Genshin Impact: I live stream my world in Teyvat

[Xiang Ling]: "Oh my god, it didn't drown!"

[Kaeya]: “It really has evolved.”

[Diluk]: "The weapon in its hand has also changed from a sword to a trident. Could this also be an evolution?"

[Great Kindness Tree King]: "It is hard to imagine what fate will await it."

[Kitsuzai Palace]: "Yaedou is actively accepting manuscripts~ "The Rise of the Drowned King", 5000 Moras per words! Chief Editor Yaedou is personally guiding!"

[Yae Shenzi]: "Why do I remember that the price I offered was 8000 Mora? Did you deduct the remaining 3000?"

[General Lei Dian (shadow)]: "She said, that money is used to buy you fried tofu and my three-color dumplings (being bribed without realizing it)"

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The Drowned King didn't know whether he was happy or sad about his new life.

There is always an inexplicable emotion filling my heart.

Although it achieved ultimate victory and became one of the most powerful fighters under Herobrine, it knew that this was not what it wanted.

What it wants is freedom.

What ordinary life is born with is its luxury.

The training continues.

The witch and mustard were recording the data and felt immense joy at its rapid growth.

Other creatures followed its lead.

I long for its power and dream that one day I can become someone like it.

But only it knows.

This is not the life it wants.

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Nashida watched the live broadcast, her small soft hand clasped under her chin, as if in deep thought:

“Powerful but imprisoned, and free but bullied, are two extremes in this world that are always in opposition, always exist, and never have an answer.”

Behind her, the Great Kind Tree King who was pushing the transparent green swing for her smiled gently and shook his head:

“No, there is an answer.”

Nashida turned around in surprise, with confusion in her cross-green eyes.

"That is, the strong break free from their confinement, save the weak, and then hand in hand, reach true peace together."

"Break through...the confinement?" Nashida pondered over these words. In her heart, she seemed to have a vague guess.

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For the Drowned King, the muddled days are like the scale of time being infinitely shortened.

The boredom day after day extinguished the fire of hope in its heart little by little.

On this day, Herobrine gave it a task.

"In a village at this coordinate, a large number of betrayers appeared.

Yes, some zombies in red clothes couldn't stand Herobrine's brutal training and chose to escape quietly.

The Drowned King's mission this time is to eliminate them completely.

The Drowned King simply nodded.

It should not have its own ideas, it only needs to obey the king's orders, and that is right.

But is that really right?

The Drowned King does not know.

It held the trident in its hand, feeling the icy touch from it.

For the Drowned King, breaking stones is easy, but it still recalls the warmth given to it by the glowing sunflower in the cold monster spawning room.

It's just a pity that I can never go back.

Countless times when it woke up from a dream in the middle of the night, it asked itself a question.

Did it really escape from the monster spawning room?

Or, fell into another abyss?

While it was thinking, it had arrived at the ruined village.

It can be seen that this is a place abandoned by the villagers - that group of skilled craftsmen.

There are spider webs everywhere, the grass is barren and the houses are dilapidated, but even so, the red-clothed zombies are still here, living happily.

They farm, they raise livestock, they look up to see the sun rise and set, they look down to see the flowers bloom and fade.

Such a scene makes it feel a little trance-like.

It brings to mind Russell.

——The kind-hearted zombie with dreams who once stood on the monster spawner and explained poetry and distant places to it.

The world it conveys is presented exactly as it appears before it.

The moment dreams and reality merged, in addition to being moved, a great shock and surprise arose in its heart.

So there really are zombies, living the life of their dreams?

Feel the powerful aura emanating from the Drowned King.

A red-clothed zombie had a clear look of farewell on his face, as well as a resignation to fate. : "Sure enough, the king has come to condemn us after all."

"A king needs no traitors," the Drowned King replied matter-of-factly.

As powerful as it was, it quickly wiped out most of the red-clothed zombies nearby.

They watched as the bodies of their friends destroyed the farmland they had worked so hard on.

A trace of sadness flashed through the heart of the Drowned King.

Another zombie in red knelt helplessly on the ground, hammering the ground in despair, complaining about the injustice of fate:

"Is that betrayal? We just ran away from Him to pursue the life we ​​wanted! Are we born to be His weapons of war?!"

Weapons of war?

The Drowned King's body stiffened.

The red zombie is still yelling:

"Don't you want to be free?"

"Do you want to be its lackey forever?"

"We are obviously the same kind, why have we ended up fighting like this?"

‘Click! ’

A trident ruthlessly pierced through the body of the red zombie.

There was a cruel indifference on the face of the Drowned King - he caught a glimpse of Herobrine's clone passing by here by chance. Was he here to monitor him?

But no matter what, today's scene is unforgettable for the Drowned King.

If it is really a cold weapon of war, why would it feel sad when flowers wither?

The Drowned King didn't understand at the time, but he gradually understood it during his future journey.

——Peace and freedom must be bought with blood and gritted teeth.

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"Crack, crack, crack!"

The crisp sound of swords clashing crossed the open space, and seconds later, a group of drowned corpses collapsed to the ground weakly.

It took the Drowned King only a few seconds to wipe out all of them.

Mustard frantically took notes and screamed, "This, this is incredible. How did you do it? You have a power a thousand times stronger than that of the Drowned!"

It was even so excited that it wanted to do a tap dance with the witch.

[Leize]: "Drowned King, power, comes from Qi You?"

[Falusan]: "To be precise, when the Ender Giant fragments and Qi You were not completely fused, some of the null fragments from Qi You evaporated and stained the sunflowers, and the sunflowers eventually fell into the hands of the Drowned King. Qi You should be the first person to perfectly fuse the fragments and transform this imperfect power that could easily cause the collapse of the world into his own use - this is what I inferred from the previous conversation between the Dreadlord and Qi You."

The Drowned King had no idea what they were cheering for.

It just knows that these lunatics who are devoted to research will not be satisfied with it.

They only hope that the Drowned King can become stronger and stronger.

Mustard observed one very important thing, that is, when all the drowned corpses were created, the weapons in their hands would automatically turn into tridents.

The Drowned King seems to have the power to control all tridents.

"Hey, man, listen. There must be countless drowned zombies in this world, and in their hands, there are countless magical tridents! Now, your task is to find them and recover their tridents, so that these weapons can be used for your own benefit. In this way, we will observe more novel data!"

The Drowned King simply nodded indifferently.

Following his instructions, we walked along the river bank and killed all the newly generated drowned corpses on the river bank below.

Day after day, day after day.

……

"Hehe, hehehe! The Drowned King is getting stronger! As it possesses more and more tridents, its strength will become stronger and stronger!"

Mustard was writing something frantically on his notebook, with such force that it almost went through the back of the paper and shredded page after page into pieces.

The handwriting was so sloppy that even Bai Zhu felt ashamed of himself!

(Exaggeration, the handwriting of ordinary doctors is difficult to understand)

Mustard was so excited that he wanted to take off and spin three and a half times on the spot!

But this great joy was only brief.

Then, a huge feeling of loss and numbness came over me.

"It's getting stronger. It's really getting stronger. Herobrine's power is growing. This should be a good thing, but why, why..."

Mustard's left eye was rotating clockwise, and his right eye was rotating counterclockwise. From this chaotic rotation, he seemed to have seen the end of the original world and his own ending.

War is inevitable and peace is a falsehood.

And everything he did was not to pave the way for peace.

In the name of peace, it brings disaster to the world.

Rivers of blood will eventually infect every piece of land in Minecraft.

But there was nothing he could do.

Thinking of this, he laughed crazily again and babbled, "Hehe, the Drowned King must become stronger, the strongest! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Just as I was thinking about it, an old, sacred voice that echoed for a long time suddenly came from afar.

"It's a wonderful creation. It makes me think of an old friend. You know what? You know."

Behind Mustard, a bald, bearded, square man quickly walked over.

He leaned on a staff made of fence, and his sacred brown cloak fluttered behind him.

The person who came was NOTCH.

Standing next to Mustard, he followed his gaze and looked at the Drowned King in the distance.

The familiar smell from it reminded him of NULL.

——The Herobrine clone created by Him, the container that carries the errors of the world, now has a part that has run to a place that He cannot observe.

"Ugh! Ugh! Aaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaah!"

This is the first time Mustard has seen NOTCH.

It was the first time he saw a god higher than Herobrine.

I didn't know how to express the excitement and shock in my heart for a moment, and could only scream "hmm" and "ahh" wildly.

"Hush, quiet, quiet."

Notch tapped his cane unhappily, forcing him to shut up.

He looked at the distant sky. It was so blue and beautiful, but what was shrouding it below was an endless war.

He does not want to interfere.

He just thought that mustard was very interesting.

Therefore, he came here and slowly taught him some terrifying knowledge, including the world, including... the power to control puppets.

And it was this conversation with the Lord God.

This completely shook Mustard's inner faith.