Genshin Impact: I live stream my world in Teyvat

"Do you see it, dear Mr. King? This is my past...our past..."

Mustard had a huge smile on his face as he walked towards the platform step by step.

But for some reason, big tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, some flowed into the corners of his mouth, and some flowed down his chin onto his lapels, creating small flower clusters.

The effect of the Mourning Doll and the Grim Reaper Doll is still slowly spreading.

It broke away from Mustard's hand and slowly floated to the ceiling, its body slowly expanding.

At first, only scarlet tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

In the end, every tentacle was stained by this foul color, becoming black and sticky.

It even rolled down, splashing large pieces of black water on the ground, spreading out dark, translucent, and somewhat imperceptible ripples.

Whenever these ripples reach nearby villagers or players, they will bounce back and forth again, interacting and interfering with each other...

Gradually, a huge spider web-like structure was formed, covering all the people nearby.

In an instant, countless images that did not belong to one's own memory emerged from the depths of one's soul.

Some players saw the evil deeds they had done.

However, when they were controlled by their memories and stood in opposition to themselves, they suddenly realized how deep the fear of being oppressed by power was and how helpless they were in their hearts.

Some villagers and soldiers briefly enjoyed a comfortable farm life.

They entered the deep hearts of some peace-loving players, felt their yearning for a new and wonderful world, immersed themselves in the joy of exploration and discovery every day, and lived in harmony with the world.

However, because he has the same face as the villain and does not have the villain's ability to call the wind and rain, he is ruthlessly robbed by the village soldiers who treat players equally.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a dark and damp underground prison.

This is undoubtedly a heavy blow to travelers who yearn for freedom and love peace.

Although the kingdom gave them enough food to barely sustain their survival, their existence in this world was more painful than death.

"Are there really kind players in this world?"

"Aren't all players evil?"

"That's not what the king said. That's not what the kingdom's rules say. Why is reality so different from the orders we chant devoutly every day?"

"No... What are these memories? Is it really reality? Or is it an evil illusion that the black-robed villager has bewitched us with?"

"It should be something that actually happened in the past, right? I saw myself in the ripples of memory - our story from your perspective."

"Oh my god, we are all demons..."

"Yes, we all are, without exception."

“…..

When everyone is immersed in such mixed emotions.

The Village King sees more than just what the players who have done nothing wrong see.

And in Mustard's eyes, there are the villagers in the distant villages.

Some villages are lucky enough to accept a group of players and become friends with these guys who love life;

Some were ruthlessly looted by belligerent players;

Some of them don’t even know what players are. The small village is their whole world.

They live happy, miserable, or peaceful lives.

Broken by the coming of 'The Kingdom'.

The soldiers in the kingdom, under the banner of retaking the village, drove away, enslaved, and killed all the players.

Then he took away all the villagers who were of appropriate age and strong in body, brainwashed them into becoming soldiers in the kingdom, and continuously injected fresh blood into the villagers' kingdom.

What about the other villagers?

When the main labor force in the village leaves, how can the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled maintain the operation of this small village?

Because of their own weakness and insignificant value, they accepted the soldiers' promises, thinking that one day the kingdom's prosperity would spread to this remote village.

In the interweaving of hope and despair.

They suffered a lot.

The dawn never came.

Wasabi was ordered to travel to various distant villages, ostensibly to offer care and comfort;

In fact, they are just trying to get information about the players from them and paint some big rosy pictures for them to appease the people.

If Mustard only had himself in his eyes, if he had not invested too much personal emotion in his work, if he was content with his noble position, perhaps...

He will live a life of wealth and glory.

But his heart was full of compassion.

Turning a blind eye to the suffering of others and giving false hope to those in despair…

He can't.

Really.

I can’t do it…