Genshin Impact: My roommate and I became funny Hilichurls

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"Er! Kang—!"

The pink glutinous rice ball let out an angry roar.

"I'm sorry! May the wind god protect you!"

Er Kang was so frightened that he hid behind Gu Qian's massive body.

Wolf King's camera followed Qingyu closely: "Oh! A dramatic scene! Our idea king, Qingyu, has transformed into the most dazzling guy in Teyvat. The fragrance emanating from him is so irresistible that even the monsters in the distance are captivated! Look, they've turned around!"

Sure enough, the remaining Hilichurls and the newly spawned Electro-Firefly casters all rushed toward Qingyu, who was emitting an enticing strawberry scent, with shining eyes.

"Don't come any closer!"

As Qingyu shook off the slime from his body, he ran in circles in a disheveled state, followed by a string of relentlessly pursuing monsters, creating a chaotic scene.

"no solution anymore!"

Zhang Chu sighed and raised his shield, which was covered in Hello Kitty designs.

"Gu Qian, control the battlefield! Ying, deal damage! Paimon... Paimon, you're in charge of shouting '666'!"

"Hey! Zhang Chu!"

Paimon stomped his feet in anger.

Gu Qian took a deep breath and activated his skill. Lightning flashed on his Thunder King heavy armor: "Thunder King Domain - Full Screen Paralysis!"

A dazzling burst of lightning spread out from him, instantly covering the entire platform.

All the monsters, including those chasing Qingyu, froze, tiny sparks of electricity crackling across their bodies.

"good chance!"

Ying's eyes sharpened, and her future one-handed sword gathered a dazzling seven-colored elemental power (game effect).

"Starry Sea - Flowing Light Slash!"

A dazzling sword light swept across, completely wiping out the paralyzed monster.

"Good job!"

Zhang Chu praised, then looked at Qingyu, who was still trying to wipe off the pink slime.

"Except for a certain strawberry-flavored Windranger."

Qingyu wanted to cry but had no tears.

The following waves of enemies were even more outrageous—Ruin Guards that launch homing carrots, Gale Cores that spin and scatter flowers while hitting players and give them a "stupidity aura" (with the words "I'm a fool" flashing above their heads), and a group of Fool's recruits (?) shouting "For the real estate of Winter's Kingdom!" as they charged forward...

Everyone displayed their unique talents (while also making a fool of themselves):

Erkang's water cannon sometimes extinguished fires and sometimes doused friendly forces, and at one point even summoned a giant water-shaped pug, which chased Paimon all over the field.

Gu Qian's railgun often misses its target, but it always manages to trigger various hidden mechanisms, such as turning the ground into a trampoline or changing everyone's voice to a loli voice.

After being covered in pink stickers, green tortoise shell patterns, and rainbow pony paint, Zhang Chu's riot shield was finally charred black after a wave of fire attacks, which actually relieved him.

With her superb skills, Ying became the most stable and reliable damage dealer in the team. However, she would occasionally be affected by the sudden "square dance power" buff, and would suddenly do a gorgeous spin in place during the gap of dodging, which made her laugh and cry.

After washing away the strawberry slime, Qingyu finally unleashed his genius, using wind blades to blow enemies into Gu Qian's minefield, or guiding Er Kang's randomly sprayed water into temporary slides, having a great time.

Wolf King faithfully recorded everything, and his commentary became increasingly "flavorful": "Dear viewers, look! Contestant Er Kang has used the long-lost 'Allied Encirclement'!"

"Oh! Gu Qian's 'outline attack' technique has worked again; he has successfully lit up the third disco ball light!"

"Zhang Chu's shield has undergone an artistic transformation! Ying's sword dance remains elegant, if you ignore that sudden Northeast Yangko dance move..."

"And our contestant Qingyu seems to have completely integrated into this chaotic stage!"

Finally, after nine chaotic waves of attacks, the tenth and final wave of enemies appeared.

However, the platform was empty.

"Where are the enemies?"

Paimon looked left and right.

[Final Challenge: Confront your inner fears!]

As soon as the system notification sound ended, light converged in the center of the platform, gradually forming five blurry figures.

When the light faded and everyone could see the five figures clearly, they all gasped in shock (except for the Wolf King).

That is obviously——

A wise-looking (?) Er Kang (a clone) carrying a water cannon!

A clone of Qingyu covered in pink slime, with a grief-stricken expression!

A clone of Zhang Chu holding a shield covered in Hello Kitty stickers, looking utterly hopeless!

A clone of Gu Qian, with a railgun smoking on his shoulder, a simple-minded face but eyes that seemed to have just succeeded in causing trouble!

And... a clone of Ying is gracefully... dancing the Yangko!

Everyone: "..."

The camera switched back and forth between the Wolf King's true form and his clone, the metallic voice carrying an unprecedented joy: "The ultimate showdown! Me vs. me! So-and-so vs. So-and-so! This is simply art!"

Qingyu looked at the pink, slimy version of himself opposite him, his lips twitching: "Now I finally understand the meaning of the word 'fear'..."

Er Kang pointed at the wise version of himself and exclaimed in shock, "So, do I usually look... so annoying?"

Zhang Chu silently raised his charred shield and aimed it at the pink shield replica: "...There's nothing more to say. To destroy this dark history, let's fight!"

Gu Qian scratched his head: "Hitting yourself... does that count as narcissism?"

Ying sighed, rubbing her forehead: "I feel like my adventurous career has encountered the biggest stain..."

[The final battle begins!]

A hilarious, chaotic, and mind-blowing ultimate showdown between oneself and oneself unfolds spectacularly on this platform of comedic abyss...

Chapter 132 The Fall of the Cicada

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The crisp, resonant sound of gunfire echoed across the makeshift firing range.

Zhang Chu put down the Colt Python revolver that gleamed with a dull blue light, skillfully disengaged the safety, and holstered it back in the holster on his thigh, his movements as fluid as if he were on a Western movie set.

"Hey, you guys are pretty familiar with the guns you've chosen, aren't you?"

He turned to his teammates who were "warming up," speaking in the tone of an experienced instructor.

"Pretty much the same, but the recoil of this thing is much more fun than the Windwing."

Qingyu deftly replaced the magazine on his QBZ-191 rifle, raised the gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger in one smooth motion. A human-shaped target a hundred meters in front of him had its head shattered.

He blew away the non-existent gunpowder smoke, looking smug.

"Accurate, reliable, I like it."

Ying gently stroked the beautifully shaped HK416 in her hand, a smile as if she had found a new toy on her face. She even performed a tactical inspection without any instruction, leaving Paimon, who was standing next to her, stunned.

"The problem now is..."

Er Kang struggled to hold his Barrett M82A1 anti-materiel sniper rifle, which was almost as tall as him, like a raccoon clinging to a tree trunk. He turned to look at Gu Qian, who was like a miniature giant beside him, and sighed helplessly.

"What kind of gun should Gu Qian use? We can't possibly send our strongest fighters, our main damage dealers, up there carrying water cannons, can we?"

Gu Qian's seven-meter-tall Thunder King body standing there was a powerful deterrent in itself, but at this moment he seemed somewhat innocent and... at a loss.

Ordinary firearms are like toothpicks in his hands.

"That is indeed a problem."

Zhang Chu also felt it was a tricky situation, and scratched his head under his husky helmet.

Paimon flew over, pointing with his little finger to a huge thing covered by a canvas at the edge of the shooting range, but whose menacing outline was still visible: "Hey! Want to use that?"

The canvas was lifted by an invisible wind, revealing a six-barreled rotary cannon that gleamed with a cold metallic light... a close-in weapon system!

"hiss--!"

Everyone gasped.

That was one of the wolf king's spare parts that he usually used to clear large obstacles or to give "friendly greetings".

"Indeed."

Zhang Chu's eyes lit up, but he quickly analyzed the situation calmly.

"It needs to be modified. The ammunition feeding system and firing mechanism need to be changed to be suitable for single-soldier handheld use. The power also needs to be reduced appropriately, otherwise the enemy and the map will be gone in one burst."

"Hey! Do you want this?"

Qingyu excitedly raised his phone, the screen displaying a striking image—Transformers, Detective!

The detective in the picture is practically a walking arsenal, covered from head to toe in various types of guns, cannons, and missiles, armed to the teeth, exuding an aura of "extreme fear of insufficient firepower."

Upon seeing the detective's outrageously extravagant attire, everyone's eyes lit up like searchlights, as if they had found the ultimate answer.

"That's how it should be!"

"He truly is a master of ideas!"

Thus, with the efficient assistance of the Wolf King (Butler Mode) and the four-person team's own "outside-the-rules" skills, a firepower enhancement (or rather, firepower stacking) transformation targeting Gu Qian began.

The final results are as follows:

Gu Qian's right arm was equipped with a terrifying six-barreled Gatling gun, which was modified from a close-in weapon system. The ammunition belt was wrapped around his arm armor and torso like a giant python, all the way to a huge ammunition box on his back.

His left arm was equipped with a pump-action shotgun comparable to a small cannon, with a barrel so thick that it could fit inside Paimon.

Two oversized modified assault rifles were slung across his chest, serving as a supplement to his "mid-range" firepower.

A revolver was clipped to his tactical belt; its size would be comparable to a sniper rifle for a normal person.

Several high-explosive grenades, each larger than a human head, were stuck in his back, like a dangerous bunch of grapes.

He casually tucked a tactical dagger, about the size of a greatsword, into a scabbard on the side of his calf, just in case.

Finally, almost every part of his body that could be hung on was wrapped with thick, yellow bullet chains, as thick as an adult's thigh, making him look...

Like a mobile arsenal that could explode at any moment, it appears both imposing and strangely bulky and comical.