Genshin Impact: I live stream my world in Teyvat

After returning to his tribe, he was glad to see that all the raiders had united and there were no longer any tribal distinctions among them, but other than that there was nothing else to be glad about.

No one understood what he had been through.

Moreover, the speed of time in the finals venue was somewhat different from that in the outside world. Only a few days had passed inside, but decades had passed outside.

The Lord of Disaster became the one whose time was stolen.

"I know that it's been generations since we left."

"Our story has become a legend among the predators."

"It tells the story of a foolish marauder who sacrifices everything to steal power comparable to that of a god."

"The reason why legends are legends is that their authenticity is always subject to scrutiny. There are always people who doubt its authenticity."

"Yes, unless you see it with your own eyes, who can easily believe that a tiny plunderer can deceive the gods and seize the crown of the gods?"

"When he took a step forward, was it for the sake of the predators as a group to stop being bullied, or was it just for himself?"

The King of Disaster ran to every corner of the tribe and heard their criticisms and pointing fingers.

He asked himself:

"Am I a sinner or a saint?"

However, these harsh and vicious words, even with a hint of curiosity, were only dared to be discussed behind the back.

No one has the courage to look directly at the Lord of Disaster.

The legends passed down from generations ago have made people worship him as a god. He is a being that is respected and feared - although they don't know why.

They had not experienced that war and did not understand why the Lord of Disaster would participate in that game of gods.

Regarding their actions back then, some of our ancestors shed tears for their sacrifice, while others complained and criticized them, saying that they were just finding an excuse to escape the war by going somewhere.

Various statements, some true and some false, have been passed down, and people who came after them no longer knew what the truth was.

At this moment, they knelt at the feet of the Lord of Disaster like devout believers, but only out of fear of him.

The Lord of Disaster understands this point too well.

Looking at his own reflection in the water, he seemed to see the shadow of his deceased companion.

They fought bravely against foreign enemies and risked their lives, but in the end, they couldn't even get a word of gratitude from the bottom of their hearts.

Because in the end, he was the only one left who remembered what happened that year.

“Were our sacrifices back then really meaningful?”

"Simply to save a group of people who don't know they need to be saved?"

Looking back, I saw people kneeling behind me.

They were talking in low voices, their words full of fear:

"Keep your head down and don't look the King in the eye."

"We must respect and obey the Lord of Disaster and follow all his orders. This is the rule passed down by our ancestors!"

"We don't know what he will do. Even if he wants to punish us right now, we can't resist..."

The King of Disaster was not deaf to the sound. He sighed in his heart.

The gift bestowed by fate will eventually be secretly marked with a price. In a sense, it is like a curse.

They are pious, they despise, they fear...

But, regardless, the Marauders united.

United by the grace of the gods.

This is one of the few things worth being happy about.

"Your dream has come true, hasn't it?"

The Lord of Disaster was still whispering:

"Your sacrifice was not in vain, I am sure of that."

"Now, I will take your faith and go further."

"There is something wrong with this world. It is broken and needs my power to repair it."

"This isn't just about the looters, it's about everyone."

"I will definitely eliminate all the "demons" in this world."