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

A small flame rose from the hands of the sorrowful people.

The flames dispelled the cold, and it was just a very weak slime at the time.

Slime doesn't understand why everyone is afraid of the cold, when flames are clearly emanating from their bodies and are clearly burning all the time.

"It's so cold..." Hearing people's sad tone, Slime decided to help those guys.

The slime jumped into the firewood pile and the dry firewood ignited the flames it had ignited, dispelling the cold.

For the first time, people had the flame of hope.

The light of the flame is brighter than the sun. Countless ice and snow melted and turned into drinkable water for people. Countless cold was driven away, giving people a warm home.

"Who are you? Why are you helping us?"

Doesn't Slime understand that people need names?

"You must be a god! A god who saw us and chose to help us!" People's faith allowed the little slime to think seriously.

Slime wondered if he was a real god?

Faith is a force that can make them more sober, and faith is a force that can change their appearance.

Finally one day, looking at more and more people, Slime realized that they needed a brighter flame and a warmer home.

That day all the firewood was burned out. There were a few people at the door helping to block the wind. Their faces turned blue from the cold and they were shivering, but they were still unwilling to retreat.

Once they left, the wind and snow would blow into the already cold cave, and everyone would be doomed to die.

The bodies in the ice and snow will never melt, and the people in the ice and snow will always look the same.

The slime found a dead body whose blood was warm. In order to protect the child in his arms who was freezing to death, he cut open his chest and used his blood to create the final warmth for the child.

Slime didn't understand what that emotion was, but at that moment, Slime knew that the child might not survive.

The little slime felt helpless for the first time. Why was he just a small slime? If he were bigger, if he were stronger, would everyone be better off?

So, for the first time, Slime thought about how to live as a monster.

The slime approached the place where the warm blood was flowing, and the blood dripped onto the slime. Faith and belief made the slime change into the appearance of a human.

Holding the dying child, he walked to the caves where the people lived.

"You must be God!" Slime didn't quite understand why people were kneeling down to him.

"I..." When the first single-syllable byte came out of my mouth, everything seemed different at that moment.

"That's right," the slime decided to admit, now no longer a slime, "My name is Wildfield!"

People call me the Fire Devil.

But I still remember burning the brush with my friends before the snowstorm came...

It can only be considered a wildfire at best, right?

The flames dispelled the cold, the flames brought hope, and the flames allowed them to walk out of the wind and snow.

God is always at the forefront, bringing warmth and hope to everyone. It would be nice if it could always be like this.

The Slime at that time, no, now it should be called the Flame Demon, that’s what I really thought.

But when you walk out of the snow and wind, you will see the real pain.

There are more powerful gods in the territory outside the wind and snow. How can a demon god who has just been born compare to those guys who have lived for thousands of years?

The people were persecuted, and the god was invincible. Everyone once again returned to the day of living in fear.

I thought that by constantly giving in and escaping, I would be able to find a warm and comfortable place, but difficulties and despair came first, and that God took action against his people.

In order to protect his people, the god who was not good at fighting swung his sword for the first time. Facing a god who was obviously much more powerful than himself, the sword he swung for his people was like a raging fire that burned everything. At that moment, he was a true god...

The flame flows in the heart, and at that moment, everyone has the territory of that God.

Although we were in a mountainous area, it was a very empty mountain. We were finally able to live in peace, but people always wanted to live a better life...

The gods discovered that other places had land more suitable for planting, other places had warmer cloth, other places had more abundant food, and other places had a happier taste.

Thus the persecuted became the persecutors.

The god who began to try his best to make his people live a better life forgot his original intention.

Having stayed in a high position for too long, I forgot how weak I was at that time, and also forgot that all they wanted was to escape the cold and live in the sun.

The gods determine the direction of their people, and people are willing to become sharp blades and sacrifice their lives for their beliefs.

Are people living better? Probably, everyone has new clothes, no one is hungry, and no one is separated.

The god sat on a throne inlaid with jade, looking at everyone's happiness, as if he had returned to the day when he was a little slime. At that time, he looked at happiness from afar, but now he already had happiness.

But that was not enough. The people needed more land to live a better life, so they had no regrets before swinging their swords at the invincible enemy.

Life is too long, and God’s life is even longer, so much so that we forget that we are still a small slime, and we forget so much.

The people experienced pain because of their own decisions, and they were sad because of their own decisions. They chose to obey instead of resisting.

When I realized that I seemed to have made a mistake, I found that my heart seemed to be burning with the desire to repent.

It seems like everything is over...

"If death can atone for sin, then please spare my people."

The flame will eventually burn out, but it depends on when.

"Moracus...you are a very good god..."

At that moment, I seemed to be back to the time when I was still a small slime, accompanying other slimes to set the grass on fire, spitting fireballs together, and crashing into each other together.

Until I saw her again, I felt the sorrow that I had created and the life-changing despair that I had brought upon myself.

"I hate you so much, why can you face it so calmly?!"

What qualifications do I have to face it calmly? I am afraid of death, but I have no qualifications to resist.

At the last moment, I injected strength into my heart, and the flame rekindled the stopped heart, so that perhaps it would not be cold anymore.

The flames leave no ashes.