Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

Author: Fire of Comedy

Brief introduction: Thanks for the invitation. I'm currently in Teyvat, working part-time...

Until that day, after the awakening of the mission lottery system... as long as you complete the mission, you can participate in the lottery.

So, in order to complete the mission...

Yura: You're lying when you tell me you're confessing... I absolutely don't believe you. You must be afraid of being rejected again. Don't worry, my love, I'll tell you my love properly...

Shen He: You are the red rope that can bind me, so those who come to bother us will have to disappear.

Ayaka Kamisato: Complete the mission? Is that your excuse? Well then, I'll give you a mission too.

Yi Chen: Hehe, I must survive!

Chapter 1 99 Confessions

(This is a lighthearted, slice-of-life story set before the Traveler appears. The Traveler will appear later in the story. The protagonist is unaware of the plot. Please refrain from negative comments if you don't like it.)

As dawn broke over Mondstadt, the crisp air was filled with the lingering scent of wheat from the taverns and the fragrance of newly blooming flowers from the flower shops.

At the city gate, a tall, handsome young man who bore a striking resemblance to Sasuke stood quietly, clutching a delicate food box and a bunch of Cecilia flowers glistening with morning dew.

The guards leaned against the weathered stone wall, already used to this scene.

A young knight yawned, sleepily nudged his companion with his elbow, and spoke in a hoarse voice, tinged with undisguised teasing:

"Hey, are you counting? This must be... the ninety-ninth time, right?"

The old guard beside him stroked his beard, his gaze sweeping over the young man's handsome face, which seemed to glow softly even in the morning light. His tone was filled with deep regret and bewilderment:

"Brother Yichen, it's not that I'm criticizing you... but with that kind of perseverance, you'll succeed at anything! Why fixate on that one thing..."

He paused, seemingly considering his words, but ultimately used a term commonly used in the streets and alleys of Mondstadt.

"...The 'remnants' of the Lawrence family? So many girls in the city have their hearts set on you."

Three years ago, this young man named Yichen entered Mondstadt like a breath of fresh air.

The youthful spirit and mature composure of his youth blended strangely together, and coupled with his impeccable appearance, he almost instantly won the uncrowned title of "Mondstadt's most handsome man".

If he so desired, the love letters and flirtatious glances carefully crafted by the girls of Mondstadt would be enough to overwhelm him.

However, to everyone's surprise, his gaze never lingered on those bright smiles, but instead remained firmly fixed on the most solitary figure in Mondstadt, a deep blue—Yura Lawrence.

From a certain day forward, regardless of the weather, whether it was sunny or rainy, hot or cold, in the early morning twilight or the afterglow of dusk, he could always be seen holding a carefully prepared bento box or bouquet of flowers, standing where Yura might appear, repeating that seemingly unanswerable confession.

Ninety-eight times we have suffered defeats and setbacks; today marks the ninety-ninth charge.

This almost obsessive pursuit did not diminish his charm; on the contrary, it earned him an even more resounding title amidst the idle chatter of taverns and the sighs of young girls—"Mondstadt's First Affectionate One."

Just then, Yi Chen's clear voice rang out.

"Hmph, how can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan?"

His gaze swept over the old guard who had just uttered the word "remnant," and beneath that gentle exterior of "first affection" gleamed an undeniable sharpness:

"Furthermore, she has a name and surname; she is Yura Lawrence. The word 'remnant' is far too harsh and offensive coming from a knight's mouth. And to speak so rudely..."

He weighed the lunchbox in his arms, which smelled enticingly of food, and spoke in a calm yet threatening tone.

"Please make your own arrangements for tomorrow's special sandwiches and energy coffee."

"Hey! Don't do that, bro!"

The young guard immediately panicked, his face plastered with a fawning smile, frantically rummaging through his money pouch.

This "affectionate" man brings them the most sought-after breakfasts in Mondstadt every day without fail, which has become an indispensable source of warmth and comfort in their monotonous guard duty.

"Miss Yura, it's Miss Yura!"

He counted the Mora as he hurriedly added, his tone incredibly sincere.

"Brother, I sincerely wish you great success this time! When the good news comes, I'll be the first to come and celebrate with you, and I'll make sure you get plenty of money as a gift!"

Yi Chen took Mora, who still carried the warmth of the guard's body; his fingertips were slightly cool.

His gaze, however, had already passed over the guard's shoulder and was firmly locked on the distant street corner—that familiar, aloof blue figure, like a solitary orchid in an icy wilderness, was slowly approaching in the morning light.

He took a deep breath, the slightly chilly morning air mixed with the crisp fragrance of Cecilia flowers filling his lungs. He hugged the food box and bouquet tighter, took a step forward, and resolutely faced the ninety-ninth time that his heart longed for.

In the distance, the morning light bathed Mondstadt in a pale gold glow.

Yura Lawrence's figure slowly emerged from the end of the long street. Her steps were steady, but her beautiful eyes flickered almost imperceptibly the moment they touched the familiar figure at the city gate.

Sure enough... here we go again.

This thought, carrying a secret expectation that she herself had not yet delved into, quietly swept across her heart.

Yura subconsciously took a deep breath, the cool morning breeze filling her lungs, forcibly suppressing the warmth that was about to break through her icy mask.

Her delicate chin was slightly raised, and she tried her best to tighten every inch of her facial lines to ensure that her aloof "ice block face" was impeccable.

Checking her appearance—her uniform was crisp and wrinkle-free, and her silver hair ornaments reflected a cold luster in the morning light.

She even tilted her head slightly, letting a wisp of morning breeze brush against her neck, confirming that the specially chosen, cool and elegant fragrance, like that of cedar and ice mist flowers, still lingered around her.

Every step he took was grounded in the aloofness that "Lawrence" should possess and the indescribable heartbeat of "Yura" at this moment.

Yi Chen had already come to greet him, his steps light and quick, carrying the unique vigor of youth.

On that handsome face, revered by the girls of Mondstadt, the smile was like the morning light piercing through the clouds, pure and dazzling.

He handed over the bouquet of Cecilia flowers in his arms, glistening with dewdrops. The petals were as white as snow, and in the sunlight, they seemed to hold tiny stars.

"I like you, Yura. Please date me with marriage in mind."

The sunlight generously poured down, dancing on Yi Chen's eyelashes, gilding his gentle lips with warm gold, and outlining his tall figure like a sculpture bathed in divine grace.

This dazzling beauty, with its almost suffocating impact, came rushing towards us.

Yura's heart skipped a beat.

No! You can't watch this!

The painful "lesson" of the 91st time instantly exploded in my mind—it was because when he lowered his head and smiled, his eyes were so focused that I was so distracted that I almost let the word "good" slip out!

She almost desperately forced her gaze open, fixing it on the vines climbing the city wall or the reflection of the guards' shoulder armor.

To cover it up, Yura almost rudely took the bouquet of flowers, but her fingertips unconsciously tightened, feeling the touch of the tender petals and the dampness of the cool dew.

A refreshing fragrance instantly entered her nostrils, diluting the icy aura she had deliberately maintained.

Yura snorted coldly, deliberately lowering her voice to make it even colder.

"They dared to harass the Mondstadt guerrilla captain again on the patrol route, interfering with official duties. I'll remember this grudge!"

Chapter 2 The Mysterious Vengeful Woman

The expected rejection did not dim Yi Chen's smile in the slightest.

He walked alongside her with perfect ease, as if it were a habit ingrained in his very bones.

At the same time, the carefully prepared bento box was stuffed into Yura's empty hand without any room for refusal.

The wooden food box, still warm from his palm, felt heavy.

"Here's today's bento box,"

His tone was as relaxed as if he were talking about the weather, but a barely perceptible expectation lingered in his eyes.

"I made improvements strictly according to your suggestions last time."

Yura's fingers, which were holding the food box, curled slightly; the box seemed to still retain the warmth of his embrace.

She felt her cheeks burning uncontrollably, and could only stiffen her neck, casting her gaze further into the distant fruit wine lake, using an even louder "humph" to mask her embarrassment:

"Hmph! Arrogant! They even investigated the guerrilla captain's private tastes and preferences so thoroughly. This kind of invasion of privacy is simply... simply heinous! I'll remember this grudge!"

"You told me that yourself."

Yi Chen blinked innocently, his voice carrying a hint of mischievous laughter, precisely piercing through her carefully constructed defenses.

Yura was speechless for a moment, and the blush on her cheeks could no longer be suppressed, like the morning glow dyeing the snow-capped peaks.

She abruptly turned her head to one side, her hair tracing a stubborn arc with the movement. She pursed her lips tightly, refusing to utter another word, as if she wanted to chew up and swallow the shame and anger of being seen through.

Knowing when to stop, Yi Chen halted amidst the well-meaning, suppressed laughter of the city gate guards, who seemed to have seen through everything. He waved to her, his smile still bright.

"That's enough for today. The sunset this afternoon will be beautiful; I'll wait for you at our usual spot. Remember to come back early after your patrol."

"...Arrogant! Who gave you permission to decide the daily schedule of the Knights of Favonius guerrilla captain? I'll remember this grudge."

Yura stopped in her tracks, but did not turn around.

Her cool voice was extremely low, carrying a complex emotion that only she could understand, drifting in the morning breeze. It was unclear whether she was speaking to him or to herself.

Don't think that just because you've managed to avoid ninety-nine failures, you can become complacent—

Her voice grew softer and softer, her gaze drifting towards the towering spires of Mondstadt in the distance, as if that were her last line of defense.

"Wait, wait until you slink away in disgrace for the hundredth time..."

"...this persistent, disturbing sin..."

She gripped the warm lunchbox and the dew-kissed bouquet tightly in her hands, her fingertips turning slightly white from the pressure.

"...I absolutely, absolutely make you pay double."

Before she could finish speaking, Yura seemed unable to bear the chilling silence and the focused gaze behind her any longer, or perhaps she was afraid that her feigned coldness would melt away completely in the next second. Suddenly, she took long strides and rushed into the shadows of the open gates of Mondstadt without looking back, leaving only the faint fragrance of cedar and ice flowers in the air.

Yichen only caught a few indistinct syllables from Yura's whispers.

He watched the dark blue figure disappear almost hastily into the shadows of the city gate's arcade, the smile on his lips fading away. He turned sharply, his steps light as he merged into the gradually bustling crowds of Mondstadt in the early morning, his direction clear—the Deer Hunter's Restaurant.

In his mind, an electronic voice filled with inorganic mockery rang out precisely on time. It was the travel companion he had "happily acquired" fifty days ago—the [Task Lottery System].

[Beep! The host has successfully completed the 99th confession to the designated target. The process meets the standards, and the emotional performance is excellent.]

Yi Chen nimbly navigated the crowded streets, accustomed to the notification sounds in his mind. He even straightened a pot of windmill chrysanthemums that had been knocked askew by a passerby when he passed a flower shop.

He skillfully responded in his mind:

"System, what if... I mean, what if Yura suddenly has a brain fart for the 100th time and actually agrees? Then what about the subsequent missions...?"

[Pfft—!]

The system's electronic voice simulated an extremely realistic laugh, as if the person had choked on saliva, filled with undisguised mockery.

[Holy crap! Host, the first thing you should do right now is to rush home immediately! Tear up that copy of "The Domineering Commander Falls in Love with Me" under your pillow! Burn it! Throw it into the Fruit Wine Lake to feed the fish!]

Wake up, honey! You don't actually think you can win over that descendant of the Lawrence family with a hundred of these blatant, sexually harassing, clock-in-the-work-style confessions? Naïve! Childish! You're hopelessly infatuated!

The system's rants came like a machine gun, each word piercing the heart; however, thankfully, the system had a loli voice.

Yi Chen stopped in his tracks at the tempting aroma of roasted meat wafting from the Deer Hunter Restaurant. Instead of the frustration of being criticized by the system, his face lit up with a mixture of relief and smugness, as if saying, "Just as I thought."

"Phew...that's good, that's good."

He patted his chest dramatically, as if a huge burden had been lifted, then habitually raised his hand to tidy his hair, which had been neatly styled by the morning breeze. He raised an eyebrow at the impeccably handsome face reflected in the shop window, his tone carrying three parts relief and seven parts narcissism:

"Sigh, I'm just worried about my damn, uncontrollable charm. What if I accidentally unleash it at full power one day and bewitch her into agreeing to be with me? That would ruin her future! After all, a perfect man like me is a walking 'danger'."

He pushed open the wooden door of the Deer Hunter Restaurant, and the crisp sound of wind chimes mingled with the aroma of food.

Three years ago, Yichen's life was completely derailed by a reckless "otherworldly truck" that crashed into Mondstadt in Teyvat.

The start was incredibly difficult – a stranger in a strange land, penniless, barely able to speak the language, and Yi Chen hadn't even read much of the story.

But with his face and a fairly quick mind, he managed to accumulate a small amount of "early capital" by working three jobs a day (unloading goods for the Angels' Gifts in the morning, working as a waiter for the Deer Hunters at noon, and helping out at the blacksmith's shop in the evening), amidst sweat and the clanging of mora.

Now, life has finally climbed from "survival" to the passing grade of "living" - I only need to work two jobs a day to maintain a decent standard!

The [Task Lottery System] that he awakened fifty days ago is the dawn that will help him escape his fate as a corporate slave!

As long as you complete the designated tasks issued by the system, you can draw various amazing rewards!

The current task of "confessing to Yura Lawrence 100 times" is practically a "slacking-off skill" tailor-made for him!

Low risk, high return.

If he could just stand at the city gate this afternoon and recite "I like you" for the 100th time in front of Yura's icy face... a glittering lottery wheel would beckon to him!