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

"You ruined my life!" That day, my life underwent unprecedented changes. Everything was different. I was no longer myself. "Do you know? I was about to marry my lover at that time, and my child was so cute! I was looking forward to a bright future, but you were so cold-blooded and heartless. You damned thing. You didn't let me go even though I listened to you like a dog! You ruined my life, you ruined my home, you ruined everything I cared about, and you made me hate this place!"

"...I think I understand a lot now, and I can understand your pain..."

"You don't understand at all! You don't understand at all! But it doesn't matter, you don't need to understand all this anymore."

The sword is already on the opponent's neck. With just a slight force, they can say goodbye forever.

"I thought you were going to cut me into pieces?"

"Do you think I am you... Congratulations on reaching the same end as all mortals." The sword stabbed in, and the blood that came out was as hot and blazing as flames.

The burns on my clothes hurt like they were on fire, and my body was covered with all kinds of burn marks. It hurts...

Even if it was like now, with his own throat cut and his own heart stabbed with a sword, it would still be difficult for a god to die.

Gods always reignite like wildfire.

Then use greater force to burn away the attachment of the wildfire. As long as the wildfire has nothing to burn, the fire will eventually go out.

The black flames burned, carrying with them countless pain and sorrow. In an instant, I saw many of them in pain.

God's eyes were sad and relieved at this moment. The look in his eyes when he looked at himself was so peaceful and calm, as if he was looking at a flower or at the clouds in the distance.

So why...

The blood was like flames, burning his eyes.

What was actually flowing out was tears or blood. I could no longer tell which was bright red and which was silent.

The sword seemed to have never been so happy before, and at this moment one could feel the sword's happiness.

A huge force flows from the tip of the sword into the body.

It's like a thorn, making it hard to explain.

The body is like a jar. When there is too much force, it will break from the inside.

But it must be done.

If you want to kill a god once and for all, you must do this!

It is necessary to absorb all of God's power, otherwise accidents will occur.

Even a dying god, at the end of his life, exudes a power that people say can destroy the world.

Everything in front of my eyes turned white, and I felt as if my body was completely shattered. Would there be blood? Would there be tears?

I don’t know, but it seemed as if everything was over. I kept this action. How long had passed? A minute or ten seconds?

Wait, at the moment when it seemed to finally end, my hands lost strength, and the god turned into a burning flame, slowly extinguishing before my eyes.

Is that a real flame? I can't see clearly...

My eyes were getting darker and darker...

It turns out that I’m really going to die... It doesn’t matter, I just want to be quiet for a while. The curse will never let my soul rest in peace.

Looking at this whiteness: "Where is this place?"

"It's a space after people die, but you can't come here because you can never really die..."

"who are you?"

"Me? I am one of the consciousnesses of the earth veins. Everyone will choose to be like me in the end."

"Where is the way back?"

"It's right in front of you. I should keep going."

The scene in front of me became pitch black, and I felt like I was struggling in an endless sea of ​​suffering.

The body became cold, as if it was caught in a freezing wind and couldn't escape.

Endless wind and snow, endless cold, covered everything.

Suddenly something different appeared in the darkness...

The burning fire entered his eyes, and his cold heart began to beat again because of the heat of the flames...

"I..." staring at the fire that had burned out and only ashes remained, "I felt the warmth..."

God, like wildfire, saved those people in this way...

It is this kind of warmth that makes them decide to devote their lives to following...

Hehe... Such a warm flame always requires one to be fearless and selfless. Only when one is burned to ashes like a moth, leaving no dust behind, will one reflect on whether one's life is the right choice...

Moths fly into flames because the flames obscure the real moon...

But perhaps there are also moths that fly just for the sake of greed for that little bit of warmth.

He lay down for a while, allowing his body to adapt to the flowing power. This fire-like power was even more difficult to control.

He held the sword tightly in both hands. The sword had absorbed too much blood today. Now even if he asked it to, he would be relatively quiet instead of resisting like before.

"You should remember, Bu Yu, that you have eaten enough today."

The sword that loves blood had a rare huge meal. Today it ate more than in the previous ten years combined. It seemed to be in a good mood and obediently withdrew the thorns used to fix it, turning back into an ordinary sword.

"It's painful, you make me suffer..." The thorns are not only used to absorb a large part of their own blood as nutrients for health, but also used to exchange the power of the two. They will absorb the enemy's power to feed back to themselves, but sometimes they will absorb too much.

"You should remember that you can't do this. Although I won't die, I have indeed died once just now..." It's not that he won't die in the true sense, but after dying and entering a peaceful place, he was forcibly pulled back, just like a corpse with its head chopped off but still able to retain its thoughts.

If it weren't for his special body, he would have experienced long-lasting torture after his head was chopped off.

Looking at the broken pieces on his body, his skin burst open like pieces of debris. He touched the place that was just covered with blood, and soon the wound healed, leaving scars of varying depths.

Just now, almost every pore was burst by the force, which made the skin look like a exploded fish.

It was indeed very painful. At that moment, it seemed like I had died once and was forced back once?

Looking at the corpse of the god now, no, there is no so-called corpse at all. For a god who symbolizes fire, it is enough to burn everything for his ideals, even the bones will be part of the burnt.

Collect the blood from the sword in a bottle, it is at least the blood of a god.