Genshin Impact: What should I do if I become my own character? !

I think my morals are neither too low nor too high, but suddenly I feel that my morals are ridiculously high. When my own life is at stake, I still care about other people's lives. Am I a saint?

How could I be a saint?! I am a selfish guy, a guy who doesn't care about anything except my own happiness, an ordinary guy, a...

He tightly grasped the scabbard of the sword. It was wider than he had imagined. The sword seemed to be trying hard to penetrate the scabbard, making him feel the danger.

“Don’t come over!” He suddenly spoke, causing the other party to stop. He tried his best to feel the pain flowing through his body. “I will destroy it, okay? I cannot control this sword. This sword has no master. This so-called seal will not allow this sword to remain quiet for long. It must be destroyed, it must be destroyed!”

"!" I have never thought about this problem. I used a special method to notify the precedent. I threw it lightly from my hand, and it flew out like a stream of light. "Wait a moment, wait a moment!"

I held the sword tightly in my hand, hugged it in front of myself, and looked at the sword with a sad expression. The moment it touched me, many memories came flooding back, some of my own and some not.

"Sir, please stop first." A familiar voice came. I slowly raised my head and saw a familiar figure.

"Morax... No, Emperor... Please believe me, this sword is of no use, not even in your hands... Can I destroy it? I can let this sword leave temporarily..." He did not have the determination to completely eliminate this sword, unless he died forever... "Please believe me! Please believe me, this sword will bring sorrow and pain, this sword will make people lose hope of moving forward and the courage to face things!"

"..." The other party approached him step by step without moving. He just continued to look into his eyes full of murderous intent. This would not scare him. He would not be scared by such behavior. He had experienced more disgusting things than this when he was a child. "This sword cannot be destroyed... Come with me..."

I don't know why, but I followed him and came to a piece of abnormal land. It was bare. Although it was late autumn and winter was coming, it was obviously abnormal! There was no sign of life. All life seemed to have died here. Part of the mountain was cut off, and there were scars on the ground from weapons...

As I gradually approached my own memories, they began to return bit by bit, as if the part that had been taken away was entering my mind again...

"Woo..." Trying his best not to fall down, the sword trembled faster and faster, as if it was happy and excited about it. Was it excited that it had hurt an innocent life for you? !

It is difficult to pull the sword out of the scabbard when holding it with both hands. It is difficult to pull it out from the beginning.

"do you remember?"

"Hmm..." Everything entered his mind, and he calmly asked a question, "Is that guy still alive?"

"Well... Although he has become a prisoner, the opponent's former subordinates still cannot be taken lightly, so..."

"…The last one was you…"

No response, this is the default.

No, that god will die at my hands in the last blow. If things go as expected, I will become the first person in the future to kill a god with a mortal body...

"The story of the human world has already begun to spread, and you have already been rumored to have killed gods..."

"So where are those?! Where is my sister..." When he was emotionally broken, the sword began to vibrate faster, as if it would break through the scabbard and seal in the next second, "So where is my lover? The person who has always been with me and treated me well, where is she?!"

"..."

Silence, silence, endless silence, like the tide drowning people in the water, struggling non-stop, as if they were dead, yet they were still alive...

"There is only one way to destroy it forever..." Let's talk about everything. There is no need. Everything I care about is over. I used to write suicide notes frequently, and the latest one can be used now. "This sword will only disappear forever after I die... Of course, this is assuming that the other party has not lied to me. If the other party has lied to me, after I die, this sword will be completely out of control..."

This can also be considered as part of the bet. Theoretically, the sword itself is the last person who can use it. However, no one knows whether the sword will disappear or become even more crazy without its user.

"Survive..." This was the result of careful consideration. As long as his emotions were stable, there would be no problems with the sword. If after his death, the sword would be without an owner and would begin to go crazy, that would be the real hell on earth.

"Yeah... I get it. Well, when that guy needs to die, can you let me go? I want to give that guy one last shot..." I want to dig through every piece of his flesh with a knife, I want to stab his eye sockets with a knife, I want to use a knife to mess up his brain, I want...

"……Can."

Out of guilt, or something else? The fatal accidents that occurred on this land are in themselves the result of God’s inability to control…Don’t say that this land is too big, and it is impossible for Him to control everyone. God loves the world, so of course He will feel sad about this, and the guilt is like a tide. Maybe some people’s guilt is not obvious, but in the middle of the night they will suddenly remember that they ruined a person’s life because of their inattention.

"I have someone to look for... If nothing unexpected happens, I will try my best to come to this country less often in the next few years... These things have lost their lives forever... I heard them wailing... What right do they have to love? They are the ones who took other people's lives!"

Under special circumstances, his sword will bind the souls of the people he killed into the sword and make them part of the soul. In fact, more than ten thousand people are just souls trapped by this sword... These souls can never leave, and these souls can never end.

Under the stimulation, deeper memories came out bit by bit. I seemed to be the soul in the sword...

It was a very strange idea, but it didn't mean that I was joking, because I could really feel the resonance between souls. There were only two possibilities. One was that part of my soul remained in the sword, and the other possibility was that it was due to blood?