times.

Steve wanted to know more, but the Drowned King gave an ambiguous answer.

This world is a huge riddle.

Soon, a player approached here.

But the hoodie player did not put down the shield that was glowing red in his hand, but showed a more alert look. Obviously, these "players" had already been infected by Herobrine and became his puppet substitutes.

The Lord of Disaster clenched the giant axe in his hand and said calmly: "Don't be afraid of the demons that remain in the world."

"Otherwise, your fear will become the 'nutrient' that makes it even stronger."

In the eyes of the King of Disaster, these guys with white light in their eyes are just like ants.

The real 'king' is still inside the sand castle.

And just when the King of Disaster was stunned for a moment, Steve behind him suddenly disappeared.

It seemed as if a strange realm was opening and closing behind me.

The brief accident did not surprise him. The King of Disaster rode his skeleton horse and rushed directly into the sand castle.

It was dilapidated and desolate inside, with corpses of players or animals lying on the roadside, and a sense of depression everywhere.

It looks very much like his former hometown.

The Lord of Disaster thought so.

A long, long time ago, even they, the plunderers, were not united.

They were divided into three gangs, and there was constant infighting among them.

And the Lord of Disaster was born from this endless war.

He didn't know how the first plunderers came into being, he only knew that the war had never stopped since his ancestors' generation.

Being in the weakest gang, he not only had to guard against invasions from outsiders, but he couldn't even fully trust his own people.

They lingered on, not knowing what hope was, until that day, when the Alpaca God holding a scepter came to the tribe of the common people at the will of the Lord God.

"The gods in the sky will hold a game here."

"The champion will receive a gift from the gods."

"We welcome all brave warriors with an indomitable will to participate!"

"Then I will be here to open the entrance to the Sky Island Game!"

From the Alpaca God's story, everyone realized how cruel and bloody this game was.

The cowards retreated again and again, and even the brave hesitated to move forward.