The journey to Teyvat from the Abyss Mage

There was dead silence on the Hantian Nail. Mo Shan was indifferent and said nothing, while Luo Mu had a bitter face... and also said nothing.

"Uh...so what exactly do you want to say?" Finally, Luo Mu couldn't hold it anymore and took the initiative to ask Mo Shan.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Luo Mu seemed to hear Mo Shan sighing in relief. He seemed to have been waiting for Luo Mu to ask him this question.

"What I mean is, don't rely too much on it..." Mo Shan nodded his head: "Everything it gives you comes at a price. I am an example."

Luo Mu: "...Senior, could you please tell me what you did in your previous life?"

"Well, in my previous life..." Mo Shan thought for a moment and said, "Oh, by the way, in my previous life I was an online writer, mainly writing Cthulhu stories, what's wrong with that?"

No wonder... Luo Mu laughed dryly and said, "No, it's okay, you continue."

No wonder he could set up such a weird and absurd situation, which seemed strange and incomprehensible but actually had little effect. He was still so vague in his words, an online writer, that's fine.

"Mine..." Mo Shan nodded his head for the nth time: "Allow me to choose a protagonist of a novel I know. I can gradually unlock the protagonist's abilities through hunting. The level of the unlocked abilities is directly linked to the level of the hunted monsters. For example, my divination ability was obtained after I killed a large fire slime."

The ability level is linked to the monster level. Luo Mu was suddenly shocked. He asked quickly, "Do you still remember which monster you hunted to get your 'Miracle' ability?"

The ability to perform miracles is the core ability of the second sequence of the fortune teller's path. It can achieve various strange effects by fulfilling wishes and accumulating willpower. Theoretically, if enough wishes are accumulated, the miracle worker can achieve everything. This is the true power of God.

"Haha, of course you can only obtain this kind of power by killing a god." Mo Shan answered indifferently.

God-killing! If Luo Mu could make expressions, he would be in a dazed state with his eyes wide open and his mouth open into an O shape.

"I was the one who killed the Salt Demon of this world," Mo Shan added.

Uh... this demon god doesn't like to kill, my dear friend. Do you know how many people feel sorry for the demon god of salt, Heulia? You can easily be killed like this. Luo Mu continued to laugh dryly.

"Let's, let's get back to the point."

Mo Shan was obedient. He continued, "I have always suspected that our coming to this world with special abilities is not accidental, but something wants to use us to complete a certain task."

"You mean, we were thrown in by some supreme being? And the purpose of Him giving us the system is to enable us to achieve His goals?" Luo Mu concluded with a frown.

"Yes." Mo Shan nodded: "This can also explain why my power has such a big side effect after the Frost Sky Nail descended."

"Because your mission is not completed..." Luo Mu said thoughtfully. This guess is very likely.

"But..." Luo Mu hesitated, "If that's the case, how can that thing guarantee that we will move in the direction designated by Him?"

Mo Shan sighed and said, "What I can provide you is just a guess. I'm afraid you still need to explore the truth yourself."

Luo Mu nodded. For him, this guess was enough. Besides, with his current strength, he couldn't get involved in events of this level.

"Oh right." Mo Shan suddenly remembered something and asked Luo Mu, "What exactly is your ability? It seems to allow you to acquire the skills of monsters or something like that."

Luo Mu nodded: "You guessed right, my system can give me a chance to gain one of these skills when I kill a certain monster."

"Probability of obtaining? Is there a possibility of failure?"

"Well... so far, it has never failed at the critical moment."

"Oh..." Mo Shan lowered his head with some regret, looking at the corpses of monsters scattered all over the ground with some melancholy: "Then they are of no use to you. You also know that things controlled by the spirit thread, no matter how alive they appear to be, even if their hearts are still beating and their blood is still warm, are actually moving according to the will of the puppet master and are already dead."

"Yeah." Luo Mu also felt a little regretful. If he could copy all the monsters on the ground... Madam! I want to challenge you to a duel in front of the emperor!

"Hey? You asked me, but I haven't asked you yet. What did you do in your previous life?" Mo Shan suddenly asked.

"Ah? Me? I'm just a college student and I like to play games." Luo Mu answered embarrassedly.

Mo Shan nodded with some emotion: "University, university, university is a good place, with the sound of reading, close friends, and young female classmates in thin spring clothes..." He seemed to be lost in distant memories.

Hey, hey, hey, this last one sounds a bit wrong, senior! Luo Mu complained silently.

Are there so many wonderful things in college? Luo Mu didn't know. He was not good at socializing. Crowds always made him nervous and helpless. So he preferred to think alone, filling his days with fantasy and thinking. In college, he was like a ghost, wandering outside the crowd. He could remember nothing except the roster. There was a classmate named Luo Mu.

He was famous only once, and that was when he died. Just like the ghost in the animation, only when he disappeared would he make a shocking "pop" sound.

So compared to the real world, he loves the second dimension, games, and animation more. Only in this world can he find the long-lost sense of existence. He knows that this is not good, and he knows that he should go out and embrace this world, but he can't do it.

There will always be one or two people who will be rejected by the world, like Fischl and Luomu.

"Do you like the original world?"

Mo Shan turned around and looked at the silent Luo Mu and asked lightly.

"It's okay." Luo Mu still smiled and answered, but the reluctance in that smile could no longer be hidden: "I like that world very much, but... that world seems to be unable to accept me."

Mo Shan smiled casually, stretched out his arm, patted Luo Mu's shoulder and said, "To be honest, I don't like it very much, otherwise I wouldn't have chosen to be an online writer. I always feel that some things in the world shouldn't be that way, but I can't change it. The frustration kept accumulating in my heart, and finally I couldn't hold it anymore. I spent half a year in one go to write a novel called "The Killing Game Escape Guide" and posted it online. Hey, it actually became a hit! Later I quit my job and became a full-time writer, expressing the resentment and pain in my heart with words."

"Later, I saw a lot of people online criticizing the game 'Genshin Impact', and I got interested. I thought, what kind of game can be criticized so much? With that in mind, I started playing it. As I was playing, I thought: This game is really well made. Why can't the real world be like this?"

Luo Mu listened quietly to Mo Shan's mumbling. He had heard of the book "The Killing Game Escape Guide". It was a book with extremely polarized reputation. People who liked it thought that the book described human nature and society vividly, while people who hated it thought that the author deliberately vilified the world and provoked confrontation. They said that the author was a conspirator and a subversive.

Unexpectedly, this controversial writer was sitting opposite him, and his original intention of writing the book was just to complain.

"The older you get, the more you like fairy tales," Mo Shan continued, his voice getting lower and weaker: "I went from Mondstadt to Liyue, and from Liyue to Inazuma. I have experienced all the plots. I like both the sweets and the knives you mentioned. I think in Genshin Impact, even if it is a tragedy, it is a fairy-tale tragedy..."

"I'm lucky enough to come to this world that looks like a game, but unfortunately I can't live in this era," Mo Shan suddenly coughed violently a few times. He threw the silver-inlaid cane at hand to Luo Mu: "Fortunately, you came at this time."

"Little brother, do me a favor." Mo Shan said this in pure Chinese and used a very intimate title.

Luo Mu took the cane and nodded silently.

"I don't think I can hold out for much longer, little brother. When I die, don't worry about my body. Just leave it here. I've killed too many things in my life. I'm afraid I don't deserve a grave."

"Also..."

And... Luo Mu lowered his head. He didn't dare to look at the world-weary man in front of him who used the Faceless Man's ability to maintain the appearance of a young Klein Moretti, but whose actual age was probably thousands of years old.

He was afraid that he would cry when he saw this man who had stubbornly rejected the world slowly die, and he was even more afraid that the Abyss Mage would not be able to shed tears.

"Also, help me take a good look at this world..."

"Okay." Luo Mu replied in a hoarse voice. He tightly grasped the silver-inlaid cane in his hand and lowered his head, hoping that he could still hear the fortune teller's hoarse voice like a dead ghost.

There was only the howling of the cold wind in his ears. Luo Mu looked up and saw the young old man in black priest's clothes holding his head high, smiling and stopping breathing.

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The fortune teller Mo Shan died on the Frost Sky Nail in the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain. He loved this world until his death.

——"Longji Snow Mountain Scenery Records - Mysterious Inscription"