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

Chapter 343: Memories in the Sword

What are you having for lunch?

That’s a good question. Most of the questions in life are what to eat.

I didn't want to feel hungry, but hunger found me first.

Feel your stomach, knotted, stinging and burning from lack of food.

The gastric juice refluxes up, making me feel nauseous. I have had stomach problems before, but they have never been as serious as they are now.

I can't eat anything. I will vomit after eating. I will vomit if I eat too much, and I will also dry heave if I don't eat.

I know that this is probably a disease caused by my emotions. After all, the human stomach is a very emotional organ that can keenly feel physical discomfort. To be more precise, it can feel a person's psychological discomfort. People cannot eat when they are uncomfortable.

I really want to eat, but I can’t eat…

I only took a few bites of yesterday's meal, and my stomach seems to be ulcerated?

But it doesn’t matter. I have a strong healing ability, just like the disgusting mycelium of a mushroom that is difficult to kill.

I think mushrooms are acceptable as food, but their healing abilities on humans are a bit scary.

When there is no one around, I stare at my own eyes and always feel that they suddenly turn red. It's a strange feeling, right?

But maybe it’s not the feeling…

Sitting at the desk, after my hands started shaking, I rarely write such beautiful words, and my handwriting looks like a dog paddling.

I really couldn't accept that my hands were shaking, so I had to seriously force myself to use my other hand to suppress the shaking hand.

The words I write tell a lot of things. I always like to write meaningless things. After coming here, this feeling is even more so.

Write down the latest research results yourself, the part about the highest level potion.

I hope that the results of my research can be remembered, so that more people can stand on my shoulders and work towards the future.

Passed down from generation to generation, I hope that more people can participate in this century-long activity. After writing two pages with trembling hands, I was exhausted.

I returned to the head of the bed. I like to sit there. There is a sofa, but I prefer to sit on the bed.

The feeling of hunger came again, and I rummaged around the room and found two fruits.

Wash it clean and eat it neatly, looking into the distance.

Maybe there is something else that needs to be done today.

He took out the sword, and the scabbard of the sword was completely broken and could not be put back together.

This sword should not have a scabbard.

This time I watched very carefully.

This is a 30-inch long sword. When I hold it in my hand, I feel that it is a bit long and not very suitable. The whole sword is a mixture of black and red. Black is the overall color and red is the pattern. It is not conspicuous, mainly because the red is dark red and very dark. It looks like blood if you look closely.

The blade is 82 centimeters long, and the rest is the hilt, which will cause a stinging sensation when you hold it.

The hilt of the sword was tightly wrapped with cloth. Was it to prevent it from rubbing the hands, or for some other reason?

After the fabric is untied, it feels like metal, but it doesn't feel like metal.

Even if you are wearing gloves, the slightest contact will corrode something like something else. There won't be any unpleasant smell, but your hands will be broken.

It feels cold, cold to the touch, but the coldness is also like a piercing pain. It's hard to describe the feeling unless you hold your whole hand, but then the pain will be excessive.

A very handsome sword, if only it didn't have those things...

I looked at the sword carefully, feeling the wailing soul in the sword. I didn't know how many dead souls there were...

Watching it carefully, I felt as if a part of my soul had left with it.

"Mom?" This time there was a feeling, a strange feeling...

These bodies made very soft sounds, and I was not very old at that time.

Not far away, a man with bright red hair looked at him and stretched out his hands: "Come here, my child..."

That tiny body, with its short arms and legs, ran over and hugged the other person. He smelled blood on the other person's body, but it was not obvious at the time.

"I love you most, mom!" Children's love for their parents is unconditional and without any problems. They may even encounter a lot of pain but will still love each other. This kind of love is instinctive, this kind of love is natural, this kind of love has no conditions, and this kind of love is unconditional.

"Tomorrow... tomorrow is the ceremony. Promise mom that you will prepare well?" The other person touched his head gently, but he could feel the coldness penetrating into his bones.

But I nodded: "That's the best, I love my mother the most!"

That memory was quickly pulled out of my mind. In an instant, I could feel that I was not experiencing it from the perspective of a spectator, but from a first-person perspective. It seemed as if this experience was my own?

Own? Strange...is this true, or another fabrication?

What use is this sword to me?

First, he drank two bottles of potion to prevent the damage caused by contact from not being able to heal.

Then the gloves were taken off, and the torn gloves would eventually be thrown into the fire and burned.

He swallowed his saliva, still thinking about the pain he felt last time, and then suddenly grasped the sword with his right hand.

A piercing pain came from the palm of my hand, and that memory seemed to have a sequel, but I couldn't look at it seriously because I had to pull my hand away from the sword first.

The hilt of the sword had already separated his skin and flesh, and the blood and flesh stuck to it. After a while, it was slowly absorbed by itself. At the same time, the dark pattern on the blade seemed to be redder...

Watching my hands healing quickly, I felt like I was really suited to this kind of thing...

The dark lines above were indeed redder. This was not an illusion. I reached out and touched it, and the dark lines turned bright red. After a while, the lines turned dark red again. It looked like the black stuff had turned red temporarily because of the addition of blood?

What if...

I touched the blade with my other hand and it scratched me. There was a burning pain at the wound, but it soon ended as I left.

As expected, it became even redder. So this sword has two uses. One is to absorb itself, and the other is to use this sword to hurt others...

Knowing that my blood is a little special, maybe the scars caused by others will never heal?

I went to buy two mice as quickly as possible. In a place like this, mice are easier to buy than fresh meat.

The rat hit the blade head-on and was quickly burned to ashes.

Sure enough.