Genshin Impact: What should I do if I become my own character? !

He half-knelt down and looked into the eyes of the person who was crying in front of his body.

Humans cannot see the soul, so they cannot know that it still lingers after their death.

The blade is slowly approaching. If I take action, I will be able to survive...

His eyes became gradually empty, as if he had only one thought: to live on, to make up for all the regrets, to live, to live, to live!

It's very close to the neck, so just use a little force...

The tears penetrated the soul, but they were so hot that it was frightening.

The knife in my hand fell to the ground due to being burned. I quietly looked at the person who was crying. Why were those eyes as blue as the sky filled with tears for me?

I am not worthy of this commemoration at all... I wanted to wipe away my tears, but they penetrated my body and smiled gently, just like when we first met.

"How can I possibly do such a thing as exchanging the lives of innocent people for my own? Really, I clearly said that I am willing to live and that I can do anything, but I can't even do such a thing. I am really, really... really an incompetent person..."

The soul cannot even shed tears, so it just cries silently, no tears fall, but the heart is crying.

"Someone has paid you, don't worry... That guy said the same thing as you. I asked him if it was all worth it. He answered me, of course it's worth it. Even if you can only live on in limbo, it's better than death, right? Please continue to live, live long enough... Long enough for you to really forget all this..."

It was not the scene I had imagined. Instead, it was the same as that guy, crying in boredom... In this situation, killing the person in front of me is the best solution, right?

If I'm happy, it doesn't matter who is suffering ~ except her, of course.

"...Thank you. Thank you, Miss Witch. I want to know your real name..."

"Now that my name is known to this place, there is no way to leave directly... This place is really magical, ignoring the rules and arranging fate with names... According to me, I might as well name myself Morax, haha." As he spoke, he laughed, as if he was very happy with his own joke.

"Mortals cannot suppress the name of God... they will die early."

"That's true. Too much power is a constraint on an overly fragile body. I would like to continue chatting with you, but if you don't go back, you will have to wait to attend the funeral."

After being pushed hard, the soul returned to the body and the heavy feeling came again, but this time there was no pain.

"Well, it's time for me to go. The feeling of the soul leaving the body is so fragile. Oh, goodbye. The next time we meet may be a long time later. Of course, it is a long time for humans... Time has been stretched to an infinite length. It's all so interesting~" I didn't hear the rest of the words clearly. My soul returned to my body, bringing with it a deep sleepiness.

The soul is indeed light enough, so light that even if it is on the scale, it will not cause any movement...

The soul is heavy enough, so heavy that some people have to entrust their entire lives to it.

Is the body heavy because of excessive blood loss or because the body is heavy in nature?

There was no way to continue thinking, it was like I was having a very long dream, but this dream was as dark as ever.

There was no light, no sound, and it was just as painful as the dream I had when I was in a coma a long time ago.

Kill him, kill me, kill them all, let everyone die~

Such strange and seductive words slowly began to sound from behind.

I'm just too lonely.

That's not what I thought.

I never thought about doing that.

I repeated it silently over and over again, sticking to my so-called original intention, and not wanting to become a real madman.

"Well done! He's a great kid."

The voice changed a lot, and later it became some different kinds of compliments, as warm as the daily interactions.

“Is this kid really okay?”

“A backup option when there is no other choice.”

"It's my child, please respect him."

"It's meaningless. Everything is meaningless. Do whatever you want..."

"Don't expect too much. I hope I can grow up safely... and live my life happily. I will give you the right to choose."

It's like a group of people asking and answering each other, giving the right to choose? Is it for me?

Do I really have the right to choose my own future?

When did I feel that these were all me? I can no longer remember. The pain has eroded my memory and my soul is broken.

Keep moving forward in confusion, when will it truly end?

Time has been stretched countless times, and I have sung this song 345 times...

I have already read the words.

How long had it been? How long had I been here?

Why is the flexible time so long?

I was so bored that I had counted all the hairs on my head, but there was still no light, the world was still as dark as before, but now it became silent again.

This world is too quiet. This world is mine alone, a dark, lightless and sad world that belongs to me.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

"It's too late to save him..." This was the judgment of the accompanying doctor at the time. "He's not breathing, his heart has stopped beating, his pupils are dilated, and he has no reaction at all."

"Please... please... I still have a lot to say, and a lot to do with her..."

I sighed. I have seen this kind of thing many times and have gradually gotten used to it. The person who was still chatting in the morning would become a cold corpse at noon.

He just put his hand on his neck to check if there was still a heartbeat. If there was no heartbeat, he would naturally take his hand away. But the next moment, he felt a weak, almost imperceptible heartbeat.

! ? "There is still hope! I'll try again!"

The power of the Eye of God was maximized, and the grass element, which represented vitality, nourished the body. The heart that had stopped beating began to beat. This was undoubtedly telling himself that the patient had a strong will to survive, and it could even be attributed to God's will...

It was really strange, as if the body was forcing the soul to wrap around it, leaving only a breath, just a breath...

It's a bit like a person who has long been dead, but whose soul is nailed to the body. I have seen this kind of half-dead state before, and it is so painful...

There are very obvious marks on his face. It must be a curse. Is it the kind of curse that allows a person to maintain the most basic life?

All this was finally attributed to the power of the curse. The cloth at the wound was torn out and healed.