Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

Chapter 787 Preparations for the Flower Goddess’ Birthday Festival (2)

"【PhD】……"

"This time, I finally...found you!"

"Wash your neck clean and wait for me to take your head!"

A wild laugh filled with murderous intent and deep hatred suddenly exploded in the deep and dense forest, startling the forest birds and scattering them. The echo spread among the shadows of the trees, and then faded away like a tide, leaving only the rustling sound of the wind through the leaves, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

【Watch it for the children’s happiness. 】

You can tell how excited he is. His mouth is almost stretched to his ears, and he's smiling like a child eating honey.

[He's so excited just by hearing the news. The bond between this character and the Doctor must be deeper than you can imagine, right?]

[More than just deep? It's a "life and death friendship" where one can trust their lives to each other and be open and honest with each other.]

[It's like pouring out your heart and lungs in a physical sense, right?]

[By the way, Drifter actually knows Caesar? This combination is truly surprising.]

[Don't forget, our Rogue is a legendary figure who, under the 'special care' of his aunt, was held back in the Rectory Academy for a full hundred years.]

[He's been held back in the Church Order for a hundred years? Well, forget Caesar, everyone I know, whether I should know him or not, has probably met him.]

The observation deck in front of the Temple of Wisdom.

The sun shines on the white stone steps. Scholars from the Academy of Teachings walk hurriedly, some holding books, some discussing profound theories in low voices, and they shuttle through the halls of knowledge.

However, in this torrent of people thirsting for knowledge, there is a figure that is out of place, leaning lazily on the carved railings of the observation deck like a wild crane.

The man was wearing a plain white robe, the sleeves of which fluttered in the wind. His face was as handsome as a painting, and there was a hint of unruly and proud between his eyebrows.

In one hand he held a jade-bone feather fan, and in the other he held a bag of golden potato chips wrapped in oil paper. He was leisurely putting the chips into his mouth one by one, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

“Crack…Crack.”

"Tsk," he squinted his eyes, as if savoring something, "whoever first came up with the idea of ​​slicing potatoes thinly and frying them in hot oil until crispy? What kind of genius was that? Let me think..."

He pretended to think for a moment, then suddenly smiled, a cunning glint in his eyes: "Oh, so... it's me."

"Sure enough, I am that hopelessly smart person who was destined to light up the world from birth."

Before he finished speaking, he had already gently waved his feather fan, half covering the corners of his lips with the fan, and chuckled softly. The laughter was like the sound of wind chimes, but it carried a certain elusive depth.

There is no doubt that in this temple of wisdom known for its rigor and rationality, the existence of this young man is itself a "deviant" landscape.

The looks from the surrounding students were filled with surprise, helplessness, and even a hint of awe, but no one stepped forward to disturb them.

This is because they knew very well that this person was not an apprentice of the same age, but a famous mentor in the academy.

Just at this moment, a breeze blew by, blowing up a few fallen leaves.

In the wind, a figure quietly emerged behind the young man.

It was a wanderer with a complex expression. The young man looked dusty and the vicissitudes of life were written between his brows. He walked slowly forward, his eyes fell on the back of the person leisurely eating snacks, and finally spoke:

"I say...it's been a while since we last met, and you seem even more..."

"Narcissistic?" Rurouni pondered for a long time before finding a barely appropriate word.

The young man slowly turned around, gently waving his feather fan, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"First, let me correct a fatal mistake of yours." His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. "Please do not use the period of time of your immortal species to measure the time of our short-lived species."

"For mortals like us, fifty years is definitely not just a period of time." He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if staring at the passing years.

"If I had to describe it accurately, it would be a long period of time, long enough to turn the vast ocean into mulberry fields and turn a young man's hair into gray—a very, very long period of time."

Hearing this, Rurouni rolled his eyes.

Excuse me, what are you, a heroic soul, lamenting here? You won't age, so please stop pretending to be old.

The young man pretended not to notice the scowl from the wanderer, lightly tapped his lips with his feather fan, and his smile deepened:

“Secondly, I’m not narcissistic.”

"I'm just stating a...fact."

--Reality

In a quiet villa in the suburbs of Shanghai, the night spreads quietly like ink, and the lights in the courtyard gently fall in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ers gently pressed the autoplay button, the dim light from the screen illuminating his deep eyes. He tilted his head and gazed at the cool, beautiful woman beside him, his lips curled slightly. "You know what? He looks a bit like you."

Heita's face remained expressionless, with a hint of alienation between his brows. He asked calmly, "Similar? How?"

Ers smiled and pointed at the paused text on the screen, his tone filled with a hint of teasing and fondness: "On the matter of narcissism—or rather, the confidence that comes from stating the facts with confidence."

"But I don't remember ever being narcissistic." Heita opened her red lips slightly, her eyes as sharp as cold stars scanning him. "What I said was always objective fact. Or... are you trying to imply that I'm not beautiful enough or smart enough?"

Faced with this sudden question, Ers did not retreat. Instead, he leaned forward and placed a kiss on her smooth forehead. His voice was low and sincere: "Of course not. My Lady of the Black Tower, who is as wise as the stars and as beautiful as the moonlight, you will always be unique in my eyes."

Heita curled his lips slightly, but a smile that was hard to conceal appeared in the corner of his eyes: "You are relying on my love for you to dare to be so unscrupulous."

Then, her tone suddenly turned cold, with a hint of joking and a threat that seemed real and fake:

"Otherwise, based on what you just said, I could unilaterally conclude that you dislike me and dump you without hesitation."

Hearing this, Ers was not panicked. Instead, he took her hand, interlocked their fingers, and smiled as warmly as spring water: "If it were in the past, your words might have really made me panic."

"But ever since I met the other me," he sighed softly, a complex and profound light flashing in his eyes, "such threats have long lost their edge to me."

Not long ago, Ers experienced an almost magical adventure - he met another self from a parallel world.

This kind of plot only exists in science fiction novels or dreams. If it happens to an ordinary person, they might think that they have mental problems and even suspect that they are about to reach the end of their life.

Especially in ancient legends of Japan, meeting another self is often regarded as a bad omen of impending death.

However, Ers is no ordinary person.

After all, if it is a mortal, it is basically impossible to enter the eyes of Ms. Black Tower, even if Ms. Black Tower in this time and space does not have any extraordinary powers.

Therefore, when the two Ers really met face to face, Ers accepted this incredible reality in a very short time, and talked about life and exchanged memories with his other self, as if he were old friends meeting again after a long separation.

During those magical days, the two Ers even began to take turns living each other's lives - sometimes one went out while the other stayed home.

Occasionally, they even appear together before the world.

As for how to do this…

This brings us to a classic special effects drama - the "human body" setting in the "Ultraman" series.

When an Ultraman descends upon Earth, he possesses a human body, living and acting as that human. At crucial moments, the human body unleashes its true power, transforming into a giant of light.

Yes, during that time, Ers was Ers's human form.

Ers had never imagined that his parallel isotope could achieve such a mysterious thing as coexistence of consciousness and shared identity.

Hearing this, Heita couldn't help but roll his eyes, a hint of coldness surging in his tone:

"So, because you've communicated with your self in another world, you feel that no matter where in time and space I am, I am destined to be yours?"

She thought to herself:

If this guy dared to nod in agreement, she would definitely slap his handsome face, which should not be so proud at this moment.

Ers shook his head slightly, his eyes serious and clear: "You have never been anyone's property. No matter how possessive I am of you, I cannot decide where you belong."

After saying that, Ers looked into her eyes tenderly: "I was just thinking... since the me in another world can accompany you in another world for thousands of years without separation, our feelings will become even deeper-"

A warm smile appeared on his lips, like the morning light piercing through the clouds: "Then, since I have only known you for twenty years, why should I be afraid that our relationship will be easily broken?"

The corners of Heita's lips lifted slightly, forming a subtle arc, but he still pretended to be indifferent and turned his head away. There was a subtle tremor in his distant tone: "You mean... I have deep feelings for you?"

"I think you are the narcissist."

Before she finished speaking, she heard Ers chuckle.

"I learned this from you. I'm just stating the facts." Ers smiled, with a cunning and gentle light in his eyes.

"I'm not deeply in love with you." Heita corrected immediately, his voice as cold as frost.

But as soon as he said it, he seemed to be afraid of appearing too blunt, so he quickly added a sentence, but his tone unconsciously softened:

"Absolutely not! At most... if you really want to leave... this genius might feel a little bit reluctant."

"I understand, I understand." Ers chuckled, his eyes as gentle as spring water, as if he had already seen through every inch of her softness under the disguise.

He has now inherited countless experiences and wisdom from his predecessors, so he naturally knows how to deal with the Black Tower, which is so hypocritical at this moment.

So Ers approached gently, his tone so gentle it was almost bewitching:

"That's what they call a sharp tongue but a soft heart."

"That's why I said no!" Heita's face suddenly turned red and he glared at him angrily.

But before she could finish her words, Ers came up to her unexpectedly and covered her slightly parted red lips with his warm lips.

In an instant, the world was silent, and the starlight froze.

The two figures slowly merged in the sunlight, like a scroll of intertwined destinies slowly unfolding.

Heita struggled symbolically a few times, but the force of his fingertips against his chest was as light as a feather brushing.

In the end, she could only let his breath wrap around her layer by layer, sinking into this hot and lingering kiss.

Her beautiful face was stained with two intoxicating blushes, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, shaking like butterfly wings in the night breeze.

After a long time, their lips reluctantly separated, and the air was still filled with each other's breathing and throbbing.

Ers gazed at the beauty so close to him, his fingertips gently stroking his lips, as if savoring the sweetness of that moment, his voice low and tender: "At least now I can be sure that you are not a sharp tongue..."

He changed the subject, a mischievous smile flashing in his eyes: "Because—it's quite soft, like tofu."

"You're just saying those coaxing words!" Heita gave him a light push, feigning anger, but a faint blush crept into the tips of his ears. "Do you think I'll be happy with this? You're wishful thinking."

Although she said this, the corners of her lips unconsciously rose up, and her eyebrows and eyes were filled with sweetness that could not be concealed.

Ers looked at her like this, and his heart was filled with warmth, and he couldn't help laughing. However, after a moment, his expression suddenly froze, and a hint of hesitation appeared on his face.

"But...Heita, I have a question."

"Hmph." Heita folded his arms across his chest, raised his chin slightly, and put on a haughty attitude. "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll be merciful and reluctantly answer your questions."

"Just..." Ers swallowed and spoke carefully, "After I ask you, you can't be angry..."

"Don't worry." Heita snorted lightly, his expression calm. "Ms. Heita is kind-hearted and generous. You can ask me anything. I won't be angry."

The calmer she was, the more guilty Ers felt.

Finally, he mustered up the courage and asked in a low voice:

"So... aren't you and your self from another time and space equivalents in a parallel universe? Then why... is she more outstanding than you in some aspects?"

"Protruding?" Heita frowned, his face full of confusion.

The next moment, her arms, which were folded across her chest, unconsciously lifted up, and then she suddenly realized what the other party meant. Her cheeks instantly burned red, and she stared at him as if she was about to spit fire.

Ers touched his nose awkwardly, his eyes wandering, and he was already regretting it to the core.

He was really curious - when he exchanged memories with his parallel world self, he had clearly "experienced" that when the black tower in that time and space kissed him, the soft curves would always gently press against his chest, bringing a touch that was difficult to ignore.

But the kiss just now didn't feel that way...

But now, looking at the coldness gradually rising in Heita's eyes, Ers felt that the air around him suddenly froze, and the ambiguous atmosphere disappeared.

If he could turn back time, Ers swore that he would seal this talkative mouth with his own hands.

If he could do it again, he would never ask such a stupid question again.

Because what he loved was never a specific outline or size, but the black tower in front of him, which was stubborn, proud, hard-mouthed but soft-hearted.

Appearance and figure are just superficial, but the light of her soul has already cast an irreplaceable answer in his heart.

No matter what she looks like, in Ers's world, Black Tower will always be a perfect existence - unique, unrepeatable and irreplaceable.