Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

After the negotiation was over and everyone else left, Navilette said to Nasida: "Little Lucky Grass King, I don't think it's a good idea to agree to his conditions."

"I don't intend to be led by him, but if we want to unlock the shell of the world and get out of Teyvat, the seven descendants are indispensable." Nasida held her forehead, "Nanke is the same, and the same is true for Dotore. Find it first. Nanke’s clues are important.”

"When you are constrained, you can only take one step and look at it." Navilette looked out the window at the scorching sun and ocean.

It would be better if the people under his rule follow the course of the world and be destroyed together with Teyvat.

It would be better to follow the Grass God's plan and join the Abyssalization for the sake of the miserable survival rate.

Or just sit back and watch the Doctor rewrite the rules of the world, and watch the people turn into immortal corpses one by one.

No matter which one, Navilet, as the ruler, wants to see it.

The signs of destruction are real and heavy.

How long can this situation last?

Maybe I have something in mind.

The sleep time has always been short, so that the quality of sleep is too good. Navilette, who rarely dreams, also dreamed that night——

That slender white-feathered butterfly that Fonina said.

In the dream, Navilette was as usual, walking hurriedly in the corridor of Momang Palace with documents in hand.

The butterfly came out of nowhere and flew right in front of his eyes.

Beautiful things always attract the eye, and Villette looked along the fluttering butterfly shadows. As expected, outside the window, he still saw the city and sea he was familiar with.

The butterfly disappears into the sea.

In a flash.

There seems to be some kind of vague existence, standing between the sea and the sky in Fontaine with its vertical texture of white brilliance and huge shape.

Within reach,

And out of reach.

Villette woke up with a start.

"...Dream?" Villette rubbed his eyebrows, put on his clothes and got out of bed, and opened the curtains.

In the dark night, there is a winding Milky Way.

Villette estimated the time, was silent for a moment, and decided to get up early and go to work.

When the sun rose and the city was awakened by the summer vitality, the Supreme Judge was already sitting at his workstation, arranging all the official documents that needed approval and arrangement into a high mountain on his right hand side.

Lei Movie pushed open the door and felt that it was dwarfed by the others.

Fortunately, she remembered that she forgot to knock on the door, closed the door again, coughed lightly, and knocked on the door demurely: "Villette."

"Please come in."

Ray's movie entry: "Dotore said that he dreamed of a tree on the sea in Fontaine."

Villette's hand holding the pen paused.

"...Tree?" He was stunned.

It turns out...that's a tree?

This time, everyone no longer gathered in Momang Palace, but went straight to the beach of iridescent roses.

The morning breeze blew the petals that withered at night, and amid the moist fragrance, the doctor stood on the edge of the beach, facing the sea and laughing: "How huge! How majestic! Only I can see it! Hahahaha!"

The Wanderer held the leather straps that bound the Doctor's hands, and with a cold face pulled the man who looked like he was about to jump into the sea at any moment.

"What kind of tree is it?" Nasida asked the doctor.

"Right here!" The doctor looked fanatical and shouted loudly, staring at the empty air. "The tree trunks occupying the entire land lake, piercing the branches and leaves of the sky and the sun! Beyond the world tree, and beyond recognition. Know!"

"Beyond the World Tree...?" Nasida was puzzled.

Nasida is familiar with the World Tree. If the World Tree appears in reality, it will most likely look like the tree of heavenly principles in the prophecy.

A tree bigger than Yggdrasil... wouldn't that occupy the entire planet?

more importantly.

Nacida looked out to sea.

There was nothing there.

If there really is such an existence in the Fontaine Sea, as a god, I shouldn't be able to feel it.

But the doctor's hysterical appearance didn't seem like an act.

"Little Lucky Grass King!"

While Nasida was thinking, the doctor suddenly turned around,

"Want to make a bet with me?"

The doctor's eyes were wide and round, with thick bloodshot eyes, and his mouth was grinning with a ferocious smile.

"When I proposed to make a bet with you, whether destroying the Heart of God would attract the attention of heaven, you didn't dare to accept the invitation," Nasida looked back at him calmly, "Now, do you say the word 'bet' to me?"

"Let's bet on whether this is the tree that everyone is looking forward to." The doctor explained the bet, "Use the lives of people around the world as bets."

Nasita frowned.

Is the Doctor completely crazy?

Thoughts were swirling in my mind, but the words of rejection had not yet been spoken.

The next moment, the doctor looked up at the sky, as if he could really see the illusory tree from the empty clouds, gritting his teeth and showing an ecstatic and twisted smile.

The skirmisher stood at the back of the crowd. When he saw the doctor's expression, his face changed: "Stop him!"

Block what?

The wanderer was closest to the doctor, but he was startled and was pushed away by the skirmishers who rushed up.

The skirmisher pushed the doctor to the ground from behind, pressed his back with his knees, and pried open his jaws.

A large mouthful of blood that was stuck in his throat flowed out.

"Tsk!"

The face in his hand was smiling, and his pupils had begun to dilate.

The skirmisher gave up before the blood could reach his hands.

"He bit his tongue and committed suicide. The blood poured into his respiratory tract and he suffocated." The skirmisher stood up and explained the cause of the doctor's death to the shocked crowd.

The guy who ruined countless lives ended up dying in such an unsavory way.

The skirmisher glanced at the doctor with the tip of his eye one last time, and saw the body in the uniform turning into light spots and dissipating, with a sarcastic look on his face: "Where was the last time Dotore came into contact with the idol?"

After two seconds of silence.

Columbia poked her cheek uncertainly: "Sumi?"