Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

"In short, the most important thing right now is to buy my own house! This is my dream, it's the most important thing ever!"

"dream……"

Yura softly repeated the word, turning her head to look at Yichen.

The setting sun cast a soft, warm glow on his profile, making him appear less carefree and more composed than usual.

"...This is the first time I've heard you use that word."

Yi Chen nodded vigorously, his eyes fixed on the varied rooftops of Mondstadt in the distance. His gaze seemed to pierce through the stone walls, revealing a warm and inviting vision of the future.

"My dream is actually quite simple. It's to buy a big house and live a peaceful and stable life. To come home from get off work on time every day, cook whatever I want to eat, and lie in my own yard basking in the sun..."

"...Then, I'll find someone I love, get married, and have a few lively and adorable children. And on the day my daughter grows up and gets married..."

As he said this, he suddenly sniffed hard, making an exaggerated expression as if he was about to cry.

"...I absolutely have to hold her and cry my heart out at her wedding! Like, really cry my eyes out! Just thinking about it makes me feel... yeah! Perfect!"

Eula: “…”

She fell completely silent. Holding the warm pancake, she looked at the man beside her who had just created the most extravagant and romantic confession in Mondstadt's history, describing in the most longing tone an ultimate dream that was... as ordinary as could be, even a little "unambitious."

A peaceful life? Getting married and having children? Crying at his daughter's wedding?

What is this all about?

An extremely complex emotion suddenly gripped Yura.

She wanted to laugh, but also felt a strange pang of sadness.

Looking into his eyes, at the pure and sincere longing, that almost obsessive yearning for "ordinary happiness," she suddenly felt...

This man's heart was perhaps more... unfathomable than she imagined, yet unexpectedly... ridiculously tender.

Yura opened her mouth, wanting to say something, such as "Your dream is too ordinary" or "It's too embarrassing to cry at your daughter's wedding," but in the end, all her words turned into a very soft sigh.

She lowered her head, finally picked up a muffin, and took a small bite.

It was very sweet, and the warm taste spread to a corner of my heart that had been frozen for a long time.

"……Fool."

"Ah? What did you say?"

Yi Chen snapped out of his reverie about his grand dream.

"nothing,"

Yura answered quickly, took another bite of the pancake, and mumbled, "..."

"...Hurry up and eat your pancake, it's getting cold."

The next day, the sun shone brightly. Thanks to the Knights' work efficiency being greatly improved due to the outsourcing plan, and the fact that a certain acting leader was in an exceptionally good mood, Yi Chen's leave application process was incredibly smooth.

He followed Yura with great interest to the western district of Mondstadt, a quiet place shrouded in the shadow of the Lawrence family's history.

Upon entering this area, a cool and serene atmosphere, completely different from the hustle and bustle of Mondstadt's main city, immediately permeates the air.

Yi Chen, however, was completely unaware, his gaze sweeping over the villas, some elegant and some dilapidated, like a searchlight.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he pointed to the largest and most architecturally impressive building among them.

"Yura! Yura! I want this!"

Yura looked in the direction he was pointing, then slapped his hand away in annoyance.

"That's my house! I won't sell it to you!"

"Ah...that's it..."

The excitement on Yi Chen's face vanished at a visible speed, like a large dog that had been doused with cold water.

He faltered for a few seconds, but quickly rallied and began searching for new targets.

Finally, his gaze settled on a villa not too far from Yura's house. It looked a bit old, but it had a spacious courtyard with a smooth surface and even a few old training stakes.

"That's it!"

Yi Chen slapped his thigh, quite satisfied.

"It even has its own training ground! Perfect!"

"Training Course?"

Yura crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow, and mercilessly exposed his lie.

"When did you ever need a training ground? Aren't you known as the 'Mondstadt Elbow King,' someone who can rely on just one move?"

"Who said all I can do is elbow strike!"

Yi Chen, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately jumped up and retorted.

You underestimate me.

"Let me tell you, Yura, I am a hidden master of swordsmanship! I have an extremely rich theoretical and practical background!"

As he spoke, his expression turned solemn, as if he were trying to prove something.

A faint light flashed from the Eye of God at his waist, and the next moment, the Black Gold Ancient Blade appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The heavy weight made his wrist sink slightly, but he immediately used the "Kendo Master (Theoretical Version)" knowledge that automatically appeared in his mind to adopt a fairly standard and imposing starting stance.

At the same time, a deep, majestic, epic, and battle-ready background music suddenly rang out around him without warning, as if it had its own invisible speakers, instantly shattering the silence of the place:

"With heartfelt joy~ (exhilarating prelude)"

Yi Chen maintained his starting stance, proudly raising his chin at Youla with a smug look on his face that seemed to say, "You're probably crying from how handsome I am."

"How about that, Yura? That aura! That style! Impressive, isn't it!"

Eula: “…”

The expression on her face shifted from confusion to shock, finally settling on a blank and utterly speechless state.

She even subconsciously looked around, trying to find the hidden band of bards.

"You...you weapon..."

Yura's voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the sheer shock of absurdity.

"Why is there background music?!"

She felt her吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments) power burning wildly.

Just as Yi Chen was about to explain, Youla took a deep breath and quickly accepted this absurd premise.

Since it happened to Yichen, even the most outrageous things seem reasonable.

With a flick of her wrist, the icy blue pine-shaped instrument was already in her hand, and a slight chill emanated from her.

Yura's eyes sharpened, and she entered battle mode.

"Let the guerrilla captain of the Knights of Favonius personally test the mettle of your 'master swordsmanship'!"

"Is it really possible?"

Yi Chen's eyes lit up, but then a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

"Captain Yura, if we lose later, won't you say 'I'll remember this grudge' again?"

"Enough talk! Take this!"

Yura gave a light rebuke, no longer giving him a chance to talk back, and tentatively thrust her sword straight at him.

She didn't use her full strength; she was testing the waters.

Upon seeing this, Yi Chen immediately dropped his joking expression and focused intently on drawing upon the theoretical knowledge in his mind.

The "theoretical master" instantly possessed him. His footwork, blocking, and power generation were all methodical, calm, and powerful, showing the style of a master. He skillfully deflected Yura's straight thrust and even used the momentum to launch a counterattack!

A genuine look of surprise flashed in Yura's eyes.

This guy... he actually knows how to use a sword?

Moreover, this method... is exceptionally solid and orthodox, not at all like a self-taught approach, but rather the result of years of hard practice!

This is the complete opposite of his monstrous elbow strikes!

Her curiosity grew stronger, and she gradually increased the strength and speed of her sword strikes, the icy blue light enveloping Yi Chen like a sudden storm.

Yi Chen suddenly felt immense pressure.

Although he scored full marks in theory, he had almost no practical experience. His body relied entirely on reaction and theory. Facing a seasoned swordsman like Yura, he immediately appeared somewhat overwhelmed.

But what terrified him even more was that with each swing of his black gold ancient sword to parry and dodge, he could clearly feel his life force slowly draining away!

"Stop! Stop! Stop! We're not fighting anymore! We're not fighting anymore!"

After barely managing to hold on for a few more moves, Yi Chen suddenly leaped back a large step, panting heavily as he waved his hands, beads of sweat even forming on his forehead.

"Yura, stop! If you keep hitting me... I'm going to die!"

Upon hearing this, Yura immediately sheathed her sword and stood still.

“’Sent it’? Hmm, what does that mean? Your complexion… doesn’t look too good.”

She noticed Yi Chen's unusual paleness, which didn't seem to be due to strenuous exercise, but rather... excessive blood loss?

Yi Chen looked at the stylish but utterly useless black gold ancient sword in his hand with a face full of disgust.

Why? !

Why does it automatically deduct health just from using it in combat without causing any damage?!

What kind of self-harm device is this?!

Although thanks to the terrifying regenerative power of the self-healing factor, this small amount of health loss can be fully restored in less than a second, and you can even accumulate heroic points in the process.

But he couldn't possibly unleash a fully charged "deliberate punch" on Yura, could he?!

Was that a friendly sparring match or a murder plot?

Seeing his strange expression as he grimaced at the weapon, Yura, being incredibly intelligent, seemed to understand something.

"You're the kind of 'sword master' who might die for some inexplicable reason before the enemy even falls in the middle of a fight?"

"puff--!"

Yi Chen felt as if an arrow had been precisely pierced his heart.

"Don't say it out loud!"

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Chapter 35 New Renovation

Yi Chen patted off non-existent dust from his body and put the damned black gold ancient sword back into the Eye of God.

He stood with his hands on his hips, a confident "this is it" expression on his face, pointing to the villa with the training ground.

"I want this house!"

After a short rest, Yichen and Youla pushed open the somewhat heavy carved wooden door of the abandoned villa.

The door hinges creaked out with a long sigh, as if telling of years of silence.

Sunlight streamed through the dusty glass window, casting hazy streaks of light that illuminated the swirling dust particles.

The interior space is indeed spacious and the ceiling height is quite impressive, but the overall atmosphere is one of antiquity.

Heavy, dark velvet curtains, intricately carved dark wood furniture, faded, ornate decorations on the walls…

Everything exuded the dullness of the old aristocratic era and a lingering sense of oppression.

Yura looked around at the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings, frowned slightly, and spoke again.

"I'm reminding you one last time,"

"Choosing to live here means enduring the strange looks and endless gossip from some people in Mondstadt. The Lawrence surname is original sin here."

Yi Chen waved his hand dismissively. He walked to the window, forcefully pulled open a small section of the heavy curtain, letting more sunlight in and illuminating the clear dust tracks on the floor.

"I don't care what others say."

"Anyway, humans are just like flocks of pigeons. If one pigeon flies to the right, the rest of the pigeons will also fly to the right."