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

Chapter 408 The Person Given a Gift

When I was a child, I thought that home was not my home, and my real home was under the quilt.

There you can isolate yourself from everything. The quilt will not scold you, but will only wrap you warmly.

So sad……

In the other person's arms, I closed my eyes unconsciously. After a while, when I opened my eyes, it was already late.

"…I'm sorry, I accidentally fell asleep."

"It's okay, sister. You haven't had a good rest recently, right?"

"Well... there are a lot of things I need to deal with. I'm very tired. No one can listen to me. I shouldn't say this to you."

"Aren't we best friends? Of course you can tell me!"

"...I am in pain. I am in pain every moment. I don't know why I feel as if my heart is being dug out every day. My hand has been injured for a long time, but it has never been healed. My hand cannot be healed. I dare not rest. There are always things I am afraid of in my dreams. I want to enter the dream and have a good dream..."

"Sister, do you like sweet dreams?"

"...I like it. Beautiful dreams are my own treasures. I don't like to dream for too long, but I also hate not dreaming. I like the unreality in dreams. It seems that nothing matters anymore. Everything is fake, so it doesn't matter what it is!"

"So sad... So sister has always been sad?"

"Every moment... I always feel that if only I were stronger, if only I were smarter, if only I were stronger, but there are not so many such things in the world..." The warm hug interrupted the words I wanted to say.

"I understand, sister..." The head was right next to hers, "Sister, your future will be happy. I don't know when good luck will come, so let's assume it will be tomorrow!"

"Then good luck will come tomorrow... Tomorrow will be good..." He said with a smile, and the corners of his mouth twitched. It was indeed a gentle smile. This situation is considered by psychology to be a psychological hint, telling people that good things will happen tomorrow, and that things that are usually considered very small and taken for granted will be regarded as good things.

Just to give a hope to live...

After they collected all the materials they had dug out with great difficulty, the other party was a little surprised at how strong they were, but not that surprised.

Finally, it was warmer and I didn't feel so uncomfortable. After saying goodbye to each other, I returned to my room, my own room, which was empty...

Looking at the blooming flowers, I gently stroked the fragile petals with my hands...

It’s so fragile, why do so many people like it?

Is it just because of beauty?

The flower slowly rotted in front of him and finally turned into ashes. He held the ashes in his hand and blew gently.

Ashes flew into the sky...

"I should get some sleep..." I threw the materials into the warehouse. I won't continue refining them today because I'm too tired...

This time it was another dream. I was standing aside and watching. There were many people around me in this dream.

"I give you strength so that you have room to fight back when facing suffering and despair." A clear female voice.

"I give you intelligence so that you can have a plan to escape from conspiracies and tricks." A cold male voice.

"I give you a pair of eyes that can distinguish right from wrong, so that you can judge the sins of all people."

"Then I will give you a pair of wise ears that can distinguish between lies and sincerity!"

There are two very similar voices, but with different tones. They should be adult females?

"I don't have anything good to give you, so I'll give you my heart..." The voice was the softest. Because they were too young, it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman. "A heart that can heal itself, a heart that can feel the warmth and coldness of the world, a heart that loves all living things..."

Are you great? Why do you offer these things to yourself?

Or is this something that happened in my previous life? Did I seem to be very powerful in my previous life?

"I still lack a handy weapon..."

"She can't use my Libra." A cold female voice.

"She can't lift my heavy sword." It was that girl.

"She can't read my spiritual book." It was the cold male voice.

"This little fellow can't even use my dagger..." A voice very similar to the first one, but with a different tone.

"My longbow doesn't work..." was the voice of the young child who listened.

"Hello, hey, hey? Are all of you unable to do anything?" Different from the voice just now, this was a person who sounded somewhat similar to that child, but with a different tone.

"According to me, I can use my body as a sword, my soul as a guide, and finally, let the resentful soul possess his body. Isn't that more handy than any of your weapons?"

"You seem to be going a bit extreme... There's no need to go to this extent, right?"

"You're the only one who can persuade me. There's no need to go to this extent. They've already agreed, haven't they?"

"But……"

"Everyone knows what the result will be if four votes are compared to one vote. You don't have to do these so-called things for me. Goodbye, you boring little thing..."

"Please wait a moment..."

It was an interesting conversation, and I could discern some information from it. Someone was given five things. According to those so-called fairy tales, what should they be? So-called gifts from the gods, right?

So, will I be the protagonist of the story? It feels a bit similar, but a bit different. I don’t have very strong powers, or even that strong, but I do have a lot of mysteries about me…

Wait? A sword was mentioned! According to the origin of that sword, it should be made of something very evil...

Was my meeting with the sword destined? In other words, if the sword hadn't appeared, I would have possessed it inexplicably...

After waking up from the dream, my mental state was a little dazed, but I still relied on the most accurate thoughts to walk towards the sword.

I wasn't wearing shoes, so my feet weren't cold on the floor. Although it was the middle of the night, the summer heat made the slightly cool floor feel particularly comfortable.

Once again, he came to the front of the sword, reached out his hand to touch it, and could feel the continuous words of the soul within it.

After thinking for a while, he cut his hand with the blade, and the blood flowed down the sword. The soul inside was boiling, but he could sense that something was wrong.

"I just have one question. Do you sense a soul that's not right?"

The sword quietly let as much blood as it could bleed, but those souls were quiet and unwilling to move.

This is very wrong. They were so noisy just now, but now they are suddenly quiet...

"What a disgusting puzzle! I must get rid of all the Riddlers someday!"