He had already gone blind as soon as he arrived in Genshin Impact.

The person had just arrived in Genshin Impact and had already gone blind. (Author: Shi Yu Yu Shi)

Main character: ["Wu Di"]?

Synopsis: (A mix of sweet and angst; proceed with caution if you dislike this type of content)

(Mondstadt Chapter Ended) (Liyue Chapter Ended) (Inazuma Chapter Ended)

After enduring eighteen years of hardship, Wu Di finally ended his fate on his birthday.

When Wu Di regained consciousness, he discovered that he was not dead. Instead, he had arrived in a new world, a world called Teyvat.

However, the price he paid was blindness, but for Wu Di, that price was far too light.

For Wu Di, being given a new life is incredibly precious...

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Why Chapter 1?

Summer dusks are also incredibly hot.

Most of the workers on the construction site are migrant workers in their forties and fifties. They work hard for their families, but they are not highly educated and can only come here to earn money through physical labor.

Among them was an out-of-place figure, a young man who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old.

He was working hard to move bricks, and even though he was sweating profusely and his skin was sunburned, he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Wu Di had long been accustomed to this hardship. Because he was underage and had never been to school, no one wanted him, so he had no choice but to come here. This kind of life had been going on for several years, and he had gotten used to it, constantly reminding himself of it.

Be patient.

The people working around them looked at the boy, who was about the same age as their own children, but didn't say anything. Most people who come here to earn money through physical labor at this age do so because of family misfortunes or other reasons.

Wu Di has received many such sympathetic glances over the years, and some people have also shown him kindness, but he has politely declined them all.

For Wu Di, rather than accepting these acts of kindness to make himself feel better, it was better to simply refuse them. This way, he could at least make himself stronger; he wouldn't allow himself to become weak.

Once you become weak, you won't be able to keep going...

A while later, a man who looked like a contractor arrived at the scene. He beckoned everyone to his side. The contractor had come to pay wages, since everyone, including Wu Di, was paid daily.

Wu Di was always happy when the contractors paid their wages, as he looked forward to seeing how much he had accomplished that day.

Watching everyone in front of him receive their wages and leave, Wu Di felt a little nervous, and a tense expression unconsciously appeared on his dark face.

When it was finally his turn, Wu Di looked at the somewhat stout middle-aged man in front of him, wondering how much he could get, because he had moved more bricks today than yesterday.

The foreman glanced at the dark-skinned young man in front of him, who had only recently arrived, then looked at the list in front of him, and finally handed over the 200 yuan in his hand.

"Here you go, this is your wages for today."

Wu Di was dumbfounded, because the 200 yuan in front of him was 50 yuan less than yesterday's.

"This, the contractor, this, this isn't right, is it?"

Wu Di was getting anxious. He looked at the 200 yuan in a daze, then looked at the contractor in front of him and asked his question.

"Hmph, what do you have to say to a minor who can't even produce an ID card?"

"I'm already being kind by letting you work and earn money here!"

"It's only 200 yuan, not a penny more or less, take it or leave it!"

"No, I won't even give you 200!"

Faced with the contractor's ultimatum, Wu Di was stunned. The middle-aged man in front of him looked like a vicious vampire, staring at him menacingly.

【endure.】

Wu Di silently accepted the 200 yuan, lowered his head, and no one could detect the fleeting despair in the depths of his eyes.

Wu Di left the construction site dejectedly and began his journey home.

As he was getting closer to home, Wu Di suddenly remembered something and jogged into a small alley.

When he returned, the 200 yuan was 5 yuan short. Wu Di carefully put away the things he had bought.

Then we arrived at a very dilapidated and old-fashioned building.

The people living here are mostly poor, or those whose families have suffered misfortunes and have no other choice but to come here.

Moreover, the environment here is extremely harsh, with all sorts of indescribable stench permeating the air.

Wu Di had lived here for a long time and had become somewhat accustomed to the environment. He walked to the door in the corner of the third floor, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Upon smelling the strong odor of alcohol, Wu Di silently went inside, closed the door, and saw a drunk and disheveled man.

This is Wu Di's father.

He took another deep breath, then went to the man's side and handed him the money from his pocket.

Upon seeing the money, the man instantly sobered up, snatched it from Wu Di's hand, and began counting it carefully.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared as the amount of money in his hand decreased. He counted it again with a dark expression to confirm that it was correct.

He suddenly raised his head and started cursing loudly.

"How come you have less money today than yesterday? Huh? All you know is how to slack off, huh! You good-for-nothing!"

"I didn't raise you to be lazy! You're here to serve me!"

"I should have shot you into the wall back then! You piece of trash."

Faced with the man's insults, Wu Di did not refute anything, but lowered his head and endured the storm of words.

Because rebuttals will not elicit a positive response; they will only escalate the insults.

Just be patient...

Seeing the boy with his head down in front of him, the man felt that the other party was ignoring him, and he was immediately enraged. He grabbed a nearby bottle.

"I'm talking to you! How dare you ignore me, you piece of trash!"

Snapped!

The bottle hit Wu Di hard on the head, then shattered into pieces and scattered everywhere.

A stream of blood slowly flowed down Wu Di's head.

Wu Di was already used to the pain; he maintained the same posture without changing his position.

Perhaps because he had been hit, or perhaps because he had seen blood, the man gradually calmed down and then spoke loudly.

"Seeing you, you unlucky thing, makes me angry. Get the hell out of here!"

[Just be patient and everything will be fine...]

Hearing the man's words, Wu Di left silently. He went to the small bathroom and took out the only gauze and alcohol he had left at home.

Carefully remove the shards of the bottle from his head, rinse off the blood with water, and then disinfect with alcohol.

The pain of the process had numbed Wu Di somewhat; he was used to it. He simply bandaged it with gauze and then it was over.

As for going to the hospital?

No money.

Wu Di took a broom, swept up all the broken pieces of the wine bottle, and then dumped them into the trash can.

Wu Di glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye and saw that he was drunk again and snoring loudly, seemingly fast asleep.

Seeing this, Wu Di went to his small room and carefully took out the thing he had just bought from his pocket: a small cake.

Wu Di remembers that today is his birthday. After today, he will be 18 years old and an adult.

As far back as Wu Di can remember, that man had been relentlessly beating his mother and himself. Each time, his mother would protect him while he endured the man's brutal beatings, leaving him covered in bruises and wounds.

But the mother didn't utter a sound. The man got bored after a while and stopped hitting her.

Her mother took her back to the small room, and even though she was covered in bruises, she would smile and tell herself.

endure.

Just be patient.

Just be patient and everything will be fine.

But why did you, Mom, secretly run away by yourself in the end?

why?

why?

why?

Why did you leave me?

Why did you abandon me?

Why didn't you take me with you when you left?

Mom, do you also think that I am a burden?

Wu Di's face, which had been expressionless, was now incredibly ferocious and twisted. He kept tearing at his hair, and the wounds that had been bandaged were now bleeding again. Combined with his incredibly ferocious and twisted face, he looked just like a demon.

Upon seeing the small cake on the table, Wu Di suddenly returned to normal, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Wu Di stretched out his blood-soaked hand, took the small cake, and slowly put it into his mouth. He took a small bite, and as he chewed, the smile on his face became more and more exaggerated.

"Mom, you're lying, the cake isn't sweet at all."

Unbeknownst to Wu Di, his tears had become mingled with blood.

Mom, you once said that children who smile a lot will have good luck.

But Mom, why?

Why am I in so much pain? I haven't experienced the good luck you mentioned, Mom.

And Mom, if good luck can accumulate, then I hope that the good luck of these past ten years or so will bring me something.

Let me—have—never—been—in—this—world!

If I am destined to suffer so much, why was I brought into this world in the first place?

Why? Mom.