Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

That is impossible.

Mom is a consumable item. You can send your mom into the sky and open the Wings of Wind to dominate the Space Bridge, but you can't fly wing to wing with your mom and make a promise to meet her on the Magpie Bridge.

"Even if we're a couple, it won't work!" Freya's voice was both shy and anxious. "How can it be so fast? Shouldn't we hold hands first, then kiss and hug, then live together for a while, and finally..."

"Haven't we done all of these things before?"

"That...that won't do either!" Freya muttered, her voice trailing off. "At most...I won't kick you out when you need to use the restroom anymore..."

You play pretty weirdly too.

Cheng Cheng sighed.

Just then, a sound came from beside the pillow—

"Are you done talking? I'd like to hear yours too."

Cheng Cheng turned his head, wanting to give the girl he hadn't seen in so long a hug. He looked at Sylvia with a smile—

He met her eyes, which seemed to be smiling but weren't.

Her pale red eyes were half-open, not drowsy from just waking up, but rather excessively bright. She lay on her side on the pillow, one hand supporting her head, the other resting on the blanket, her fingers lightly tapping the sheets, one tap at a time.

"You guys go ahead, just pretend I don't exist. I'm just standing here watching anyway."

"Huh?"

Cheng Cheng's smile froze on his face.

Why does Sylvia seem so hostile today?

Sylvia's gaze shifted from Cheng Cheng's face to the water stains on the pillow, a slight smile playing on her lips, but her eyes remained completely devoid of laughter.

The air suddenly became very tight, like a string stretched to its limit.

Cheng Cheng opened his mouth, as if to say something. Sylvia spoke first:

What is your relationship with Freya?

"It's just..." Cheng Cheng glanced at the pillow, then at Sylvia's eyes, "...just ordinary friends?"

"Ordinary friends?"

Sylvia tilted her head, a strand of white hair slipping down her shoulder and falling beside the pillow: "Heh, that's true, Freya is indeed quite ordinary."

"Hey! Who are you talking to!"

Freya's thoughts started racing in his mind, and Cheng Cheng's back began to sweat.

“And another thing,” Sylvia’s tapping on the sheets quickened, “why do you never tell me your real name? Do you think I don’t deserve to know?”

"no……"

"Then why?" Sylvia's fingers stopped, and she gripped the corner of the blanket. "Every time you're on top of me, I let you. I do whatever you want. But you won't even tell me your name?"

Cheng Cheng opened his mouth, unable to speak.

“And another thing.” Sylvia sat up, the blanket slipping off her shoulders to reveal her wrinkled pajamas. “Why do you never touch my body anymore? Ever since Freya came along, you’ve only touched hers. Is there something wrong with me?”

"no……"

"So, what is it about her that she has that I don't?"

Her voice was trembling, and her fingers, gripping the corner of the blanket, were also shaking.

Cheng Cheng took a deep breath: "Sylvia, listen to me—"

"I won't listen! I won't listen!"

Cheng Cheng tried to press his head down, but then lowered his hand halfway up.

A fight was about to break out—

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, and Li Xianyu skipped and hopped in.

These days, with Sylvia's help, she not only refined the Nascent Soul Pill and advanced to Gold rank, but also avenged her teammates with the help of the Genshin Impact cult. Therefore, she was in a good mood and very grateful to Sylvia and Freya. She was determined to stay in the Genshin Impact cult to repay her two benefactors.

Anyway, elves have long lifespans, so I can just leave after they die.

As soon as she pushed open the door, she shouted, "Get up, you lazybones! Lunch is ready!"

Sunlight streamed in from behind her, illuminating the entire room.

Cheng Cheng felt a surge of gratitude.

"Humph."

Sylvia knew that there was no point in arguing anymore, so she snorted and pulled the blanket over her legs.

Li Xianyu, oblivious to the awkward atmosphere, happily placed the tray on the bedside table and continued, "Girls, hamburgers or pizza?"

“Pizza,” Sylvia said coldly.

Freya's mind was churning: "Cheng Cheng, I want a hamburger!"

Cheng Cheng took a deep breath: "Girls."

Li Xianyu: "???"

…………

In the end, we ate at a restaurant.

Li Xianyu ordered takeout from a fast food restaurant: a hamburger, pizza, cola, and a coconut chicken.

The outside is golden coconut crisp, and the inside is spicy and crispy chicken. It's a bit spicy for Cheng Cheng, but it's very juicy. When you bite into it, it splatters with oil. It's even bigger than the original recipe chicken.

It wasn't bad, but it tasted strange.

It seems that this coconut sesame cake was ruined by too much oil.

As Cheng Cheng ate, his right hand couldn't help but want to rise at a 45-degree angle, probably because the coconut crisps were spicy and crunchy inside.

As he chewed, he listened to Sylvia and Freya take turns recounting what had happened the previous night.

The prophesied saintess, Felix, the queen's election... the two tacitly avoided mentioning the fight. Sylvia lowered her head to cut the pizza, and Freya was unusually quiet as well.

"Saintess Serafina of the Holy Kingdom, wielding the Wheel of Fortune..."

Cheng Cheng spat out the bone and wiped his hands.

The reason why Witch's Night in reality is so troublesome is because this time the demon lord is likely the "Wheel of Fate," which causes reality to keep cycling within a day.

What connection do these have with the legends who wield the wheel of fate in the game?

I don't understand.

However, having Sylvia ascend the throne... this is another main quest.

He picked up a French fry and dipped it in ketchup.

Cheng Cheng currently has three tasks on his hands:

The first step is to win over the three Gold Archbishops of the Genshin Impact cult and become the Lord of Genshin Impact.

The second task is to defeat the inverted demon and help Freya ascend the throne—but since Freya isn't interested, and Sylvia has taken on the legendary mission, it wouldn't make much difference to send Sylvia instead.

They're just waiting for the Saintess and Vilette to start their campaign. Participating in an election isn't something you can decide on a whim; it requires a lot of manpower and resources to organize, give speeches, prepare ballots, and promote the cause.

The difficulty lies in defeating the Inverted Demon—that's a demon lord, equivalent to a legendary powerhouse, and Cheng Cheng doesn't think he has any chance right now.

The third is the event mission – Witnessing the Death of the Gods in the Wasteland, participating in the battle against the world boss Jingguan Bodhisattva.

I don't know what kind of monster it is.

However, since it's a timed task, and the deadline is tomorrow noon, let's do this first.

Having made up his mind, Cheng Cheng stuffed the last piece of coconut chicken into his mouth and called Paul over.

"Paul, get ready. We'll arrange the dungeon exploration after we finish eating."

Paul stood ramrod straight beside the dining table, hands behind his back: "Your Highness, what is the target?"

During this time, he had gotten used to serving two masters—in any case, both the young lady and the princess had the right to order him around, and the young lady did not object when he obeyed the princess's orders.

I just don't know if I should help the young lady if they start fighting... But attacking royalty is a capital offense. The young lady will definitely be fine, but I can't say for sure.

Paul felt conflicted.

"The fifteenth floor."

Paul's hand trembled slightly.

“Your Highness…” His voice was somewhat hoarse, “The fifteenth floor is the front line of the Kingdom’s army’s fight against the Abyss, and entry requires military approval. Moreover, the monsters there…”

“I know.” Cheng Cheng waved his hand. “However, the bears, wolves and hounds on the eighth floor have already been defeated. With the strength of the four of us Gold Saints, no one can stop us from breaking into the fifteenth floor, right? So it’s decided.”

Chapter 75, Our Genshin Impact Cult is Determined to Keep Winning

“The wise think they know everything… but we understand the morality behind those evil deeds.”

"In a game of chess, there is no such thing as sacrificing pieces, because for this game, checkmate is not the end."

The main hall was dimly lit.

Torches were stuck in the wall, their flames casting long shadows. The dome was so high that its top was invisible, with only darkness churning above it. The ground was paved with black stone slabs, engraved with dark red patterns, like dried blood.

Countless men in black robes knelt on the ground, a dark mass stretching from the bottom of the steps all the way to the entrance of the hall. Their hoods were pulled low, covering most of their faces, revealing only a pale chin.

There was a person standing on the stage.

He wore a dark red robe with a high collar that obscured half his face. His right hand rested on the hilt of his sword, while his left hand hung at his side with his fingers slightly spread. "Ready to begin!"

The men in black robes knelt and shouted in unison, their voices echoing throughout the hall:

"Great messenger of calamities, Valerius Wayne! Good follows you, evil admires you! Light yearns for you, darkness also longs for you! You are an existence beyond all, the color that God has adorned for all things!"

The messenger of natural disaster on the high platform raised his hands solemnly:

"We gather here today to commemorate our good companion, the Obsidian Bishop—his sacrifice deserves a full half-day of remembrance for the entire Primal God Church."

As he spoke, he clenched his five fingers together.

Below the stage, several men in black robes led a group of children up and then raised their knives.

A flash of light appeared.