Genshin Impact: I live stream my world in Teyvat

In the distance, the villager kingdom.

With the shattering of the emerald on the village king's scepter, the trading system completely collapsed.

The buildings of the Villager Kingdom, which had become as solid as bedrock due to the protection of the trading system, have now regained their original hardness.

Those players who were imprisoned in the deep dungeon easily broke through the iron bars and poured out.

Outside, there were no longer any village soldiers guarding.

Most of the elite soldiers have been taken by the king to a temporary camp - they are all going to devote their all to a desperate battle with the last player tribe.

Of course, those who stayed in the kingdom to guard were just some old, disabled and young villagers who were powerless.

At this moment, he knew that he was no match for the players, so he quickly ran away and hid somewhere else.

The players who had been imprisoned for who knows how many years walked out of the dungeon, thinking that they would be able to smell the scent of grass, moss and stone in their memories again, but they were surprised that the higher they went, the stronger the smell of blood became.

When they returned to the ground, they were shocked by the scene outside.

"What module is suddenly loaded?"

"Mom, I'm so scared..."

The corrosive black rain eroded the nearby magnificent buildings into an uneven shape, like rugged ghostly shadows in the mist.

The once lush lawn no longer had any green left, and the trees were left with only bare brown trunks.

"Oh my God! We are free!"

"It took me a long time to get back to this account... Hey, that sky is so cool! Let me take a screenshot..."

The black and red rain was mixed with a large number of memory fragments. As it dripped onto the ground, a large amount of memory data flowed into the players' minds.

“The demon with white eyes…were there people like that among us?”

“It turns out that we were able to come out because the authority of the kingdom disappeared.”

"In the end, the king actually helped the player? It's incredible."

As everyone was talking, suddenly a golden light streaked across the sky, followed by two other cold rays of light, moving so fast that they almost tore the gray sky apart.

"Is it a shooting star?"

"Make a wish quickly!"

"No... is that, an arrow?" A player who read the relevant memories told a story from afar.

Finally, he looked up at the sky and said with some emotion:

"Now...everything is about to end."

As the three arrows dragged their long tails across the sky, the dark clouds where they left were completely torn apart, revealing the shining stars behind them.

That is the arrow that sends the flames of war back to the abyss, the arrow that unites similarities and differences, and the arrow that brings peace to the land.

As the three beams of light of different colors shot towards the center of the sky, the huge eye filled with blood and tears suddenly turned red, and then let out a hideous and terrifying roar.

The strong sound waves forced everyone to cover their ears and fall to the ground dizzy.

"Wow--"

The rain suddenly stopped at some point.

A ray of orange-red light projected from afar, slowly covering the sky and earth with a layer of golden border.

And it was this beam of light that slowly "crawled" on the ground that allowed everyone to regain some consciousness.

When I looked up at the sky, I saw a particularly shocking scene.

The huge dark pixel sphere has now melted away.

The material, like sticky black slime, seemed to have lost the protection of an outer membrane and fell to the ground with a plop.

And when each ball of black mud fell to the ground, it transformed into various creatures as if Nuwa was shaping people.

There are animals, villagers, monsters...

They were all people who accidentally lost their lives in this disaster.

Even for those creatures who had lost their lives before, Qi You gave them the qualification to return to the earth.

The merciful God could not bear to see them die because of his game, so he gave them a "standby world" that was like heaven.

In a wider area, they were able to look down on everything that was happening below.

"It's really amazing, like a dream," said a villager.

"I saw it. In the end, the players and the Villager Kingdom reached a truce agreement and worked together to end this disaster! We don't have to deal with the evil players anymore!"

"Can I become a farmer villager again and take care of my dear wheat?"

The resurrected villagers and soldiers began to talk among themselves.

Discussing all the good things in a peaceful world.

"But...what if the truce is only temporary?"

"No, woo, woo, my sheep haven't had lambs in years! I want to go home and wag my nose at them!"

"Wait...what does sheep giving birth have to do with you shaking your nose?" A pufferfish discovered the blind spot.

"Hmph! Ha!" The village soldier muttered incoherently for a long time, saying something about a dance battle and teasing the iron golem. In short, he did not directly answer its question.

further afield.

Thunder Alliance.

"Humph! Humph! Damn player! Damn player!"

Joey the pufferfish was jumping around nearby, his body heaving with anger.

As pufferfish, they always live in streams or forests when the corrosive black rain falls.

But leaves are the most difficult things to cover up the black rain. They are the first to be corroded, and then the black stuff pollutes the river.

Even though Joey was very powerful, he still caused considerable injuries to the pufferfish.

If they had not been accidentally seen by the players patrolling on the tower, they might have been wiped out.

Joey also didn't expect that this group of evil players would come out with umbrellas to fish.

"It must be a conspiracy by the players! It must be like this!"

It said this angrily, and viciously bit off the dried fish handed to it by the player.

"It's really cute." The player muttered softly, "It's golden and looks like a balloon."

……

The interior of the villagers' temporary camp.

The village king sat dejectedly on the crude throne, staring at the ground with lifeless eyes.

Suddenly, several meteor-like rays of light streaked across the night sky, reflecting brilliant colors from the window, gradually penetrating into the hall and shining on the king's face.

After feeling the blinding light, he suddenly raised his head and looked sadly at the dim lights outside.

After the black clouds were torn apart, the light from the sky tilted, but it failed to make his eyes shine even a little brighter.

"How come such a beautiful emerald is broken into pieces like this?"

A voice sounded behind me.

Qi You leaned down slightly, picked up the fragments of the emerald from the scepter that the king had casually thrown onto the armrest of the throne, and played with them in his hands for a while.

The bright green gem on his fingertips reflected a small green light.

The village king said nothing, and didn't even turn around to look at the player who suddenly appeared behind him.

Like a lifeless puppet.

"If you had guessed this outcome from the beginning, would you still choose to do that?"

Qi You's voice seemed to have some kind of shocking power, pulling the king out of the quagmire of his state of mind.

His voice was hoarse: "But no one else can do it except me."

Qi You smiled and said, "You are right. Except for you, if no one can find the End Workbench, it will be impossible to end this terrible disaster."

"Do I have any choice other than this?" The village king laughed at himself.

No matter what he chooses, his kingdom is headed for collapse.

It's just sooner or later.

He sent out scouts to explore around the world, and he had anticipated part of the final outcome.

I just didn't expect that the ending would be so tragic.

At first, he wanted to take a gamble.

But it turned out that he lost the bet.

The carrying capacity of the scepter is far from that strong. The price of trading for the End Workbench is the breaking of the scepter.

Silvery-white light flowed on Qi You's fingertips. He glanced at a high platform on the other side that was decorated equally luxuriously. On it were several villagers in brightly colored robes hanging here and there - they were the nobles of the kingdom.

Because of watching Mustard's past, those painful experiences directly overwhelmed them.

Even they themselves dare not look directly at or watch the entirety of the tragic experiences that exist because of them.

What's more, Mustard himself was standing in the "fog" where he could not see the future.

"What are you going to do with them?" Qi You asked.

Through the Mourning Doll, the Village King not only saw Mustard's past, but also peeked into their memories.

He abused his power in his position, pursued pleasure, almost never did a single practical thing, muddled his way through, and provided the king with countless false information.

In the end, the people he could trust most were the group of scouts that Mustard had trained before he was expelled.

At least they never lie.

"I will not exile any more villagers."

"——If I were still the King."

The king said:

"I have hurt too many people because of my ignorance."

"And now, I gradually realize that there should be a more complete judicial system and punishment mechanism within the kingdom."

"It would be too easy for them to be driven out of the kingdom just like this."

"I will remove them from their posts, let them experience the hardships of ordinary villagers, and let them pay back a hundredfold for the oppression they once inflicted on others."

The village king had already thought of everything.

but--

"But the kingdom no longer exists."

Without the protection of the trading system, the kingdom became just a building that could be destroyed and trampled at will.

Sooner or later, it will be invaded by evil players as a strategy location.

Without the protection of the advanced iron golems, how long can the villagers hold out?

Qi You smiled:

"I know what you're worried about."

"But I think Mustard...will not stand idly by."

Having mastered a large number of puppet technologies, Qi You firmly believes that mere players are not worth mentioning.

- Of course, don't always think that just because the Player Alliance has recently reached a short-term cooperation with the villagers, this hypocritical peace can last for a long time.

There are always new players joining the game, and there are always people who try to challenge the bottom line of the world.

Evil is everywhere, not just belonging to one group.

Therefore, the best way to protect yourself is never the kindness and tolerance of others.

It's the power that is held tightly in your hands.

"This time, I didn't take certain things into consideration, which led to this happening."

"So, I should make it up to you."

The village king's heart tightened, and he looked up suddenly, feeling an extremely familiar force surging from all directions.

The dazzling white light gathered in front of him, refracting through the fragments of the scepter's emerald, forming a small patch of bright green stars, which shone in the eyes of the village king.

'Om—'

The scepter that the king had used as a crutch flew into the air, welcoming the ball of light.

The emerald on the scepter melted from a solid crystal into a liquid material in front of the village king. It flowed to the empty space on the scepter little by little along with white light, and then slowly condensed into the shape of an emerald.

When the village king took the brand new scepter in surprise, the body of the scepter was still slightly hot.

And where only the village king can see.

The dense, effervescent green trading chain once again covered every villager in the kingdom.

The emerald scepter repaired by Qi You allowed the trading network to once again protect the entire city of villagers.

"You are……"

The village king turned around in surprise and looked around, but could no longer find Qi You.

It was as if he had never appeared.

Suddenly, the village king felt as if he was in another world.

It's like experiencing a big dream.

After the ups and downs, it seemed as if all the strength in his body had been drained away. He walked tremblingly to the window and looked at the group of players below.

Just now, when Chris, Steve, and Greg worked together to draw the crossbow

Almost everyone came to the open space below with umbrellas to watch.

Seeing the golden sunlight shining through the giant torn gap in the sky, everyone jumped up in joy, some clapped, some screamed, and some even rushed into the hall and picked up the unconscious villagers inside.

It was a really absurd, funny and somewhat hilarious scene.

"Bubbles. They are all bubbles."

Wasabi stood beside the village king without knowing when, and said to himself:

"Have you ever seen bubbles? Colorful soap bubbles fly in the sky, reflecting different colors because of the sunlight. When these colors are dense enough, they are even as interesting as slides. Although they are beautiful, their disadvantage is that they are fragile and will burst at the touch of a finger."

As he spoke, Mustard stretched out his hand, pointed in the air, and a "pop" sound came out of his mouth.

"After the bubble of happiness disappears, when will the next war of the century come?"

"Haha...we know nothing."

When Mustard said this, although there was a huge smile on the corner of his mouth, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes, as if they were covered with a layer of mist.

And there was a brief silence after he said this.

"Wasabi, I'm sorry."

There was a 'pop' sound.

Mustard caught a glimpse of the king beside him, who leaned down with his head lowered, as if he was about to kneel.

"It was my arrogance, greed and ignorance that caused this tragedy. Your pain was caused by my indifference and carelessness. If I had been willing to listen to other people's voices, perhaps you would not have been betrayed by so many people and struggled on the line between life and death."

"I know you hate me and those nobles, but..."

He raised his head. Perhaps because of the light, the village king's face looked particularly old.

He said in a depressed tone:

"But the villagers are all innocent."

"A kingdom cannot be built on castles in the air. It needs some solid soil as a foundation. In other words... Villagers cannot live without iron golems. They have guarded us from generation to generation, starting from the small, desolate and dilapidated village. They are one of the foundations of our survival."

"so……"

"mustard."

"Please, come back to the kingdom."

After hearing this, Mustard did not say anything, but instead looked back at the morning light in the distance.

day.

It’s bright.