Genshin Impact: I live stream my world in Teyvat

"No....that's impossible."

"I am the one who brings you hope!"

"The Kingdom is clearly a utopia that can solve all the villagers' problems!"

"How can this be!"

"These memories are fake! They must be fake!"

"You...made it up to trick me!"

The emerald scepter in the village king's hand emitted a faint green light, which enveloped his whole body and unexpectedly freed him from the long memories.

He raised his head and looked at the black-robed Mustard in front of him with bloodshot eyes.

He was crying and laughing, his face was hideous, and he looked like a madman.

"You are a traitor to the kingdom and you hold a grudge against me, so you created this false dream..."

"You just want to take my position and come here to sow discord. I will never let you succeed!"

"Because this is the kingdom I founded!"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mustard's laughter.

“Yes, yes…”

"The value you created for the villagers and the help you provided far outweighed the sins you unintentionally committed due to your arrogance. I have never denied this."

"The foundation of the kingdom is the trading system you created."

“Countless villagers have benefited from this, and now have the confidence to face looters, players, and monsters.”

"That's good, of course it's good."

“It is only when a person receives more and more praise and no criticism is heard; when a country develops too smoothly and there are no obstacles at all.”

Mustard lowered his voice and spoke in the tone of a conversation with the village king:

"It will lead to great disaster."

"And I am only here before your kingdom consumes itself."

"I'm just giving you some friendly advice."

Wasabi approached the village king step by step.

He called out to the guards in a low voice, but they had already been addicted to their past sins, unable to extricate themselves.

As for those sophisticated puppets, they had already been controlled by Mustard.

Amid the chaotic and wailing crowd.

They were the only ones who remained sane.

The screams behind me have turned into white noise.

Mustard said in a deep voice:

"The development of the kingdom should not be too absolute."

"Just like the world in your eyes, it shouldn't be black and white."

"You should find a way to face yourself."

"On the one hand, you are a hero who has brought welfare to countless villagers."

"On the other hand, you're just a villager."

"It has the undertones of greed, jealousy, arrogance, and ignorance."

"Everyone has these shortcomings to a greater or lesser extent, but these shortcomings are infinitely magnified because of your position."

"Your will is the will of the kingdom, and the will of the kingdom is often seen by other races as the will of the villagers."

"When you are blinded by a little glory."

"The flap of a butterfly's wings can cause a tsunami."

"What I mean is that the will of the villagers will become narrower because of your thought."

"You should see more of the world and listen more to their voices."

Mustard's voice gradually became vague and unreal.

This has nothing to do with him.

Instead, the king's consciousness became increasingly blurred.

The influence of the Mourning Doll and the Ghastly Doll is still growing.

At this moment, even if he held the power of a king, it would be difficult for him to confront it soberly.

The village king fell into one profound dream after another.

In this dream from which it is difficult to wake up, he is everyone but not himself.

Waking up from one person's memory and falling into another person's memory.

This cycle repeated countless times.

The village king had a sense of sadness as if he had been sleeping in a big dream for hundreds of years.

And in a place he didn't know.

More and more bright red blood flowed out of Mustard's hand in front of him, and flowed into the huge evil spirit doll floating in the sky in an anti-gravity manner.

——It is sucking mustard's blood.

And, as a result, Mustard also fell into the memories of countless people.

The physical and mental pain made Mustard feel like his soul and body were separated.

That is, the soul is separated from the physical body and stands at a perspective that does not belong to this dimension. Suddenly, it sees many, many people.

"Shouldn't this world be beautiful?"

"Shouldn't the original intention of this world be for everyone to hold hands and help each other?"

“Why on earth did it turn out like this…?”

"What on earth can I do to stop the war....stop all of this!"

Countless thoughts came to mind, not only what Mustard was thinking, but also what everyone present was thinking.

But after the gathering of the mourning dolls, they all flooded into Mustard's mind.

The memories of everyone present, including their experiences and knowledge, gradually became part of Mustard's personality.

"Mustard! Mustard!"

A voice suddenly brought Mustard back to reality.

The crisp sounds of potion bottles breaking were heard one after another. As warm bubbles rose up, Mustard noticed that his life bar, which had already dropped to the lowest point, was slowly rising.

"Are you willing to die?"

It was Chris who came hurriedly.

Because the Mourning Doll sucked too much of Mustard's blood, his face turned blue to almost the same shade as the Plunderer.

With the help of the healing potion, his body slowly regained its rosy color.

At this moment, Mustard's pupils shrank to a dot and his chest heaved violently.

Chris looked around helplessly. The hall was in chaos. Both the players and the villagers were caught in a series of vivid dreams.

Looking at the equally weak village king in front of him, Chris felt a little more compassionate.

Reach out your hand and gently pour the healing potion...

It was visible to the naked eye that the village king was slowly recovering, and when his eyes became briefly clear, he suddenly grabbed Chris's wrist.

"Player..."

"Why do you want to save me?"