Genshin Impact: A Scattered Soldier Traveling Back in Time

“Is it fun to snoop into other people’s memories?”

A cold and majestic voice suddenly sounded. This voice seemed to have some kind of magic that made people's souls tremble.

The owner of this voice was Shaps. At this moment, he had completely recovered his sanity and was no longer crazy.

And Yan on the side also slowly came out of that wonderful feeling.

Just now, after Yan slowly approached Shaps, the two souls actually resonated and he saw Shaps' memories.

However, the scene in this memory made him feel very strange.

He could clearly feel Shaps's emotional fluctuations, the fear of the world, the deep attachment to Illya, and the endless despair after his spiritual support was broken... These emotions surged into his heart like a tide, making him empathize.

It felt as if he had experienced the pain and torture personally.

Well, it seems he did.

In fact, if you want to be precise, the relationship between them is like that between Ruota and Kunjun.

They are two different individuals, but they are one because they have the same soul.

Facing Shaps' questioning, Yan did not evade. He stared at Shaps closely, and for the first time, a barely perceptible ripple appeared in his deep and calm eyes.

"Didn't you see my memories too?"

Yan responded softly, his tone so flat that it was hard to understand.

Shaps was silent for a moment, without any rebuttal. He just lay quietly on the ground, looking up at the blue sky.

Yan did not speak again, just stood there quietly, also looking up at the sky, his eyes revealing a deep and tranquil atmosphere, as if the thrilling battle just now had never happened.

The two people who had just been fighting fiercely and struggling for life and death, suddenly calmed down at this moment and enjoyed this moment of peace together.

They all seemed to be immersed in this wonderful atmosphere, feeling the tranquility and beauty of the surrounding environment.

Suddenly, Shaps' body trembled slightly, and then began to move.

He raised his arms with difficulty, and supported himself with the broken wood beside him, trying to support his body and stand up. However, his injuries were too severe to be looked at.

You know, he didn't hold back at all when he threw that punch just now. Even though Shaps had a puppet body, he couldn't withstand such a powerful force.

His body was badly injured, with a hideous wound on his abdomen. Purple liquid kept gushing out, staining his clothes and the ground purple. If you listened carefully, you could even hear the sound of an electric current.

His lower abdomen had sunken deeply, revealing the complex mechanical structure and mechanisms inside.

Sharps' face was as pale as paper and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He gritted his teeth and struggled hard to stand up again. Every attempt made him feel a sharp pain, but he still persisted and refused to give up easily.

Ying watched Shaps' every move quietly, with no expression on his face.

He did not step forward to help or stop the other person, but just watched silently.

Because he knew that Shaps's pride would not allow him to accept the pity or sympathy of others, even if that person was himself.

Finally, Shaps struggled to get up from the ground. He was shaking his body and it seemed that he would fall down again at any time, but his back was always straight.

He raised his head and looked straight at Yan.

The two people's eyes met again in the air, and for a moment, the whole space became silent.

Unlike the madness and hatred just now, the looks in the two people's eyes at this moment were surprisingly similar.

There was the same cold light flashing in their eyes, like two cold amethysts, exuding indifference and disregard for everything in the world.

It seemed as if nothing in the world could arouse their interest or emotions anymore.

It can even be said that if the end of the world comes, they will probably remain indifferent.

If I really have to use a word to describe it, it would be God, a God who is indifferent to everything in the world.

However, at this moment, Shaps suddenly burst into a chuckle.

The laughter was no longer crazy, but full of relief and liberation.

He slowly spread his arms, as if embracing the air, and then whispered to Han: "Come on, do it."

This sentence seemed to be his last declaration of his existence to the world, and also the release of his last bit of strength.

At this moment, Shaps truly faced death calmly. Perhaps he had died that night, leaving behind only an empty shell.

Dying in one's own hands is the best ending, right?

He closed his eyes and waited quietly for death to come.

At this moment, Illya's figure suddenly appeared in Shaps' mind.

Her smile, her gentleness, her company, all flashed through his mind. Those beautiful memories surged into his heart like a warm current, making him feel extremely warm.

Although these memories have become the past, they remain forever deep in his heart.

"Sister Illya, Shaps is coming to see you. Will you forgive Shaps..."

"You will... After all, you are so gentle and kind. Even if Shaps is a puppet, you will still treat me gently..."

……

In a secret laboratory in Zhidong, Dotole stood quietly in front of a huge screen with his arms folded across his chest, staring at the picture on the screen with interest on his face.

Sharps had long anticipated his failure. As a scholar - well, let's call him that - he would certainly take all possible scenarios into consideration.

Dottore was surprised, however, at how quickly and completely Shaps had lost the battle.

They have the same soul and body, but the gap in strength is so huge.

The desire for knowledge deep in Dotore's heart was instantly ignited. He was eager to understand what exactly Yan had experienced that allowed his strength to improve so quickly.

"So, as a creature of God, what choice will you make? It's really exciting!" Dotore whispered to himself.

As time went by, the figure of Yan on the screen gradually became clearer and clearer. Finally, under the gaze of Dotore, Yan came in front of Shaps.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling purple light appeared on Yan's hand. Even through the screen, Dotore could feel the horror of that power.

Then, under Dotore's gaze, Yan's hand grew larger and larger on the screen, and finally the picture on the screen suddenly disappeared.

Dotore glanced at the device in his hand, and the light that should have been on had disappeared.

"Is this your choice? This is really surprising, hehe."