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

Chapter 881 The End...

I should be almost at the end of this road, it feels like I'm nearing its end... and this is still the scene before me.

I kept walking forward, and if I walked a little faster, I would soon be living a life full of light. But something under my feet tripped me up, or rather, it wasn't a trip, but something felt like it was pulling me down. In the darkness, I couldn't tell anything.

The object under my feet tripped me up, but then quickly came away. My ankle hurt, and I was momentarily stunned, but the wound healed quickly. My foot had just been twisted badly; the pain came and went in an instant.

Looking at the scene before me, the beam of light seemed to be getting closer and closer. I stood up again, then walked forward, and continued walking forward...

We haven't reached the end yet, let's keep going...

A slight pain shot through my ankle, which was abnormal. I squatted down and gently touched it, only to discover that there was some corrosive liquid inside.

"Need help? Here, take this ointment."

There was no outstretched hand, no turning back; the other person's voice was very ordinary, just like offering help when someone needs it in everyday life.

"Stay away from me, the farther the better. I'm almost there, I'm almost at the end. This is just a little bit of pain, I can handle it, but if I turn back, I will die. Although I'm not sure if he can really kill me, guys like you, hated by the world, must have some special way to make me lose the ability to resist."

I gently wiped away all the unpleasant liquid with my hands. Luckily, I had the habit of carrying a handkerchief. The sticky liquid left some corroded marks on the handkerchief, but fortunately, this handkerchief was also special.

I wiped the things off my ankles and continued forward. This should be the end. It wasn't some paradise, but rather a place that felt like a small world.

An ordinary cobblestone path, an ordinary house, an ordinary flower field, an ordinary vegetable garden, and a few ordinary butterflies.

My gaze followed the butterfly as it swayed left and right. The butterfly flew behind me, and before I could see it clearly, I forcibly stopped myself from turning around.

The other party hasn't come out yet, so this may not be over yet.

Slowly, they pushed open the door, only to find it empty inside...

Perhaps I've gone to the wrong place?

"Welcome, please have a seat."

The voice that appeared behind him did not turn around; he wondered if he could leave without looking at the person.

"It's all over now. Thank you for making it to the end. You must be exhausted."

"..." Is it really over? A feeling is telling me that it's best not to look back yet.

"Alright, let's keep moving forward. We'll talk when you're ready to come back and talk. After all, this place is our home. You can't find an exit to keep going. This is the end. You can turn back now."

"..."

Gently push open the window, climb out, and continue walking forward. It seems there is no way out. Is it really the end?

But my eyes told me there was still a way out; it was a strange feeling.

My ears are telling me that the other person is lying to me.

Reaching out to touch the seemingly indestructible rock, one discovers it is merely a false reflection; turning back would lead to true death.

After leaving, or rather, finally leaving that place from which there was no turning back, I could finally feel like I could catch my breath.

I didn't look back; my guard told me to wait until I saw them turn around first.

"More ruthless than I imagined. I thought someone like you would turn back the first time."

The guy walked up to him, then turned around and said, "I have to congratulate you. You're really amazing, even more amazing than I imagined."

This is a signal that you are safe. The other person turning around also includes the action of looking back, so you can turn back now...

"Give me back my things, put them in my hands... You've completely rendered that thing useless, so giving it back to me is no big deal, right?"

"..."

"Didn't you understand? Give it back to me." There wasn't much emotion in his voice; he simply repeated it calmly once more. In the end, the other person placed the item in their palm. It was indeed the same one as before, and the last one had been put down, seemingly safe.