Genshin Impact, it's you who rejected me, why are you all in such a hurry if I just give up?

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This time he didn't run, but instead plopped down on the ground.

"This is impossible."

The stragglers stared wide-eyed and muttered, "This is impossible!"

"This is a dream! This must be a dream!"

Muttering frantically, the stragglers suddenly realized something and their eyes lit up.

"Oh, right, dreams..."

But before he could grasp that blind spot, a sharp sound of a weapon piercing flesh rang out.

'Puff!'

The soldier lowered his head in astonishment, only to see that "Dream One Heart" had already pierced his heart.

When he finally managed to lift his head, he saw Lin Jiu'an's bright smile.

"See you later."

These were the words he heard in the last moments before his consciousness faded.

Chapter Seven: The Shattered Dream

The stragglers struggled to their feet.

I heard panicked sounds of people backing away.

The stragglers turned their heads.

But what they saw was not Lin Jiu'an.

Instead, he was a servant in the Sumeru household.

Seeing the frenzied look in the soldiers' eyes, the servant hurriedly said, "Sir, the 'Floral Goddess's Birthday Festival' has already begun."

"The sages of the Order of the Church have urged us many times."

"I knocked on the door for a long time but there was no response, so..."

"I understand, go out now," the soldier said in a hoarse voice, worried that if the other man stayed any longer, he would kill him to vent his anger.

Once the door closed, the soldier, panting heavily, looked out the window at the sunlit garden and the magnificent building, feeling momentarily disoriented.

"Is it a nightmare?"

Recalling the inescapable Sumeru City and the drastically changed Lin Jiu'an, the soldier murmured to himself.

"Yes, it was a nightmare."

"It must be."

Thinking of his desperate and helpless state in his dream, and how he almost exposed his true nature in front of the servants, a bloodlust flashed in the soldier's eyes.

"Damn guy."

"Even if you're gone, will you still appear in my dreams?"

"But don't worry, it will be soon. Soon I will let you taste more despair than I felt in my dream."

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That night.

The main venue for the "Flower Goddess's Birthday Festival".

The soldiers and the sages of the Order of the Netherworld sat quietly on the high platform, watching Nel walk up to it.

His brow was furrowed.

"What's wrong? Something on your mind?" the sage asked with a smile.

"No."

The soldier said calmly, his gaze fixed on Nil.

This familiar scene reminded him of a scene from his dream, and he wasn't sure if Nilu would expose him directly like she did in his dream.

The next moment, as if in a dream, Nilu turned around and looked at him.

This scene caused the skirmisher to feel a sudden jolt of his heart and lungs, but Nel didn't say anything and just looked at him.

"what are you doing?"

Just as the stragglers were filled with doubt and confusion, the sage from the Instruction Council beside him couldn't help but frown and reprimand, "Look here and do it..."

Before the words were finished, the stragglers heard a 'plop' sound, like a watermelon falling to the ground and shattering.

Suddenly, my face and head felt warm.

The soldier realized something, his pupils constricted slightly, and he stiffly turned his head to look at his side, only to find that the sage of the Instruction Court who had been smiling just moments before was now sitting in his seat with only his lower body, a bloody and mangled neck, remaining.

The soldier opened his mouth, recalling the scene from his nightmare, but found himself unable to utter a sound.

next moment.

A voice that terrified him rang out from ahead.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The stragglers turned their heads stiffly and saw Lin Jiu'an standing in front of them, smiling at them.

In an instant, all the nightmares that had been swirling in his mind flashed through his mind, and the soldier instinctively let out a terrified cry.

Instinct filled him with immense fear. He finally came to his senses and tried to fight back, but the skirmisher found that for some reason his body was filled with a sense of powerlessness. It felt like he was having a nightmare and wanted to fight back against the bad guys chasing him, but his body was too weak to do anything.

After his attempt failed, Lin Jiu'an reached out and grabbed his neck.

"you...?!"

The sage, sitting beside the soldiers, looked at Lin Jiu'an with a mixture of fear and apprehension. He immediately took two steps back and shouted, "Guards?! Discipline..."

Before he could finish speaking, the sage suddenly heard the sound of flesh being cut, and then felt that he no longer had the strength to speak.

He lowered his head as if he had noticed something, and saw the clear line of blood on his waist.

'Thud.'

A breeze blew.

The sage's upper body fell to the ground, and he belatedly let out a miserable wail.

The horrific scene plunged the crowd into silence, followed by a piercing scream from a woman below.

"Could you please be a little quieter?" Lin Jiu'an said with a smile, looking at the crowd below.

pity.

His smile and persuasion did not serve any warning purpose.

The crowd below seemed to wake up at her scream, and they all screamed and scattered.

Lin Jiu'an casually waved his hand twice, and several wind blades pierced into the crowd, exploding and scattering blood and flesh, creating several vacuum areas.

In an instant.

The chaotic crowd quickly fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stopped running and stood there blankly, seemingly unaware of what had happened.

"Isn't this right?"

Lin Jiu'an smiled, whether he was speaking to the soldiers who were already breathing heavily, to the crowd below, or to himself, he said, "I've discovered that some people are just shameless."

“Tell them nicely to be quiet and not to run around, but they won’t listen.”

"But if you kill a few people and tell them that anyone who dares to make a move will die, then they will obediently listen to you."

Then, Lin Jiu'an looked at the scattered soldiers and pointed to the crowd below.

"My friend, don't you think so?"

Lin Jiu'an was answered by a sharp wind blade.

However, the soldier's deadly attack seemed to scatter as if it had hit an invisible wall in front of Lin Jiu'an.

"It seems you're not very keen on being my friend."

Lin Jiu'an grabbed the stragglers by the neck as if he were a chick and lifted them up.

The soldier struggled desperately, but the powerful force on his neck rendered him powerless to resist. As he felt suffocated and his life force gradually faded, the soldier's eyes turned from fear to anger as he looked at Lin Jiu'an. Finally, as the feeling of suffocation intensified and his reason faded, a pleading look appeared in his eyes.

Don't want to die...

"Do you want to live?"

The stragglers, like drowning fish, could no longer think and nodded unconsciously.

'Plop!'

Lin Jiu'an threw him onto the stage like a rag doll.

"Come on, tell me what you've done before."

With his neck released, the soldier gasped for breath. As he regained his senses, he instinctively wanted to refuse when he heard what Lin Jiu'an said.

But the next moment, a piercing pain came from my leg.

The soldier couldn't help but scream, clenching his teeth, but the intense pain still made beads of sweat appear on his forehead. Listening to the sound of the sharp blade rubbing and spinning against flesh and feeling the intense pain, the soldier looked down at the terrified crowd below.

After thinking for a moment, the stragglers gritted their teeth and remained silent.

For more than ten minutes, the inhuman screams filled the air above the venue before the stragglers finally let go and said, "I'll speak!"

Lin Jiu'an then pulled out "Dream of One Heart" and leisurely looked at the stragglers who had been pricked like hedgehogs.

The soldier, panting heavily, began to recount his actions upon arriving in Sumeru, including entering the World Tree and replacing Lin Jiu'an. Only after finishing his story did the soldier collapse to the ground, utterly exhausted.

As he lay dying, seeing the pitiful looks on the faces of the people below and their anger towards Lin Jiu'an, the stragglers finally found a sliver of solace.

“Kill me,” the skirmisher said hoarsely.

There was no answer, only the sound of someone crouching down.

"How pitiful."

"Do you still think I care about their opinions, that I can gain their sympathy by playing the victim, and that I can still survive?"

Hearing Lin Jiu'an's laughing voice, the soldier's heart skipped a beat.

As Lin Jiu'an had thought, the fact that he had just endured it for more than ten minutes was a last resort.

Since they couldn't beat Lin Jiu'an or outrun him, they had to think of other ways.

Although he was ruthless and killed many ordinary people, he should still care about the opinions of the public if he is asked to explain the truth in front of them. If he acts pitiful enough and is tortured into saying such things, they might think he is being forced to. He might still have a chance to survive.

"I don't understand what you are talking about."

The stragglers gritted their teeth and said, "It all started because of me!"

“These things have nothing to do with ordinary people.”

"Just kill me."

The voices of the stragglers were filled with anger and a desolate helplessness.

The people below seemed to have forgotten their fear as time went by, and some choked up as they listened to the stragglers' words.

"Lord Hatao!"

"You are our hero!"

Some of the bolder people even threw water bottles and food at Lin Jiu'an.

"Demon! Get out of Sumeru!"

"Yes! Get out of Sumeru City!"

Whether it was the recounting of the stragglers or the fading of time that gave them courage, a few scattered people in the crowd shouted, but most still remembered that Lin Jiu'an had just casually killed some of them, and could only glare at him with angry eyes.

Lin Jiu'an's answer was much more concise.

Amidst the hopes of the stragglers, he casually unleashed several more wind blades, charging directly into the crowd.

Those who were hiding in the crowd and shouting, as well as those nearby, were all cut in two by the wind blades, letting out miserable howls. For a moment, the scene fell silent again, with only their screams remaining.

"That's true. The weak are like that; they can only place their hopes on the pity of the strong."