Genshin Impact: I live stream my world in Teyvat

'when--'

The muffled sound of wooden swords colliding with each other cut through the air. In a lonely clearing in the forest, the sound of Steve and the Drowned King fighting broke the silence.

With the last dull thud, the wooden swords in the hands of the two men shattered with a 'crack' sound under the heavy weight, bringing this combat practice to an end.

"You've grown a lot."

There was nothing in the Drowned King's hands, and there was a barely perceptible trace of approval in his eyes, which was his true feelings.

His cowardice was swept away, and he swung his sword with greater resolve, without showing any sign of worry.

"It's the result of the joint efforts of all of 'me'." Steve said truthfully.

Although everyone in their inner world belongs to 'Steve', everyone has their own personality and focuses on different memories.

Whether they are reckless and angry, inferior and timid, rational and ruthless, or optimistic and lively, they are all part of ourselves.

Steve's rapid growth in strength is due to acceptance of himself. He wants to thank 303 and the player from Teyvat.

It was because of her repeated confrontations and fights with himself in the realm of the heart that Steve's combat ability increased greatly.

Of course, Steve was also very grateful to this guy, the Drowned King.

It brought him an insurmountable disaster, which transformed him completely, and thus the Drowned King became an indispensable mentor and friend in his life journey.

And not long ago, Steve discovered that after the end of this war of the century, the Drowned King seemed to find it more difficult than him to recover from this sudden peace.

Steve admitted that at first he was worried that the dog would be confused and uneasy, so he made an appointment to meet it.

But fortunately, the Drowned King is in much better condition now than the last time I saw it.

It's not that it understands what it wants - after all, even Steve himself hasn't figured out such a grand proposition, but in the end times after the catastrophe, not exploring the meaning of its life that was created as a "weapon" and is now ownerless, and not thinking about the reason to live the rest of its life in this peaceful era, is itself a kind of progress.

The two looked at each other in silence, sitting on the tree stump to rest, watching the sky in the distance gradually darken.

"By the way, try this."

Steve took out a gift box wrapped in a lollipop flower, a bowl of potato and beef stew, and a small can of lychee wine from his inventory and threw them in front of the Drowned King.

The Drowned King picked it up in confusion and heard Steve say, "It was made by players using Farmer's Delight and brewing techniques. The lollipop flower gift pack is given to you by the Phantom King."

"The Hidden King..."

The Drowned King knows him.

This person was also given a second life by Herobrine and had the same fate as himself.

After taking a bite of the brilliantly colored flowers, an indescribable wonderful flavor exploded in my taste buds.

As the package was opened, the Drowned King saw gingerbread men in the shape of pink zombies, jelly in the shape of slimes, and chocolate in the shape of pufferfish...

It can be seen from these carefully baked desserts that King Youni must be a person who loves life.

"What's wrong?" Steve didn't hear the Drowned King's murmur clearly: "You want to talk to him?"

The Drowned King shook his head and said no more.

'Sa——'

'Snapped! '

There was the sound of fireworks exploding overhead.

In peacetime, it is no longer a flare in war, but a gorgeous and common toy, like a decoration carefully prepared for the sky.

In the distance, the players sat together and held a lively party.

Steve didn't hear what they were saying, but he vaguely felt that they seemed to be reciting "Poem of the End" and adding some of their own thoughts:

“We need to complete the long dream of life, rather than this fleeting dream that exists in the torrent of code. Don’t love the false world, love specific people.”

——That was a short poem that Notch wrote with his friends a long, long time ago.

But with the departure of his friends, it seems that Notch will never be seen again in this world.

Has He been replaced by a new god?

Steve didn't know.

Just thinking about the things He entrusted him with a long time ago, Steve might have done his best, but after returning to the divine realm, he could no longer find the person to whom He had entrusted the tasks.

The joy of victory in the war was gradually replaced by the empty feeling of being forgotten by everyone.

Steve thought he would never make it out.

But he still has many friends who stay with him.

Because I once experienced loneliness, I know how uncomfortable it feels.

Because he had experienced the same thing, Steve was very sensitive to the Drowned King's recent moodiness, so he decided to come and keep him company.

This is Steve's biggest progress in recent days.

In the past, he had an overly sensitive heart and lacked the core to support it, which led to him being in eternal pain, despair, and unable to recognize himself.

But now it's different.

"You are much braver than you were before."

This is what the Drowned King said about Steve.

“Maybe,” Steve replied.

In the past, he was only brave when he held the blade of the god of war.

But now, courage did not cling to the blade in his hand, but was born in his heart.

"You didn't come here from another world, you were born here." The Drowned King guessed.

"You're right." Steve nodded: "We've met before? Or did Mustard tell you?"

"No... your temperament is different from those players. You always feel entangled, and you are torn between protecting this world and breaking the rules of this world. Therefore, you are in pain, and therefore... you have lost yourself. Only those who truly love this world will be like this."

Steve smiled: "Your insight is still so strong..."

The Drowned King withdrew his gaze and looked up at the fireworks.

“Do you like them?” Steve asked. “The players, I mean.”

The Drowned King did not reply. He seemed to be thinking, or just daydreaming.

Steve continued, "They have turned this world into something that many natives don't like. Herobrine thinks they need guidance, Notch says they need respect, Dinnerbone treats them as fun, Jeb doesn't want to care about anything, and Mustard is quietly observing and learning from them... What do you think?"

"For those who come from the outside world, this is just a dream." The Drowned King said, "I once heard a voice reciting a difficult poem like this. I don't remember the original text, so I can only roughly repeat it. For them, this dream is too profound. No one can tell them what to do next. Everything depends on them to figure it out on their own, because telling them how to live is to hinder their survival."

"Poem of the End..." Steve recalled the name again.

"what is that?"

"Nothing much... just some random lines of poetry written by an old friend when he was bored."

The Drowned King did not respond, and Steve did not start a new topic. The two of them remained silent, just staring at the sky until they saw a few stars with brilliant tails of light streaking across the night sky.

"That is……"

“It’s a shooting star.”

Steve's eyes widened.

In this world, he had never seen a shooting star, but from the players, he heard that they were stars that brought "wishes to fruition", so he followed their example, closed his eyes, and began to make wishes.

"I hope the world will become better and better." He whispered softly.

The Drowned King looked at him in confusion - in its eyes, they were just stars.

But the devout shouts of the players made it a little dazed.

"Only people with aspirations would do such a stupid thing," it thought.

In the distant woodland mansion, the dim light of the meteor shone in the eyes of the Lord of Disaster.

Many disaster villagers drank wheat juice brewed by players, shouted syllables like "Ula~", and danced happily.

"I hope this kind of life can continue forever." The King of Disaster thought silently.

The puffer Joey drifting by the river was moving his body in and out, as if he was pressurizing and inflating himself so that he could rush farther with each breath.

Free from the cover of leaves, the starry sky was so beautiful that it stunned it. It had heard that making a wish to a shooting star would work.

"I hope that many tortillas will grow under the river, just like lush water grass."

Its voice drifted away, but Charlie the Creeper on the shore caught the key information: "Wait, who mentioned the cheese and spicy tacos? It's such a tasteful guy."

Its body bulged and it looked extremely excited.

When I turned around to communicate with my animal friends, I found that they all closed their eyes devoutly and made a wishing gesture.

"I hope I can let everyone see my super handsome sunglasses." Fuzzy Cloud said.

"I hope all the liquids in this world will disappear." Enderman Eddie also spoke sincerely.

"Let me go to the Sky Island Plundering Game and kill more people." Pink Pig Oinken groaned.

"I want to travel around the world with Jessica..." Alpaca Steve caressed the hammer lovingly.

“Oh, this ridiculous world.” Creeper Charlie shook his head. He briefly wondered why he didn’t have arms. He couldn’t put his hands together and could only hold his two front paws together. “Let me blow up the whole world! Hehehe!”

All of this in the distance was seen by Mustard.

303, dinnerbone, and herobrine beside him have disappeared from sight, but Mustard is sure that they must be watching everything quietly in some corner.

"Do you see it? That star in the sky will fly very far. It will carry people's wishes and fly to a farther place."

The nimble puppet had already taken him away from the valley. At this moment, he was standing at the junction of the Villager Kingdom and the Player Alliance. On this cliff, he could even see the sea and the forest mansion.

In Mustard's eyes, all of this slowly became smaller.

The light from the torches, hanging lanterns, pumpkin lanterns, etc. in the town looked like tiny stars in his eyes.

——The starry sky is above his head, and the starry sky is also under his feet.

"This absurd world..." Mustard laughed at himself: "How can it be so beautiful?"

Yes, in places that he could see or could hardly see, some people swam across the strait, some soared to the sky, some worked as mulberry farmers, and some searched for things; some entered the game and traveled thousands of miles, while some sat outside the game and played chess all over the world - this is a world that makes people yearn for, and it is also a world that is difficult to imagine for those who have never traveled here. And in this world, we, even if we are ordinary, even if we are small, even if we are dim like stars, in the long night that we don’t know when it will end, it is our mutual brilliance that illuminates the entire night sky.

This is my world.

Also, our world.