The Homeless Man of Teyvat

Xumi, Jingliuli Workshop.

Great Sage Azar raised his head and glanced at the giant mecha suspended in the center of the workshop with several pipes on its body. He immediately lowered his head, looked at the many busy scholars in the workshop, and waved after a moment of silence. , the people around him understood and turned around to find the person in charge of the god-making project.

"Lord Great Sage."

The person in charge was wearing a white coat and had a stooped body. He had a weathered face under his pale hair, but his eyes were extremely bright. He saluted Azar, and the rest of his followers dispersed, leaving space for the two old men.

"How's the progress?"

"Everything is going well so far, the body data has reached the expected level, and the experimental subject is in good condition. We are just waiting for the Flower Goddess's birthday festival in half a month."

Azar nodded, turned his gaze to the giant mecha, and suddenly said: "If we don't choose the Festival of Flower Goddess as the node to become a god, how many possibilities will there be for the plan?"

"Don't choose the Flower Goddess Festival?"

The person in charge was stunned for a moment, his brows couldn't help but frown, and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened: "Great Sage, you should know that even if we make full use of all the favorable conditions in our plan, the success rate of the plan is less than 90%. If we rashly If we change the time node, I’m afraid the success rate will only be 80%.”

Creating gods, such a shocking plan, even if there is a 99% chance of success, is still an unsafe risk-taking behavior. Since the beginning of the God-Creation Project, the Teaching Council has been trying every means to improve the success rate. Why, at the critical moment, did the great sage destroy his foundation?

The person in charge did not understand and did not cover up his doubts: "Great Sage, did something happen to Xumi?"

"Not yet." Azar shook his head, turned back his gaze, and said, "I've been feeling a little uneasy these past few days... Maybe I'm overthinking, and I still stick to the original plan... No, let's make two preparations. "

Azar pondered for a few seconds and expressed his thoughts to the person in charge.

The person in charge looked stunned, hesitated for a moment, nodded to show his understanding, and looked like he was hesitant to speak.

"Lord Great Sage..."

"explain."

"What if...I mean what if, the god-making plan fails, the chain reaction will be astonishing, and Xumi City will definitely be affected and suffer heavy losses. By then, we will all become Xumi's Sinner!"

The person in charge gritted his teeth and said, but saw Azar's expression was a little strange, and couldn't help but be stunned: "Master Great Sage?"

"In my opinion, the success rate of the god-creation plan is not reliable, because what we want to create is a god, and we are only mortals. How can the birth of a god be affected by the data of mortals?"

Azar shook his head, clasping his hands behind his back, with a calm expression: "As for sinners... From the moment we choose the god-making plan, we are already sinners of Sumeru."

Disobeying and imprisoning the gods, acquiescing to foreign forces' interference in Xumi's internal affairs, using the void to force the residents of Xumi City to contribute computing power, imprisoning sages from other factions in order to suppress dissidents, forcing most scholars of the Academy to choose sides...one by one. , these people have long been the sinners of Xumi.

But what about sinners?

He knew that he had committed an unforgivable sin, and he had no intention of using any excuses to excuse himself. However, as long as the plan was successful, no one could discredit his achievements.

The person in charge was stunned for a long time, and then let out a long sigh. His face seemed to look older: "...Yes, we are already sinners."

"It doesn't matter if you are a sinner or if your methods are extreme, as long as Xumi still exists, what we do will still be meaningful." The great sage glanced at him and told him and himself.

"Yes, I understand."

The person in charge nodded.

"Has the divine control program been completed?"

Azar did not persuade him to say anything. Both of them had lived for a long time. It was understandable that the mentality was unbalanced for a while, but those who could not adjust in time would not be selected by him to hold such an important position as the general person in charge of the God-making Project.

"It's completed and has been entered into [God's Canned Knowledge]."

The person in charge said: "It's just that we don't know how sure we can succeed. After all, we are controlling gods."

"It's just a new born god."

Azar shook his head and did not say the second half of the sentence: Xumi is not inexperienced in this.

Sumeru is probably the only one among the seven kingdoms of Teyvat that has experience in imprisoning gods.

"It's different. That person had no intention of resisting from the beginning to the end."

The person in charge naturally understood Azar's hidden meaning, and couldn't help but think of the records in the classics about the little Lucky Grass King who was born in Xumi five hundred years ago and was found by the great sage at that time.

The great sage did not immediately imprison the little Lucky Grass Queen in the Jingshan Palace, but actually sent the god to the throne of God and returned the power of Sumeru.

But God didn't understand anything. He didn't clear up the fog and guide Xumi to move forward. Instead, he brought endless confusion and doubts to the scholars.

——When the God of Wisdom lacks wisdom, is He really still the God of Wisdom?

After all kinds of considerations, the great sage chose to send Little Lucky Grass King to Jingshan Palace. Perhaps at that moment, he still hoped that this newly born god from Sumeru would learn quickly, grow rapidly, and become a true god of wisdom in a lifespan far exceeding that of humans.

"Yes, until now, He has no intention to resist."

Azar sighed and fell silent with the person in charge.

a long time,

Azar came back to his senses, thought of something, and said: "Since there is no guarantee that the control program will take effect, install some backup facilities in the mecha. The experimental subject and the Heart of God are connected together to become a complete god. If this new god is disobedient, cut off the connection between Him and the Heart of God and let him step down from the throne."

Xu Mi wants a controllable demon god. If He is uncontrollable, why let him be a god.

"Maybe it's feasible! I'll ask someone to design it... No! I'll design it myself!"

The person in charge thought about it, his expression became excited, and he turned around and left immediately, even forgetting to say goodbye to the great sage.

Azar didn't care. Scholars are like this. Once they are interested, they will sink into their own spiritual world and will not be moved by the outside world.

He took a last look at the giant mecha, turned around and left the workshop, and returned to the office of the great sage of the Order Institute.

After only being away for half a day, there were seven or eight more documents waiting to be processed on the desk, piled up together, which made Azar, an elderly man, sigh.

The desert tribes started fighting, the rainforest dead zone phenomenon expanded, the Grand Bazaar Zubair Theater expressed dissatisfaction with the restriction on performances, and the Thirty-Man Group...

What is this? Why can a protest letter from a theater be sent to his desk?

Azar frowned, picked out one of the documents, and was about to return it, but suddenly stopped, remembering that he had indeed arranged a few days ago to let his subordinates report the performances in Xumi City directly to him.

I am really old... Azar shook his head, looked at the document in his hand, read it carefully twice, and raised his eyebrows: "The dance of the flower god... interesting."

He picked up the pen and wrote a directive, ordering the Faith Court not to interfere with the performance of the Zubair Theater, and to provide support in appropriate places to help the theater expand the festive atmosphere.

Since you want a festival and want to celebrate, you naturally can't just rush it. At least this time, the Flower God's Birthday Festival can allow these useless actors to be happy.