Genshin Impact: I live stream my world in Teyvat

"Steve! Something is wrong! The area is surrounded by a strange force, and we can't seem to get out!"

"Sensitive" Steve's voice appeared so clearly in Steve's ears for the first time.

This means that Steve has now completely sunk into the space of consciousness.

"The Mourning Doll seems to be controlled by an external force (Dinnerbone). Even for me, it is difficult to find a way out at this time."

"Sensitive" Steve said this and lowered his head guiltily.

The former "sensitive" was discovered by 303 when he entered the 303 space, and was given a small amount of power.

This manifests itself in that "sensitivity" can more clearly see into other people's hearts.

You can even bring many Steves with you and enter other people's mental spaces.

However, he never expected it.

An observer-level creature actually intervened in this matter, making everything beyond his ability.

"It's all my fault... If I hadn't guided you into Herobrine's inner world, we wouldn't have experienced this..."

"it does not matter."

Steve patted his shoulder reassuringly.

——This is a very strange thing. Obviously, the other person is just an incarnation of one's own mood, and they could only talk to each other in their minds. But once they entered the space of their moods, they became real entities that they could touch and talk to.

"How did you say that?"

“When you want to go all in, you can only go all in. If you are still hesitating, it means that you have other options, but you are still hesitating for some reason.”

"Even in the real world, we have almost no chance of winning. We might as well find another way and find a way to resolve everything here."

Steve looked forward.

"What's more..."

"I'm also curious about what Herobrine is thinking."

"Sensitive" Steve looked up in surprise. Just as he was about to say something, he was punched by "Anger":

"Well, don't be like 'Incompetent' and collapse when you encounter some setbacks."

He took a few steps forward, walked behind Steve, and waved to the other 'Steves' behind him:

"Come all over."

"Next..."

"There is still a fierce battle to be fought."

"Maybe this is the key to breaking the impasse!" 'Optimistic' Steve jumped up and down, "As long as we are together, we will definitely find a way out!"

"And Herobrine, we have to find a way to make him change his mind." 'Rational' Steve pushed his glasses and paced to keep up.

.......

Chris looked around in some surprise.

It was pitch black around, and the material under my feet looked like a mirror covered with a thin layer of water. I could vaguely see my own shadow.

——Yes, although it was pitch black, he could see himself.

"Grave? Steve? Where are you?"

Chris shouted loudly, and soon found a cube man kneeling on the ground in front of him, barely able to keep his body steady by relying on the sword in his hand.

His mumbling soon reached Chris's ears:

"So, everything I did was wrong?"

“Is it my wrong philosophy that leads people to a more extreme direction?”

"The alliance I founded was the trigger for Herobrine to come up with the idea of ​​infecting players and building his own utopia?"

"The world is becoming more and more terrible. Everyone has become cruel and cunning. They are willing to wield machetes and eliminate all dissidents for their own benefit. And the one who caused all this is me..."

Scenes from the past echoed before Greve's eyes.

In the form of a slide show, let Chris notice.

The Greve Alliance at that time was so powerful that joining it was almost equivalent to declaring oneself the king of the world.

"Greve! Greve!"

Chris ran over and wanted to touch him, but his hand turned into a transparent entity the moment it made contact.

"this......."

"It was Greve who rejected you." A voice sounded from behind.

When Chris looked back blankly, he found a pure white cube-shaped man slowly walking towards him. His face was dark and his eyes were bloodshot - Chris vaguely felt that he had seen him somewhere.

"Hello, I'm 303."

303 did not introduce himself in detail, but instead looked at Greve who was in confusion.

Without even thinking, 303 knew that it was a hanged man playing with the human world who intensified the effect of the mourning doll, causing the memories of past sorrow or sin to entangle the person in front of him like a poisonous snake.

"He rejected you. So, in the mind space, he can't sense you. This means that you can't drag him out of here."

"Then what should I do?"

303 took a deep breath.

Immediately, several dynamic green flashes appeared on the edge of the black area, outlining it in a clearly visible grid.

And with the appearance of green light, Greve's body changed from virtual to physical.

“I can only go so far.”

303 took a breath and said:

"Try to talk to him. He can hear you."

"Greve! Now is not the time to be sad!"

Chris shook his shoulders - it worked, with the help of 303, he could touch him, but he couldn't drag his body and pull him out of the mind space.

Chris continued:

"We have to get out of here quickly! Otherwise, our bodies will be killed by the nearby wanderers, or we will be infected by the real Herobrine and become puppets!"

Greif was startled, obviously having heard Chris's voice.

But the newly emerged vitality was overwhelmed by heavy emotions.

This was Greve's first experience with depression.

He was deeply saddened by the changes that had taken place in the world, which had caused him to feel countless anger, confusion, bewilderment and hatred.

And now, after seeing Herobrine's memories.

The countless emotions squeezed deep in my heart all turned into self-blame, deep self-blame.

“Has my leadership always been wrong?”

"Is everyone's support for me genuine or is it just a cowardly act to gain the protection of the powerful?"

"If I hadn't proposed the idea of ​​'strength first' at that time, would the players have adhered to the idea of ​​peaceful development, made friends with other races, and built this world into the utopia that everyone dreams of..."

Chris shook his head. "What's wrong with this world is that there are no rules or laws. In this unrestrained world, it's very difficult to always remain noble. Even if the reason you swing your sword changes from plundering to protecting, there will always be another 'Greve' who will stand up. Face the reality."

"So, in your opinion, I am the culprit?"

Greve, who was kneeling on the ground, slowly raised his head, tears of blood slowly flowed from his turbid eyes, and he seemed to be assimilated into the space of his mind.

Chris was a little helpless.

He also didn't understand why his kind words of advice were misinterpreted by the other party.

303 added in time from behind:

"People who are lost in their emotional space, their wills are like leaves in the wind, wavering. No matter how you persuade them, you can't change their fate of falling. All we can do now is to find a way to catch them."

"Catch it?"

Chris frowned slightly. What 303 said was a bit abstract and he was trying to understand it.

In short, we need to find a way to understand him and then awaken his motivation and vitality. Only in this way can we fight against the emotional space modified by Dinnerbone. "

"understand?"

Chris thought a lot.

When he was still in Steve's team, he felt extremely sad about the behavior of the players - because they trampled on the world in ignorance, trying to create new and cruel rules and subvert everything that existed.

Steve tells him to try to understand.

But when he saw countless creatures being bullied by players, he couldn't help but hate this group.

And now, the 'culprit' who led most of the players with wrong ideas is right in front of us.

But it's hard to hate Chris.

Because, after being resurrected by Notch, he personally experienced a lot.

Therefore, I understand that the world is not black and white.

The mistakes of one person cannot cover the entire group. Similarly, how can the mistakes of a group be attributed to one person?

So, he gave his own answer to Greif's question:

"You are not the culprit."

"Because we are all sinners."

"Including you, including me, including the villagers, animals, Herobrine... and many, many creatures living in this world."

303 looked at Chris in silence.

In fact, he really wanted to interject: Chris, you are different.

There is no sin in you.

Your soul is clean.

But in order to save those who are struggling in the mud, you choose to jump into this big dye vat.

But the filthiness of the outside world can hardly conceal the purity of your soul.

In this world, there are always some noble people whose souls shine brightly.

But 303 couldn't say it in the end.

Chris continued:

"We do so many stupid things because we have trouble empathizing with one another, because we can't see the pain of others."

“No one can guarantee that he has never done anything wrong.”

"All the small causes are like the fluttering of butterfly wings, which eventually trigger a tsunami. Everyone is a cause and has to accept and change the current 'result'."

Chris's remarks only made Greve feel a little better.

He still said dejectedly:

“But I always feel that everything started with me.”

"I feel so uncomfortable now. Is there no way I can get out of here?"

"This is my retribution... the retribution I deserve."

Chris took a deep breath, and the air pressure around him continued to drop.

303 could clearly feel that Chris seemed angry.

"You keep saying that it was your own behavior that caused all this, but you don't think about it carefully. Do you deserve it?"

Greif was visibly startled.

"Did you give the king the power? Did you infect so many players? Did you found the Biological Protection Association? Did you attract the eyes in the sky?"

"There are so many external factors involved, but you blame it all on yourself!?"

"Who do you think you are? The ruler of this world? The one who can cause all the troubles?"

Chris grabbed Greve's wrist and dragged him behind him with all his strength:

"You keep saying that you are full of sins and that you want to atone for your sins... Is your way of atonement to lie there and do nothing?"

"Since you feel that what you did was wrong, the matter is done and cannot be changed."

"Then do your best to change things that haven't happened yet!"

"What's the point of complaining about yourself here?"

"Look at the sword in your hand! It is a reward given to you by God! It is for you to use it to protect more people!"

Chris's words were thought-provoking.

Greve's eyes suddenly became clearer.

303 was slightly surprised and asked: "The best way to awaken the fallen is... 'hope'?"

Chris turned around and smiled at him: "We have to give him a reason to leave here."

The two could clearly see that Greve's body was constantly materializing.

303 was also startled, and murmured: "I seem to be able to 'feel' him."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and five or six screens with bright lights appeared in front of Greve, showing every bit of the outside world.

Those weak village soldiers, those powerless animals, those ordinary players...

They did not receive any glance from the gods, and at this moment, faced with the overwhelming number of wanderers, they had no idea how to respond and could only flee in panic.

Greve looked down at the drawn sword in his hand.

Whispered:

“It gave me extremely powerful abilities, allowing me to stand out from the crowd of players…”

"Yeah, maybe I shouldn't have sunk into this. I should...should have gone and saved them."

The slides on the screen were reflected in his eyes, making his gaze even more determined.

Chris suddenly smiled.

This light voice caught Greve's attention. When he looked in the direction of the two people, his eyes were full of surprise.

"Why...are you here?"

"Where is this?"

"It's the mind space. An observer adjusted the output power of the mourning doll, causing it to fall into the vortex of emotions."

Greif said, "Oh," and asked, "You saved me?"

Chris shrugged: "It's not so much me as your own will that made you sober."

Greif knew he was trying to comfort him, so he asked again, "Are you also lost in the emotional space?"

Chris was stunned.

Greif understood and said, "Okay, you don't have to comfort me."

The feeling of despair just now lingered in his heart for a long time, leaving Greve with a lingering fear.

He was surprised that nothing happened to Chris, and then he understood.

As he observed his past like a bystander, he saw Chris and Steve in his memories.

At that time, they had tried to persuade Greve to stop instigating players to start wars and steal other people's belongings.

Afterwards, it seemed that he gave Greve a lesson.

However, he was still too young at that time and thought he had no rivals in the world until he met these two people.

However, that battle did not change Greif's mind, but instead made the idea of ​​'the strong are supreme' more deeply rooted in his heart.

——The reason why I lost and was insulted was because I wasn’t strong enough.

You must become stronger, obtain more rare items, and then have more fans. Only in this way can you become the king of this world.

But what happens after becoming king?

At that time, Greve didn't think that far ahead.

Naturally, I don’t know my final outcome.

But he knows now.

Or, become one of the casualties on the battlefield.

Or, you will become a lonely king, with an empty throne but corpses everywhere under the throne, with no one left alive.

No matter what the outcome was, it was not what he wanted.

Therefore, he held the Artemis "Moon" in his hand and walked towards a "correction path".

We must not only correct the wrong ideas of everyone in this world.

You also need to correct yourself.

That naive, ignorant and stupid self.