Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

The temperature in Liyue Harbor gradually turned cooler in the afternoon. The temperature difference between day and night in the harbor is already very large, and Liyue is about to enter the coldest period of the year. At the same time, it is only half a month away from the Lantern Festival.

At this time of year in previous years, Morax would always recall those bright afternoons when he, Guizhong, Aping and Liuyun, enjoyed the rare good weather together on the beach of Jueyunjian.

The sun is warm and dry, there is a faint fragrance in the air, and a gentle sea breeze blows on your face.

In such warm and peaceful weather, everyone was very comfortable. Morax sat on a stone bench, carefully tasting the new tea from Qiaoying Zhuang in the afterglow of the setting sun; Liuyun yawned and fiddled with the mechanical creation in his hand, with parts scattered all over the table; Guizhong sat curled up on the beach, smiling and reaching out to catch the small fish in the shallows.

Under the sunlight, everything is so rich that it seems to be dripping. The sea water is as clear and rich blue as a gem, and the plants are deep lush green, like an oil painting by the Fontaine painter.

But this leisurely life only lasted for a very short period of time, and the shadow of the Demon War quickly enveloped the entire continent of Teyvat. The demons from all walks of life fought bravely and fiercely, and used all means to fight for the only seven remaining thrones.

In the end, only one in ten of his former friends survived, even his fellow demon god was no exception.

Unprecedented loneliness lingers around the victorious Rock Emperor. His vision of protecting the world has been realized, but in this prosperous era, his old friends will no longer have the chance to see him.

Even on the magical continent of Teyvat, resurrection from the dead is extremely difficult and rare, but Morax never gave up the search and even visited several of the original shadows.

All clues eventually point to an ancient war kingdom that once resurrected the dead but overturned the destined order.

However, after listening to FAMAS's revelation of the Resurrection Ceremony, Zhongli still inevitably felt disappointed.

The resurrection method circulated in Munata is not as good as the deification of faith used by Ginhara Hall.

In the minds of most old-school Liyue people, the soul and body of the deceased are extremely precious and cannot be desecrated. According to the method provided by Famas, the soul and body are incomplete and are not the original body, so how can they be resurrected?
Even though the carnival presided over by Ning Lan was not successful, it was still a real way to forge a body for the god and light the throne through faith, rather than being a creation of coincidence due to various factors like Heulia.

Perhaps the younger generation will say, similar looks, same memories and behaviors, how can this not be considered a resurrection?

But unfortunately, Zhongli is an old-school Liyue god. In his eyes, Munatar's resurrection ritual only creates a replica of the deceased, and the dead will never return.

The more disappointed you are, the faster you can adjust your mentality. All kinds of thoughts flashed through Zhongli's mind like shooting stars. In the end, the Emperor did not ask anything. He just looked at the sea level at the end of the South Pier behind Famas and sighed suddenly.

At this moment, the traveler was still immersed in the history told by Famas. The silly little Paimon was the first to come to his senses and quickly asked, "But those resurrected Liyue people, don't they also have... souls?"

Paimon's words made Famas burst into laughter, and only Zhongli frowned slightly.

"The people of Liyue who were killed in the war were resurrected according to the rules of this world, with all the necessary parts."

"They can still choose to sell their souls to Black Mameni in exchange for a chance favor from fate."

"But the Fatui are not so lucky. They are the defeated party and can only rebuild their bodies through primordial materials. Of course, the memories of those vanguard soldiers are probably not complete... But we'll take whatever we have. After all, being alive is better than being dead."

Famas crossed his arms across his chest with confidence. His words also explained why the soldiers cremated in the Fatui factory did not rekindle from the ashes like the people of Liyue, but appeared directly at the final location where their memories were preserved.

"So without a soul, we can't use elemental power?" The traveler asked, trying hard to receive all the information.

Thinking that she could use elemental power freely without the Eye of God, Yingmei once again began to doubt the nature of elemental power.

"Of course not. Soul strength only represents a person's talent in magic and alchemy. Not having a soul only means that they cannot sense the etheric energy of magic, nor can they judge the best time for alchemical transmutation through inspiration. But as for elemental power... anyone can use it as long as the Order of Seven recognizes it."

"However, the Soul-Lost Ones cannot be granted the Eye of God. Because they have no souls, the fragments of power cannot perceive their wishes, and the gods who hold power cannot respond."

"But when I was young, I distributed a lot of the authority of the demon gods. Basically, all Munata people can use elemental power, so the strength of their own souls doesn't matter."

"If they feel they are not strong enough, then they can go to the battlefield and make achievements. There are plenty of demon powers in the Munata treasury. All legion commanders, generals and marshals can use them at will and replace them as needed."

Famas spread his hands and made a matter-of-fact expression.

The authority of the demon god, which the world longs for and may even find difficult to obtain in their entire lifetime, is described by FAMAS as a replaceable part on a machine that can be replaced at any time when it breaks down.

Zhongli is the Martial God of Liyue, and countless demons have died at his hands. Naturally, he would not make a fuss about a little power. He was still secretly thinking about the information provided by Famas, and then he wanted to confirm whether the souls of the people of Liyue were intact.

Wendy had already sat down on the stone railing as thick as her arm, swinging her legs back and forth and shaking her head. She seemed to be completely unconcerned about their conversation topic.

"Okay, now all the confusion has been answered, right?"

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Famas waved his hand, first glanced at the traveler who was holding his chin in thought and little Paimon who kept scratching his head, then turned to look at Wendy who was playing with the harp.

After noticing Famas's gaze, the young poet's sky-blue eyes contained a gentle smile. He put away his harp, tilted his head, folded his hands, blinked very obediently, and then just stared at the other party motionlessly, as if inviting him to go with him.

"…I have something urgent to do, so I'll leave first if I want to talk to Wendy."

"You guys go to sleep by yourselves tonight, I won't go back to the hotel!"

Famas successfully understood the meaning of the little poet's expression, and a rare gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He quickly walked to Wendy, put his arms around the poet's delicate neck, and then raised his chin towards the Traveler and Paimon.

Zhongli beside him shook his head slightly when he heard this. What else could be important for this guy to do with Mondstadt's drunkard poet other than having fun?
Not to mention that the look in Famas' eyes at this moment is like a king who is blinded by lust and is about to make a wrong decision that will affect the future of the country under the temptation of beauty, while Wendy, the smooth-talking poet, deliberately pretends to be innocent.

"Hey, wait... I, I still have something to ask..."

Paimon raised his hand to try to stop him, but the words of emergency food obviously did not carry much weight. Famas embraced Wendy, who did not resist at all, and directly climbed over the stone railings of the Yiyan Temple Square, jumped to the top of the Feiyunpo Corridor Bridge, and then walked along the roof of the building to Tianheng Mountain.

"Hey! Don't leave! Damn you stinky guarantee man!"

Paimon was so angry that he waved his fists in the air, but he could do nothing as he watched the figure gradually disappear from his sight. He could only grit his teeth and utter harsh words:
"...No one will wait for you! And you are not allowed to sleep with us from now on!" (End of this chapter)