Genshin Impact: A Scattered Soldier Traveling Back in Time

"it hurts……"

"Every inch of my skin feels like it's burning..."

"Will I turn into ashes..."

Lying in the ruins, Shaps thought in a daze, feeling the pain coming from all parts of his body.

He did not expect anyone to come and save him. After all, he was just a "substitute".

Everyone treats me as an alien, and even my creator ignores me.

……

Shaps woke up in a deserted little house. When he opened his eyes, he saw a pure white ceiling.

From the moment he woke up, he knew that his name was Shaps.

The name was engraved in his mind like a brand, but he didn't know what his name meant.

He did not think too much about these questions, but stood up and looked around curiously. This was where he was born and where his life began.

The eyes of the newborn doll are full of curiosity and longing for the world. He walks around the house like a child, playing with the objects in the house, feeling their touch and shape. Everything makes him feel new, and he is immersed in the joy of exploration.

Sharps walked to a table, picked up a small bowl on it and looked at it curiously.

This small bowl looked very delicate, and he gently touched its edge with his fingers, feeling its smooth texture. However, at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The sudden sound startled Shaps, and the bowl in his hand slipped down involuntarily, making a crisp sound when it fell to the ground.

The bowl instantly broke into pieces and scattered on the ground. Shaps stared at all this in a daze, feeling panic and helplessness in his heart.

Shaps stood there, grasping the corner of his clothes nervously, not knowing how to deal with the situation. He was a little scared and confused, not knowing what would happen next.

"My Lord, are you awake?"

A soft voice came from outside the door. It was the voice of a young girl, who knocked on the door gently, with a hint of caution in her tone.

There was a crashing sound from inside the door. The girl was worried that something might have happened to the person inside, so she opened the door and walked in.

When she entered the house, the girl immediately saw a young man in gorgeous clothes standing there at a loss.

The boy's delicate face was full of panic, and there were a lot of debris under his feet.

Seeing someone coming in, the boy lowered his head quickly and apologized nervously: "S-sorry, sister, I, I didn't mean it..."

Seeing the boy so flustered and his cute face flushed slightly, the girl couldn't help but feel a little pity in her heart.

It was as if at this moment, she had forgotten the huge gap in status between them.

She slowly reached out her hand, gently stroked the boy's head, and comforted him softly, "It's okay, little brother. Sister will clean it up in a while."

After saying that, the girl took out the cleaning tools from the corner and began to carefully clean up the debris on the ground.

Shaps stood aside, quietly watching the girl cleaning diligently.

After a moment, he mustered up his courage, walked up to the girl, and asked shyly, "Sister, can I help you?"

"Of course you can, little brother."

The girl agreed with a smile as beautiful as a flower.

"By the way, sister, my name is Shaps, what's your name?"

"Me? My name is Illya."

……

Shaps lay quietly on the soft bed, slowly burying his head deep in the pillow, like a wounded kitten, curled up helplessly in his own nest.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of a door opening in the room. Shaps did not raise his head, but asked softly in a low and sad voice: "Sister Illya, why do people say that I am a monster and a fake?"

The boy's tone was filled with endless grievance and confusion. He really couldn't understand why everyone except Sister Illya avoided him.

Every time he walked on the street, he could always clearly hear the whispers of the people behind him, and those words made him feel extremely painful and sad.

"Is this the monster? I heard that he seems to be someone's substitute, an imposter. Even his name is Sharps."

"Who knows what the adults were thinking, to create such a monster? Who knows, one day it might go crazy and kill us all."

Although their voices were very small, almost inaudible and very secretive, the puppet's excellent hearing, which was far superior to that of ordinary people, still allowed him to easily capture those sounds.

Every time he heard those words, Shaps would pretend that he heard nothing, because he naively believed that as long as he pretended that he didn't care, those voices would gradually disappear.

However, it turned out that Shaps's evasion had no effect, but made those people more unscrupulous. They began to discuss him more and more, as if it had become a kind of pleasure.

Just today, while walking on the road, Shaps heard those familiar and disgusting voices again. This time, he could no longer bear it, so he decided not to remain silent and retorted loudly: "I am not a monster, nor a substitute for anyone!"

However, they laughed at him, saying that he was just a puppet, an alien, a substitute made in the image of someone else! These words were like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into Shaps' heart.

In an instant, a huge wave of malice surged towards Shaps like a tide, completely drowning him.

He felt extremely painful and helpless, as if he was about to collapse.

Shaps was like a drowning man sinking into the deep sea. Although he did not need to breathe, the pain of suffocation was still unbearable for him.

In the end, Shaps chose to flee. He could no longer face the undisguised malice and had no choice but to retreat.

"Shaps, do you care about what others think?" Illya said softly.

"Of course, everyone says Shaps is a monster and a fake, but Shaps clearly did nothing," Shaps said aggrievedly.

"Well, Shaps, do you want to hear your sister's opinion?"

"Sister, do you also think Shaps is a monster?"

"Of course not. In my sister's opinion, Shaps is Shaps. He is not a monster or a substitute for someone, but a living person."

"But isn't Shaps a puppet? And Shaps doesn't even have a heart... Is a person without a heart really a person?"

"Shaps," Illya began.

"Huh?" Shaps was a little confused.

"Look up and look me in the eyes," Illya said seriously.

Shaps hesitated when he heard this, but he still slowly raised his head.

Illya had come to the bed at some point and was sitting there with her head down, looking at him tenderly.

The distance between the two was very close, so close that Shaps could even smell the body fragrance coming from the girl.

The fragrance is pleasant and makes people feel intoxicated, but not cloying.

Shaps' cheeks turned red in an instant, and he quickly lowered his head and dared not look at the other person.

"What's wrong? Why are you shy?" Illya laughed softly, put her hand on Shaps' forehead, and said softly: "Shaps, I can feel your heartbeat."

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After thinking for a long time, I decided to write the story of Lei San.

Is Illya very gentle and kind to Raisan?

Do you like it? I like the knife.

Don't like it? If you don't like it... then you need a knife (?v?v?)

Actually, I was going to finish it today, but I worked overtime and got off work too late.

I originally wanted to come up with a more literary chapter title, but after thinking for a long time, I couldn't come up with anything...