Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

"Whoa! Captain Yura! Stop explaining! We all know! 'His bones grew crooked'! A new excuse! It makes perfect sense!"

One of the drunken knights couldn't help but jeer, but was immediately drowned out by Kaeya's even louder laughter.

"Mr. Yichen! Are you... are you alright?"

The ensemble leader tried her best to maintain a serious demeanor, but the embarrassment and concern in her voice were undeniable.

Looking at Yichen, who was gasping for breath in pain, she felt her own head pounding.

Yi Chen finally managed to catch his breath from the excruciating pain.

He felt his self-healing mechanisms working frantically again, and the pain disappeared as quickly as the tide receded.

With a sliver of hope mixed with immense unease, he carefully, with trembling hands, lifted the fabric covering his left side again…

Under the moonlight, one could see the spot on his left side, the spot that Yura had just "manually reset"...

Suddenly, an even larger, more twisted, and more bizarrely shaped bulge appeared!

It was even more unrestrained and outrageous than the first time!

Yi Chen: "..."

He stared blankly at the "masterpiece of art" and carefully poked it with his finger.

"Hiss..." The familiar, awkward, and uncomfortable feeling came again.

The air seemed to freeze again.

Yi Chen slowly raised his head. At this moment, there was no pain, no embarrassment, no shame or indignation...

All that remained was despair.

He glanced around at the cast of this epic disaster film:

Yura was filled with shame and indignation, her head was practically steaming, and her eyes could kill.

The troupe leader, Qin, looked embarrassed and tried her best to maintain order.

Kaiya, eyes shining, frantically taking notes in a small notebook.

Lisa's smile is both dangerous and playful.

Diluc, expressionless.

There was also a large group of onlookers with varying expressions, ranging from shock to stifling laughter to exclaiming, "Holy crap, they can do that?!"

Finally, his gaze fell back on the "abstract rib sculpture" under his ribs.

Yi Chen's lips slowly tugged into a smile that was more like a grimace than a cry, filled with endless weariness and absurdity.

"tired……"

"This world... should just be destroyed."

"puff--!!!"

On the roof, Wendy, who could no longer contain herself, rolled off the eaves while laughing wildly!

But he moved as lightly as the wind, and with an elegant somersault in the air, he landed steadily in front of everyone.

"Hahaha! Destroy the world?! Because of a crooked rib?!"

Hahaha! Yichen, your reason... is absolutely unique in Teyvat!

Absolutely amazing! Hahaha! Barbatos above!

I hereby declare that you are the undisputed winner of this year's "Mundo's Most Desirable Reason to Destroy the World" award!

The prize is... uh... a bottle of fine dandelion wine! Hahaha!

Yura looked at Yichen's despairing expression, as if he had no will to live and only wanted the world to restart, and then at the even more outrageous bulge under his ribs...

What terrible things did I do in my past life to end up with such a freakish person?

The next second, she silently drew a... gleaming dagger from her waist?

"Hey! Yura! Calm down!"

Kaiya was startled.

Yura ignored him, walked up to the lifeless Yichen, looked at the bulge, gestured with the hilt of her dagger, and whispered through gritted teeth in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"...Shut up and lie down."

"This time... I'll just flatten it for you."

"I'll remember this grudge for the rest of my life!"

Chapter 17 Eye of God

A few minutes later, after Yi Chen was fully recovered and, with stumbling steps and under the "assistance" of Yura's murderous gaze, explained to everyone the cause and effect of "his ribs growing crookedly and needing physical repositioning (?)"—

The onlookers wore expressions of satisfaction, as if they had just enjoyed Mondstadt's best theatrical feast of the year, even though the process was absurd.

The captain, rubbing her throbbing temples, with a sense of exhaustion reminiscent of the hardships of Mondstadt, directed the still-enthusiastic knights to leave the scene.

Kaiya, clutching his little notebook filled with "precious historical materials," grinned like a fox who had stolen a chicken, and followed the group with satisfaction. Before leaving, he gave Yichen a look that said, "Big brother, I have high hopes for you."

Lisa gave an elegant yawn, glanced at Yichen and Youla, and left with the comment, "The 'friendship' of young people is so full of vitality~"

Diluc remained silent, nodded slightly as a farewell, and then turned and disappeared into the night.

Amber kept turning back to look at Yura and then at Yichen, her little face full of "Your relationship is so complicated, I don't understand it, but I'm deeply shocked," before she was finally pulled away by Jean.

The hustle and bustle subsided, and the cool moonlight once again bathed the streets, leaving only Yichen, Youla, and...

The bard, Wendy, who had somehow ended up sitting at the other end of the bench, swinging her legs and playing background music.

Yura stood to the side with her arms crossed, coldly looking at Wendy, then glaring at Yichen who was still unconsciously touching his ribs, and snorted without saying a word.

The atmosphere was subtly awkward.

Yi Chen scratched his head, looked at the person who had been watching from beginning to end and was laughing the loudest, and decided to break the silence.

"Hey, Wendy,"

"We've watched the show, we've had our fill of gossip...aren't you leaving yet?"

"Oh dear~ Don't be so cold, Brother Yichen~"

Wendy smiled as she packed her things away, like a satisfied cat.

"Now that we've seen the excitement, we need to clean up the mess."

As he spoke, he rummaged in his pocket as if performing a magic trick, then pulled out something and casually tossed it to Yichen.

"Here, catch. You dropped something."

Yi Chen instinctively reached out and caught it.

It feels cool to the touch, with a peculiar texture that makes you feel as if you can sense a gentle breeze.

He looked down.

In the palm of my hand, lying quietly, lies... the Eye of God.

The outer shell is made of antique metal, outlining the wings and bird silhouettes that symbolize Mondstadt.

The gemstones embedded within are pure and flawless, like the clearest sky—a deep blue-green!

"This is……"

Yura's eyes widened instantly, her gaze sweeping between Wendy and Yichen.

"...The Eye of God? Wind attribute?"

Her gaze finally settled on Yi Chen, her expression incredibly complex.

"Hmph... It seems that Lord Barbatos, who doesn't do anything productive, sometimes... has a pretty good eye."

Yura turned her face slightly away, but there seemed to be a very faint curve at the corner of her mouth, a curve that even she herself did not notice.

He held the gem that emitted a soft blue light, turning it over and over to examine it.

He felt neither excitement nor elation, only two enormous, almost tangible question marks.

"Eye of God?"

Yi Chen looked up, glanced at Yura, then at Wendy, and finally his gaze returned to the gem in his palm.

"For me?"

He pointed to his own nose, with a look that said, "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"Me? Do I have any... 'strong desires' or 'obsessions' that are worthy of the Eye of God's approval?"

"Old man Barbatos...did he drink too much apple wine? Or...mistaken him for someone else?"

"Is this thing... definitely from me?"

"Don't worry~"

Wendy lightly jumped off the bench and walked to Yichen's side.

"Just now, when you were rolling around on the ground, wincing in pain, I saw it 'roll' out of your arms with my own eyes~ It's the real deal, no kidding!"

He leaned closer to Yichen, his voice low and mysterious, carrying a faint scent of cider, and said in a tone only the two of them could hear:

"Perhaps... Lord Barbatos is drawn to your... well, your 'persistent' spirit of 'fighting for the freedom to slack off for life'?"

"or……"

Wendy blinked, glancing meaningfully at Yura, who stood beside her with her arms crossed and a cold expression.

"Do you think that in the future... you might need a bit more 'wind' to escape?"

Wendy straightened up and stretched.

"The stuff's delivered! Tonight's 'performance' was fantastic! Definitely worth the ticket price! Thanks, Yichen, Captain Youla! Remember to call me next time there's a 'good show' like this~ Bye-bye!"

Before the words were finished, a refreshing night breeze suddenly rose up, carrying a few drifting dandelion seeds.

When the wind subsided, the other end of the bench was empty, leaving only a faint, amused hum, as if the wind was whispering.

Yi Chen: "..."

He remained standing in the same position, holding the wind-attribute eye of the god, like a puppet under a spell.

The night wind ruffled his hair, and the moonlight fell on his bewildered face, as well as on the gem that emitted a soft blue light.

Looking at the treasure in his palm, a symbol of the Wind God's approval and coveted by countless people, only one thought kept repeating in his mind:

Barbatos...

Yura looked at Yichen's dazed expression, as if he were holding a hot potato and his brain had completely shut down, and then looked at the pure blue-green divine eye. In the end, she could only sigh helplessly, deeply, and for a long time.

"If there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

Yura spoke, but made no move.

Where are you going next? Are you going back to the tavern?

Yi Chen stretched and shook his head.

"It's getting late, and I should head back now. But let me take you home first, after all, I consider myself a gentleman."

"Hmph, then I'll reluctantly agree to your request. I'll remember this grudge."

Chapter 18 A fateful encounter

The next morning, the sun shone brightly and a gentle breeze blew.

Before the solemn building of the Knights of Favonius headquarters, the streets were bustling with traffic, gradually coming to life.

Instead of blocking people at the busy entrance, Yi Chen sat on a public bench not far across the street.

Beside him, there was still a bouquet of fresh flowers—this time white lilies, symbolizing "respect" and "integrity," paired with a touch of green ivy, which looked fresh and dignified, quite in line with the "business-like" tone of his confession to the troupe leader.

Yi Chen waited quietly, pondering how to quickly, clearly, and without annoying the leader of the troupe Qin when they met.

However, what first came into his view was not that dazzling blond hair and the crisp knight's uniform, but a languid and charming purple.

Lisa appeared quietly on the street corner without anyone noticing.