Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

Morax.

Fu She lowered his eyes and said softly.

Why haven't you arrived yet?

After devouring all of Yaksha's karmic burdens, the filthy aura had already covered the heavens and the earth, and could be clearly seen even from thousands of miles away. Theoretically, from the moment Fushe stepped into the soil of Liyue, Morax could sense his arrival.

But now, Fushe has been waiting for half an hour—the Rock King Emperor still has not arrived.

The contract has been made, so the Emperor will certainly abide by it.

Unless, other circumstances arise.

Fu She had a premonition that things were starting to get out of control.

He realized he had made a mistake, a mistake he shouldn't have made. He had been too blindly trusting of the Rock King Emperor. Even the Emperor could have an accident.

Fu She could feel the karmic obstacles slowly taking over his body. To call them karmic obstacles was an understatement; it was more like another version of himself. The system said he had three days left to live, but that was only the time his consciousness could remain.

The body is initially occupied by karmic obstacles, perhaps within a day.

He could feel himself transforming into another kind of being, more primitive, more advanced, more chaotic, and also more... terrifying.

As Fushe gazed at the unconscious Yakshas, ​​a strange impulse suddenly arose within him: he wanted to tear their necks apart.

call.

call.

He slowly exhaled a breath of white air.

During that half hour, he did consider suicide. In fact, Fushe had tried many times, and the closest he came was when his fingertips pierced through his chest and touched his heart.

Just a moment away, Fushe could have crushed it. But in that very moment, he could no longer take another step forward.

Karmic obstacles... or rather, another part of himself within him, prevented him from doing so.

When faced with death, the instinct for survival is incredibly powerful, and so is karmic retribution; at this moment of life and death, even the most fragile existence is defeated by it.

His arm was pulled out, and the huge bloody hole in his chest slowly healed. His heart started beating again, sending powerful and vigorous life force into his internal organs. His chest rose and fell slightly, and Fu She came back to life.

He couldn't kill himself.

Although he still has control over this body, he cannot kill himself, and this situation will become more and more serious as time goes by. He can wait quietly now, but perhaps after a few hours, he will not even be able to wait anymore.

He could only pierce his own heart again and again, and heal again and again, the wound scabbing over and falling off.

His thoughts grew increasingly violent, and he was about to be overwhelmed by the primal torrent of emotions. The Yaksha was an existence that protected the Way by killing, and at this moment, that instinct for killing was awakening uncontrollably.

It wants to devour... all living beings.

For six hundred years.

Fu She had never felt so helpless, never felt so lost. The silvery rain covered everything in the world. He stood alone on the vast earth, with no one to save him. He lowered his head and murmured: Come and kill me.

He was pleading for help—asking someone to kill him.

Why break the agreement when it was clearly agreed upon?

"Senior...Senior Brother?"

A voice that was almost...dry.

Fushe raised his eyes, and with difficulty opened them, he saw a pair of bright golden eyes.

Gan Yu.

His junior sister, Gan Yu.

The world was shrouded in torrential rain, with silvery-white rain streaks everywhere. Grim lightning poured down its cold light through the gaps in the clouds, and the sky seemed to be set ablaze with lightning, presenting a blood-red curtain.

Junior Sister was still as beautiful as ever, her long, silky sky-blue hair cascading down to her waist, her pure white robe embroidered with cloud patterns, her bright golden eyes narrowing slightly in shock, she subconsciously took a few steps back, staring at the terrifying floating abode.

The clear light from the lightning split the world in two, with the crack in the sea of ​​clouds as the central axis. The light illuminated one half as if it were daytime, while the other half sank into darkness and rain. Fu She knew that he was standing on the other side of the light, while his junior sister was in the light.

The most embarrassing and ugly scene was actually witnessed by the junior sister.

I'm such a useless senior.

Ha... He forced a bitter smile.

"Senior brother..." Gan Yu's voice trembled slightly as she stared blankly at the unconscious Yakshas, ​​murmuring, "...Senior brother?"

"Salt from the earth." She forced herself to calm down. "Did my senior brother make it?"

"That massacre...was it my senior brother...?"

Gan Yu paused, then stopped talking, because she didn't want to believe it, she didn't want to believe that her senior brother would do such a thing.

But now, Fushe's crazed face, covered in blood, his eyes filled with pure malice, and the severely injured and unconscious Yakshas—all vividly prove that thing.

Perhaps my senior brother has betrayed me.

"Senior brother...ha."

Gan Yu looked at him expectantly, her eyes still so kind and innocent, clear and pure like a fawn in the forest. Her chest heaved with excitement.

"Is all of this a lie?"

"It must be...it must be a rumor...Shall we...shall we go home?"

This is our last hope.

Fushe gazed at Gan Yu and slowly exhaled.

...So the news about the Salt of the Earth has already reached Liyue.

But he knew he could never go back.

He gritted his teeth, desperately suppressing the murderous urge surging within him. He wanted to kill Gan Yu, to pierce her spine. His heart and karma were waging a final war, and his face was contorted and grotesque due to the turmoil of his soul.

Gan Yu waited, waiting for his answer, her eyes still flickering with a flame called 'hope'. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and raindrops dripped down her delicate profile.

After a while, I don't know how much time had passed.

His senior brother's lips curled into a smile. He slowly straightened up and uttered the words through clenched teeth:

"Killing is so much fun..."

Like a child who has received a new toy, his karmic burdens, unique to Fushe, are enjoying their rebirth in the rain. He grins wildly, almost manic, and laughs heartily:

"Killing is so much fun!"

Karma thought of the salt in the earth, and of those foolish and lowly humans. He pierced through the chests of mortals, crushed their hearts, listened to their cries of agony, and watched them die in despair... Killing is so much fun!

Murder is so much fun.

No...don't.

The last hope in his eyes was extinguished, leaving only an emptiness.

Senior brother was looking at her, his eyes fixed on her. Qilin are spiritual beasts and auspicious beasts, and their perception of kindness and malice is quite obvious. As a Qilin, Gan Yu could clearly sense that killing intent.

The desire overflowing in those eyes... was clearly the most naked murderous intent.

Fushe wanted to kill her.

Gan Yu took a step back, her eyes trembling slightly with fear, her lips pale, and her shoulders shaking slightly. She didn't want to admit it, but she had to... she was afraid of her senior brother.

She wasn't afraid that someone wanted to kill her, but rather that the person who wanted to kill her was her senior brother.

I'm afraid of that... senior brother who can make jade, pearl, and white jade soup, who can pat my head with a smile, and who can accompany me to go shopping and watch fireworks...

So unfamiliar.

Everything is broken.

It's all fake.

Murder is so much fun, murder is so much fun, murder is so much fun...

A torrent of frenzied emotions completely overwhelmed Fu She's soul. He lowered his head and walked step by step toward Gan Yu, his scarlet eyes reflecting Gan Yu's face.

A sinister smile twisted at the corner of Ye Zhang's mouth. He raised his hand, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant. A torrent of karmic power gathered in his palm; he was about to kill Gan Yu, and kill Fu She's junior sister...

Gan Yu did not resist. Her eyes were empty and blank, and the stream of water on her cheeks was a mixture of tears and rain. She awaited the arrival of death.

Its fingertips had already touched the latter's cheek. It could imagine that in the next instant, the Qilin's head would shatter and blood would splatter all over the ground... But, in that very instant, its body stopped.

The karmic obstacle stared at its hand with a hint of surprise; it trembled slightly but could not take another step forward.

Fushe was struggling.

Although the situation has reversed, and karmic obstacles now dominate the body, the consciousness of floating away has not yet dissipated.

The instinct for survival is the most powerful emotion in the world.

Just as Fushe cannot commit suicide, nor can he control this body to kill Yezhang... Yezhang also cannot use this body to kill Fushe's junior sister.

This also means that Fushe values ​​Ganyu more than anyone else.

Karmic obstacles are about seeking one's own survival, while frivolous giving is about seeking the survival of others.

In the previous half hour, Fu She had lost countless times, but this time, he won.

He regained control of his body.

"Come...kill me."

He struggled to utter the words from deep in his throat.

He could no longer speak.

He is making a request.

This was his final request.

Fu She stared at Gan Yu, a ferocious smile spreading across his lips, but deep in his eyes was a pleading tenderness. He struggled and trembled, battling his evil self time and time again, his soul shattered.

He so wished that Gan Yu could understand his heart, so wished that Gan Yu could still trust him in the end, so wished that Gan Yu could listen to him carefully... so wished that their hearts could connect.

But he failed.

Gan Yu's empty and vacant eyes... all she could see was the twisted smile on his lips, but she couldn't read his eyes.

Under the disappointed and sorrowful gaze of Fushe.

Gan Yu took a step back, retreating continuously. Her mind was blank, filled with immense grief and sorrow. "Come and kill me," that hoarse, malicious provocation echoed in Gan Yu's mind for a long time.