Genshin Impact: A Scattered Soldier Traveling Back in Time

Inside the mysterious underground factory, the walls and the floor are painted dark red, and the entire space is filled with a weird atmosphere.

The slightly dim lights illuminate every corner, making people feel depressed and uneasy.

In this dark red factory, countless people in white coats are busy working.

Their eyes were bloodshot, yet sparkling with unusual excitement.

They were like a group of fanatics, staring at the screen that was flashing blue light in front of them, their eyes so fanatical that it was creepy.

Mingyu shuttled among these crazy scholars with a disdainful smile on his face.

"Is this Sumeru? The place known as the land of wisdom?"

"Put all your hopes on the gods. When you can't get what you want from the gods, you choose to create a new god to satisfy your own selfish desires..."

"Haha, this is so ridiculous!"

"They are nothing but a bunch of arrogant parasites who only know how to take."

Mingyu laughed mockingly again.

"We mobilized the whole country, but ended up helping others..."

"Oh, how stupid!"

After briefly commenting on these busy scholars and belittling them as worthless, Mingyu walked towards the deepest part of the factory.

Those scholars seemed to have not seen it, ignored Mingyu's existence, and continued with their great cause - creating gods.

After passing through the deepest door, a long corridor appeared in front of us, and at the end of the corridor, stood a huge mecha.

This mecha is shining with cold light all over, with simple and clear lines, exuding a unique mechanical beauty.

"I told you, Sharps, you would come, didn't you?"

A deep and magnetic voice echoed in the air.

Hearing this voice, Mingyu's face instantly became gloomy, and a trace of disgust that was difficult to conceal flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly raised his hand, and the Eye of God on his chest flickered slightly.

In an instant, powerful lightning and extremely sharp wind blades swept towards the source of the sound like a storm.

Dotore calmly raised his hand and waved it, easily blocking all of Mingyu's fierce attacks.

He raised a faint smile and said with a hint of joking:

"Well, I'm the one who's going to help you ascend to godhood and get out of trouble. Is this how you treat your 'savior'?"

Then, he raised his eyebrows again, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "Besides, no matter what, I am the one who created your body, right?"

His eyes fell on the Eye of God on Mingyu's chest.

Oh? I didn't expect that dolls could also find their own hearts?

There was a flash of surprise in Dotore's eyes, but he quickly calmed down and stared at Mingyu, who had changed his appearance.

“Hahaha, hahahahaha”

Mingyu looked at Dotore, and murderous intent and hatred emerged uncontrollably from him.

It took a long time for Mingyu to suppress his inner emotions.

"After doing that to me, do you still expect me to be grateful to you?"

"You know, Dotore..."

Mingyu stared at him and grinned.

"I really want to cut you into pieces!"

Looking at the hideous puppet in front of him, Dotole said nonchalantly:

"It's just an experiment, do you care so much?"

"Besides, didn't you find a very suitable reason for yourself?"

The corners of Dotore's mouth slightly raised, and he said sarcastically:

"Why, you don't want to continue hypnotizing yourself?"

"Isn't it natural for the canary to be killed by its master if it betrays him?"

Dotole raised his right hand towards Mingyu.

"Haven't you been deceiving yourself with this excuse all along?"

"Why, why don't you continue to deceive now?"

Looking at Dotole's mocking expression and those extremely sarcastic words, Mingyu finally couldn't bear the anger in his heart.

"Dotore!!!"

He roared, teleported in front of Dotore and punched him directly.

Dotore raised his hand to block Mingyu's fist.

"Is this the power you got from him?"

"The power of space... is truly magical."

There was a hint of interest in Dotore's eyes.

Although the Fatui have the technology to open portals, they cannot find spatial abilities like Mingyu's that do not have any advance motion or warning.

Even the Abyss Mage's space jumps have traces to follow, but Mingyu's teleportation has no patterns to follow. Whether you can dodge it depends entirely on your own reaction.

"What, are you scared?"

Ming Yu said with a sneer.

Just as he was about to teleport again, his consciousness suddenly became fuzzy and his body began to feel heavy.

He felt his strength gradually draining away, as if he was being suppressed by an invisible force.

He tried to struggle, but his body was out of control.

Dotole let go of his hand and looked at Mingyu who was staggering and falling to the ground and said disdainfully:

"You can't even control your own emotions. You are far inferior to that puppet created by God."

"No wonder you lost to him."

Five hundred years ago, when Yan faced him, the hatred in his eyes was no less than Mingyu's, and even more.

But the two people's reactions were very different.

When facing him, he would not yell at him unless he had absolute power, but chose to endure it.

How could he be like the fake one in front of me?

Just an impotent and raging beast.

Dotole looked down at Mingyu who was lying on the ground, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

"Is it... the remnants of the demon?"

Mingyu was lying on the ground and struggling to raise his head to look at Dotore.

He finally understood why Dottore had been deliberately irritating him.

"Have you reacted yet?"

"You're not hopelessly stupid."

Dotore sneered.

"you……"

Mingyu raised his hand and wanted to say something, but finally his arm fell down weakly and he lost consciousness.

Looking at the puppet lying on the ground, Dotole put away his mocking expression.

At this moment, a purple afterimage suddenly appeared and came behind him in the blink of an eye.

Dotole raised his hand without looking back and caught the afterimage in his hand.

"It's just a weapon, you still want to hurt me?"

"It would be better to ask your master to come."

As he said this, Dotore flicked Qiu Ye and threw him away.

Seeing Qiu Ye coming at him again, Dottore opened his hands.

Mysterious runes appeared and wrapped around Qiu Ye's sword.

Qiu Ye struggled hard, and the sword made a buzzing sound.

However, as the runes gradually penetrated into its body, Qiu Ye's resistance became weaker and weaker.

clang

Qiu Ye lost his spirit and fell to the ground.

Dotole picked up the autumn leaf, felt the power in it and said with interest:

“It’s a good experimental material.”

With a light chuckle, he put away the autumn leaves and looked at Mingyu beside him.

"The chess game has been set,"

"Young gods, how are you going to break the trap I set?"

“I am looking forward to the results of the experiment.”

"Ha ha ha ha"

In the empty hall, only Dotore's laughter continued to echo.