Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

He spoke with unwavering conviction and resounding force, as if he were not the one who had just been wailing in fear of being hacked to pieces.

A radiant, even slightly obsequious smile bloomed on Yi Chen's face.

"You truly are! The best system in the universe! Throughout history! In heaven and on earth! Without equal! My admiration for you is as deep as the waters of Fruit Wine Lake..."

Well done, Host!

Since ancient times, deep affection has been fleeting, but cunning wins hearts! Those who understand the times are true heroes! This system admires your ability to be flexible (and greedy)!

[System reward received: Starting capital - 1000000 Mora!]

Yi Chen felt the small purse at his waist, which had originally contained Sarah's wages and now looked incredibly shabby, suddenly bulge and seem about to burst under an invisible force! The heavy, wonderful feel of Mora and the unique coolness of metal were clearly transmitted through the fabric!

This 'angel investment' must be used wisely! Flowers, gifts, candlelight dinners... the necessary 'affectionate' treatment must be given full consideration!

Anyway~ Host, you're now a man with 'Deadpool-level healing factor'!

Broken arms and legs? No big deal!

[Stabbed through by the Wind Eagle Sword? A good night's sleep will do the trick!]

Even if they were to be 'cracked with a machete' by Jean or the angry citizens of Mondstadt...

[...At worst, I can just stand there and pretend I cracked and then glued myself back together!]

[Abstract God of War, fearless! Go! Pikachu! Towards Captain Jean's office! Launching the 101st charge! (Oh no, the first!)]

Yi Chen clutched tightly to the bulging, heavy Mora money bag at his waist, a symbol of "money power" and "guarantee of recklessness."

He took a deep breath of the evening breeze in Mondstadt, which carried the scent of wine, and his gaze was already fixed on the solemn spire of the Knights of Favonius headquarters.

On his face was an abstract radiance that was both incredibly complex and exceptionally resolute, a mixture of "Mora is so good," "Contact lenses are so cool," and "Anyway, I won't die, so let's do whatever we want!"

"Commander Qin... wait for me!"

He murmured softly,

"Your first expression of deep affection is coming soon!"

Chapter 8 Qin, I Like You

Inside the Angel's Gift Tavern, warm candlelight lazily licked the oak bar, and the rich aroma of dandelion liquor and the warmth of roasted pine wood in the air were now covered by an even more intense and intoxicating scent called "Winning Money."

Behind the bar, Diluc was wiping the crystal goblets.

Kaiya was lying on a small mountain of Mora without any regard for his image, the shiny Mora reflecting off his dark face.

The Mora beads danced, spun, and collided between his fingertips, producing a crisp, melodious "ding-dong—ding-dong—"

"Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty..."

"Hehehe... I've got my drinks covered for the next three months!"

In a corner of the tavern, the Knights of Favonius, who had been brought there by Kaeya under the pretext of "a great opening victory and a cause for universal celebration," were in an atmosphere as bubbling as a boiling pot.

The clinking of glasses produced a loud, crisp sound, and the boisterous laughter nearly lifted the roof off.

The core of the topic, of course, is the tragicomedy of "a hundred deep affections ultimately come to naught" that just unfolded at the city gate.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the way Yi Chen turned around at the end, his back stretched so long in the sunset, so dashing, so incredibly dashing! You guys should really appreciate it!"

"Liberation? I think it's just a last gasp! Forced smiles! A hundred times, brothers! Even if you pray to the wind god statue a hundred times, shouldn't there be some response by now?"

Shh! Keep your voice down! The person in question is here!

Everyone's gaze, a mixture of gossip and awe, drifted in unison to the relatively quiet corner by the window.

Yura sat in the shadows, a glass of dandelion wine that had barely been touched in front of her.

Her hair fell down, obscuring half of her face, but her tightly pursed lips and the even more chilling aura emanating from her silently proclaimed, "Keep away, strangers."

Amber sat beside her, like a restless little rabbit, hesitant to speak.

“Yura…”

Amber finally spoke cautiously, her voice extremely low.

Do you think... Yi Chen... will come tomorrow?

Yura turned her head slightly, making it impossible to discern her emotions.

"I have no idea."

I don't know if he'll come tomorrow.

But next time...

Next time we meet, let's go somewhere where it's just the two of us...

Now it was my turn, Yura Lawrence, to speak.

This thought, like a spark in the cold night, stubbornly burned in the icy lake of her heart.

at this time--

The tavern's heavy oak door creaked open.

The evening breeze, carrying the coolness of Mondstadt, swept in, causing the candlelight to flicker.

A figure all too familiar walked in, carrying a large bouquet... this time, it was a fiery red bouquet, symbolizing "admiration"!

Yura's heart leaped into her throat! Her fingertips instantly dug into her palm!

This guy... could it be?!

Now?! Here?! In front of the entire Knights?!

no! Absolutely not!

Yura's body tensed instantly.

Amber nervously grabbed her arm.

However, what stunned everyone (especially Yura) was—

Yi Chen's steps did not falter in the slightest!

His gaze didn't even linger for a second on Yura's highly visible corner!

Clutching the dazzling red roses, he walked straight into the depths of the tavern with an air of resolute determination.

There, Acting Commissioner Jean Gunnhildr was frowning slightly as she spoke quietly with librarian Lisa, holding a document in her hand.

The tavern's clamor seemed to have been paused.

All eyes, filled with disbelief and astonishment, were focused on the bouquet of roses and its owner.

Yi Chen stood in front of Qin, ignoring Lisa's suddenly amused and dangerous gaze, and ignoring the great confusion and vigilance that rose in Qin's eyes.

"Captain Qin!"

He presented the roses with both hands, his movements as precise as if he were handing over a letter of credentials.

"I like you!"

"Please date me with marriage in mind!"

Absolute silence enveloped the angel's gift!

It was as if even the air had frozen!

The troupe leader's eyes widened instantly, and the documents in her hand silently slipped from her grasp and scattered on the ground.

With a "crack," the stem of the wine glass in Lisa's hand unconsciously cracked.

And in front of the bar—

Kaeya's single eye, which had been immersed in the brilliance of Mora just a moment ago, suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented gleam, like a searchlight that had been turned on!

All the effects of the alcohol evaporated instantly!

He sprang up from the pile of Mora so fast that he created a gust of wind!

"Open for trading! Open for trading! Open for trading immediately!!!"

His voice trembled with excitement, his hands waving wildly like windmills as he roared at the dumbfounded knights in the corner, and at everyone in the tavern who hadn't yet recovered from their petrification. His voice was deafening, filled with the ecstatic joy of discovering a new continent.

"Yi Chen VS Qin Tuanzhang! Brand new betting odds! Odds now available! Place your bets now!!"

"I'll bet on how many times he can keep confessing! I'll bet on how many times the leader of the ensemble will draw her sword! I'll bet on when Lisa will finally give in and shock him! I'll bet he'll be chopped into pieces with a woodcutter's axe!!!"

"Quick! Place your bets! Place your bets now!!! Tonight's drink money could be multiplied tenfold!!!"

The tavern's silence was shattered by Kaiya's earth-shattering announcement of "opening the betting," replaced by an even more chaotic uproar filled with absurdity, shock, and... barely concealed excitement!

Except for Yura Lawrence by the window.

She stared intently at the figure holding red roses, standing in front of the troupe leader, and at the glaring smile on his face.

In her hand, a crystal-clear ice crystal silently... lay unnoticed in the shadows beneath the table.

It was crushed into a pile of gleaming, powdery residue.

Chapter 9 is a bit dead.

At this moment, Jean Gunnhildr, the protagonist, had an unusually large question mark on her usually serious and beautiful face, which was enough to make Mondstadt's File Mountain tremble. She seemed to be thinking, "Who am I? Where am I? Did I get the wrong script?"

However, Qin looked at Yichen in front of her.

He's handsome, really handsome.

That face, with its distinct features and a touch of exotic coldness, looked like a direct copy of the male protagonist from the illustrations in "The Melancholy of Vera," which she secretly flipped through in her spare time.

It’s just…it’s just…

Qin's gaze, as if drawn by invisible threads, drifted uncontrollably towards the corner by the window, carrying a sense of despair that seemed to ask, "Could this world get any more absurd?"

Yura Lawrence!

Yura Lawrence, who had just been "said goodbye" for the hundredth time by this "most affectionate man in Mondstadt" at the city gate, and whose aura was so low that it could freeze an ice slime to death!

Her knights sat there like an ice elemental bomb about to explode!

Young man, you just finished your stylish "farewell" in the sunset, and now you're rushing up to me with a red rose in your arms?!

You! Yes! No! Wake up! Ah!

Qin felt her brain start throbbing.

"Hoohoho~"

Just as Qin's rationality was about to snap, a lazy laugh, carrying a dangerous aura like a high-voltage current, rang out beside her.

Lisa, the librarian, had somehow already put down the wine glass with the cracked stem.

She tilted her head slightly, looking with interest at Yichen, who was holding roses and wearing a standard "affectionate" smile.

That look in his eyes was just like a cat discovering a new and interesting toy.

"This little cutie~"

Lisa's voice trailed off softly and long, with a hook-like quality.

"I've been traveling Teyvat for so many years and have seen many warriors, but none like you... well, so 'passionate,' so 'seamlessly adaptable,' and with your sights set on the pinnacle of Mondstadt..."

"You've really impressed me!"

Lisa leaned forward slightly, and a unique, subtle fragrance, a blend of scholarly air and the dangerous aura of lightning, wafted towards Yichen.

"How about... you try saying those words to me, your older sister? Hmm? Maybe... you'll get an unexpected 'surprise' reward~"

"Please...stop exaggerating!"

Qin felt her blood pressure soaring wildly.

Taking a deep breath, Qin forced herself to calm down.

She is the acting leader, the symbol of the Mondstadt order. She cannot open a betting pool like Kaeya, who thrives on chaos, nor can she play with electricity like Lisa!

She stood up, her movements still carrying the elegance of a knight, but slightly stiff.

Her gaze returned to Yichen... and to the bunch of red roses that, in her eyes, were now hotter than the torches of the Abyss Mage.

Qin cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound steady and official, carrying an undeniable refusal.