Rebuilding Teyvat in another world

Mel looked at the bard in front of him who called himself the Wind God Barbatos with a complicated expression.

In order not to be regarded as crazy by the guards, he took this god to his residence, a seemingly simple container.

No matter how prosperous a city is, there will be slums, and his residence was arranged among them.

It's just different from the simple and dilapidated appearance. The outside of the container has the characteristics of all poor people. The rusty corners and the dim and dirty background are the current situation of most poor people.

Even his residence is pretty good, and there are many poor people who don't even own shipping containers. They simply pick up a few cardboard boxes from the garbage dump and settle down.

This is the darkest corner of Bangladesh.

It is the shadow of this city.

Walking in the muddy and filthy slums, he quietly glanced at Wendy. This god who was once believed by Mondstadt could not see the joy or anger in front of him, but his eyes were heavy.

They didn't stop much and walked straight into the container. As a former aristocrat, a clean-minded magician, Mel's house was small and cramped, but it was clean. A small cobbled-together bed could accommodate the entire room. The next two people sat down.

As soon as she entered the room, Wendy looked under the bed quite familiarly and waved to Mel: "Don't default on the wine you promised."

Mel couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

He took out the beer he had saved from under the bed, threw a can to Wendy, and opened a can himself. The bitter aroma of beer rippled through the cabin. He skillfully drank a big sip for himself, and then asked: "Wind God Baba" Toth?"

Wendy winked at him: "That's me."

"It turns out that gods actually exist. I always thought they were just myths and legends."

He couldn't hold it back and drank another sip of wine.

"Of course, it's not just me. Hundreds of years ago, there were seven righteous gods in the world. They were the gods in charge of the seven elements in the world. I was the God of Wind among them, one of the first seven gods."

Wendy said, patting her chest and boasting: "I'm very powerful."

I have never heard of which of the Seven Gods is the weakest.

Again, being self-effacing is a virtue when conditions permit, but being self-effacing without confidence is a sign of shame. Maybe some people really think that he is the weakest of the Seven Gods.

Mel put down the bottle and said calmly: "You are so strong, how come the era of the Seven Gods was so lonely? Where have you gods been all these years? And what happened to that giant dragon just now?"

Wendy: "Would you like to hear me tell you a story?"

He picked up his beloved little harp and played it twice briskly: "The story I want to tell begins in ancient times... At that time, the gods were still walking on the earth, and the sky dragon descended from the sky, controlling everything in the world. Full of curiosity. The dragon seeks its own answers, but cannot understand the chaos of the world. The singer of the wind plays the strings, and the piano of the sky answers for it one by one. The dragon is just a curious child, just flying without worries until the time Today, it listens to poems and wants to learn to sing, in order to let all things understand its heart. The singer and the dragon turned into legends, and the dark age came soon——

At this time, the lion's teeth are rotting, the eagle flag is not flying, a disaster is approaching the world, suffering is the shadow hanging over the cathedral, the lament is re-formed by the poet into poetry, the dragon in the sky obeys the call, and fights to the death with the monster in the abyss , fight——

The dragon in the sky swallowed the poisonous blood of the abyss and fell into a deep sleep for many years, but no one recognized it after it revived. ’ Why do people today reject me? ’ The Sky Piano didn’t speak. Anger and sorrow, life and poisonous blood turned into tears from the corners of the dragon's eyes. Poems were silent, corruption took effect easily, but the piano in the sky could no longer speak..."

As the poet narrated, it seemed as if a picture scroll was unfolding in front of him. After listening to the story, Mel pondered and said after a while: "In fact, needless to say, even you are despised by today's human beings. ?"

“What is a disaster that even the gods cannot solve?”

"Gods are not omnipotent. We also have shackles, powerlessness, and opponents who can only compete with us with all our strength. Have you heard of the Abyss?"

"abyss?"

Mel recalled it, and it seemed that he had indeed heard the term abyss in his memory, but it was stuffed into the corner of his memory like aristocratic etiquette, family interests, genealogical disputes, and strange tales of unofficial history.

Because Mel, who had a high self-esteem, never believed in the existence of gods.

Therefore, I sneered at the big boos in mythical stories, which seemed to be made up to scare children.

Does that thing really exist?

Young Mel fell into deep thought.

Wendy: "Of course the abyss exists."

"The Seven Gods have the responsibility to protect mankind and guide the human race. Facing the great enemy of the abyss, we used all our strength. All the owners of the Eye of God, the country's military strength, and high-level combat forces all followed me. Frontline, intercept the abyss underground.”

He said it calmly, but Mel could hear the bloodshed in his calm tone.

Gods and humans go to the front line together.

Then what?

"Later, we suffered heavy losses. After the death of seven gods, five were replaced. Only me and the rock god next door survived, but we still had to fall into a deep sleep. Tvarin was my former dependent. When he was fighting against the abyss Seriously wounded and tainted by the abyss.”

He spread his hands: "I only woke up recently. When I was sleeping, Mondstadt was still there, and the country was managed by the Knights of the West Wind, but when I woke up..."

Only now did he finally show a little depression.

"This country is back in the hands of the king and the nobles."

He sighed softly.

Never underestimate human greed and desire.

Mel also fell silent.

He was one of those oppressed by the nobles.

Although he was born into a noble family and was ranked among the best in the world in terms of magical attainments and was a well-deserved great magician, he still could not compete with the noble class.

His only friend died due to disrespect for the nobility.

Haha, disrespectful.

It's a perfect excuse. Isn't it because his talent is so outstanding, his character is noble, he doesn't want to join them, and he doesn't have a strong enough backer.

His only friend had enthusiastically handed him his latest research the day before, saying that his research would definitely become the key to a new era, and he would no longer have to worry about magicians being unable to deal with the increasingly powerful power of technology. , the power of individuals cannot compete with human crystallization.

But the next day, his laboratory was smashed into rubble, the research materials and semi-finished products inside were missing, and his friend was imprisoned.

No one wanted him alive.

The existence of magic technology is not just a slap in the face of magicians, telling them that the individual power they have been pursuing for thousands of years is not worth mentioning. The wisdom of geniuses is not worth mentioning. They nobles must rely on a lower-class person for their talents. Continue to have superior power.

It also puts a sting in the hearts of scholars who want to suppress the nobles.

They want to become true nobles, want to monopolize their noble blood and wisdom, and firmly hold power in their hands.

And Allen blocked the paths of both parties at the same time.

He can only die.

But Mel wasn't willing to accept it.

How could he accept it!

He abandoned everything, abandoned his surname, abandoned his family, and investigated the case of the year incognito, hoping to avenge his friends.

He is not without money or has the ability to change to a better identity and a more comfortable environment, but he still chooses to become a homeless man, walking at the bottom of society and seeing with his own eyes the most real and difficult place in the world.

Because Allen was once a poor man at the lowest level.

After becoming a magician, and possessing countless wealth and power in the past, he still did not forget his original intention. He donated his property to the poor, specially promoted civilian scholars, and submitted a social education bill to the Royal Parliament, hoping to Everyone in Bratania has the opportunity to read and write.

He often said: "I have seen people struggling to survive, and it was only because of the teacher's respect that they finally achieved what they are today. I hope to become a teacher and provide a way for everyone who wants to escape from the current difficult situation."

"This is my responsibility and obligation."

Alan was always so enthusiastic.

Mel never understood where such enthusiasm came from.

When he remained anonymous and chose to disguise his long-term identity, he did not choose an identity that made it easier to lurk into those spheres of influence, but chose to become a homeless man.

He wanted to know what kind of scenery Allen once had in his eyes, and what kind of mood he had in the past, firmly walking on the road where he could not see the future.

Now he sees it.

How do those people who are always struggling at the bottom, worrying about food and clothing every day, and who cannot even be counted as numbers in the eyes of the upper class, live?

He wants to cleanse the entire Bratania, he wants to overthrow the royal family, he wants to destroy the nobility, and he wants to inherit Allen's ideals so that everyone can walk on the streets with dignity!

But there was nothing he could do.

He is weak.

What does a great magician mean? He can only make a few splashes in this world.

Even if he launches a great purge in this country regardless, the society will not get better after the purge, but will only slide towards a worse hell.

but……

Mel looked at Wendy, her sapphire eyes gradually lighting up.

Wind god.

The god of freedom, Barbatos.

What humans can’t do, gods can definitely do it!

Fierce hope ignited in his heart, and for the first time he made it clear what the future he wanted looked like.

At this moment, a breeze suddenly blew in the room, and he felt his hand sink, and a glowing cyan gem appeared in his palm.

Just like the gems on Wendy's waist, the blue gems are engraved with the patterns of wings.

Eye of God.

When he picked up the gem, its name suddenly appeared in his mind.

When faced with situations beyond their control, people always lament their powerlessness. But at the steepest turning point in life, if a mortal's desire reaches its extreme, the sight of the gods will be projected. This is the "Eye of God", an external magical organ obtained by those approved by the gods to guide the elements. force.

He couldn't help but look at Wendy.

The elf boy who seemed to have stepped out of poetry, epics, and myths smiled at him.