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

"What... do you mean?" This sentence is a question to oneself.

"Do you think that if those guys are gone, there will be no so-called oppression? As long as people are alive, oppression will exist, but it will keep changing its form. Indeed, this is wrong. Slaves should not exist..."

I don't want to join this so-called struggle. Either side will shed endless blood, and use sorrow and despair to lay the foundation for happiness...

"Don't you want to change all this?! I always knew you wanted to make more money, but it's not for your own desires!"

"......? If it's not for my desire, then what is it for? Why are you so stupid?" I spoke calmly and the other party was stunned by my words.

"This is not just your wish. You hope that everyone can live a better life..."

"Hmm? What's wrong with that? Do you want your friend to have a bad life? That's really bad luck..." I was on guard, and the other party's words didn't touch my heart...

"You crazy person!"

"Thank you." He responded calmly. "You can't argue with me and start making personal attacks. You should be glad that I'm in a good mood today. Special incense. No need to light it again, or I'll add something else to your meal next time."

I decided to leave here, the farther the better, I hate it! I hate all this... I want to escape.

"I believe that as long as you are willing to help us, we can solve all these problems faster!"

"You will fail." He knew that slavery would not be overthrown until many years later. "This is the future I see."

"No, I believe you can see the future, but you have to give it a try. What if the future can be changed and become different?"

"..." On that old face were a pair of bright eyes, and that pure heart...

"believe us!"

"I will pretend I didn't see it and won't pursue it. This is my bottom line... If you want to die, you can test me again." He put the hood of the cloak on his head, feeling uncomfortable...

How long will this bloody battle last? I don't know...

I returned to my room and lay on the bed. I didn't want to go home anymore. It was cold under the quilt, but the weather was hot, so it was quite comfortable.

I had no dreams that night. I haven't had a dream in a long, long time. How long has it been since I last had a dream? Ten years, right?

After getting up, it was another busy day. I was teaching and marking papers diligently. The housekeeper was very considerate and did not show up in front of me too often.

"Come here, Mr. Butler." The other party obeyed his words and came over, "Sit down."

"I'm sorry, my words yesterday were too presumptuous..."

"It's okay, I don't take it seriously. Do you want a candy?" I handed the candy to him. He took it, looked at me, and ate it. "Okay, you know what I mean. Smart people are easy to talk to."

"What's in here?"

"A little something that will make people speak sincerely. Are you really loyal to that organization?"

"indeed so."

"Is the ultimate goal of that organization what you told me yesterday?"

"Yes."

"What does the candy taste like?"

"tangerine."

"Is there really no interference at all in that matter?"

"I do not know."

"…You didn't tell a lie. One more question. How does it taste? Candy."

"Too sweet."

"Well, I do have a minor side effect. Things with that drug added to them are too sweet, so it's a little difficult to ask others without them noticing..."

He fiddled with his hands out of boredom: "I'm thinking about whether I should wipe you all out? But that wouldn't be a good idea. You didn't do anything wrong. You did something great... You reminded me of my hometown... I want to go home..."

What I want to go back to is that home where I am alone, a home with nothing in it, where I can feed myself, lie in a warm quilt all day, no one will scold me, no one will hate me, I can cook something for myself when I am hungry, and then water the flowers every day and see how beautiful it is outside...

It's not like here, where there are so many people who want to kill me. I'm ordinary there, but I can live a mediocre life in this ordinary way...

But I am really great to be able to help others... In my previous life, I signed an organ donation agreement, so my cornea should still be usable? I wondered which organ could be used... In fact, the medicine had not yet taken effect, and I was choked to death by vomit, so disgusting...

That should help a lot of people!

I am a good person, and I was a very good person in my previous life... This is not to brag too much about how good I was in my previous life, but I am tortured by the world...

"Mr. Butler, where is your home?"

"This was a small tribe before the unification... That place was almost abandoned, but many people were still willing to stay there..."

"My home is great! My hometown is a very beautiful place... There are so many mountains there, and the trees are lush. But because there are so many mountains, there is thick fog. I like it there very much... There is a special mountain there. Legend has it that if you climb to the top of the mountain and drink a mouthful of spring water in your hand, your children will not get sick... I have drunk it and it tastes very sweet..."

I smiled to myself, thinking back to that winter in my childhood. The spit of water was freezing cold, but I felt so comfortable in my heart...

The coldness diluted the inner uneasiness.

"I miss home too...I miss my mother..."

"You can't go home, and I can't go home either... According to your information, you are an orphan, so you should have never returned home, at least not since you joined here."

"When I heard the news of my mother's death, I lied to the owner and said that my pet had passed away... He gave me a day off, so I went to say goodbye."

"Is it despairing? This is the path you chose. This is how life is. Whatever you choose, you will step into..."

Isn’t it the same for your own choices?

"Well, I can't blame anyone else. This is my choice..." Looking at the other person's depressed expression, I realized that no comfort would be of any use.

"Think about it from another perspective?" He took a sip of tea and continued, "You survived, didn't you? I didn't kill you yesterday, isn't that good news?"