Genshin Impact: I am the only one who can bring disaster to Teyvat

People who often start a small war with only a few people know that fighting is easy but dealing with the traces of the battle afterwards is difficult. However, for an experienced habitual criminal, even the most difficult tasks can become simple as long as they do it a few times.

The real trouble came from the special patrol team members who were attracted by some subtle noises.

Now in the underground passage, they were slowly approaching in a siege, one person per machine, holding their muskets vigilantly, their fingers on the triggers, their crosshairs moving with their actions.

They breathed lightly, keeping an eye on the scattered garbage and fallen leaves on the ground, and tried their best to avoid making too heavy or loud footsteps with each step.

A drop of sweat slid down his forehead, and both the besiegers and the besieged felt a heavy pressure.

The former didn't know which two underworld groups dared to start a gunfight in the city, but just based on the noise, they could understand how brutal the guys they were about to face were.

The latter faces an extremely important choice in his life, which is as important as whether to eat noodles or porridge tonight. As long as one wrong step is taken, he will face two different lives.

Should I live and continue to make achievements, or die as a hero and bring honor to my family...

Should I look for an opportunity to successfully counterattack and spend the day happily, or suffer unbearable torture...

It all depends on this dynasty!

"Don't move. Special patrol team, drop your weapons, put your hands on your head and squat on the ground. If you resist in the slightest, you will be shot without mercy."

When facing such dangerous criminals, harsh and ruthless measures are necessary.

"Boss, pack all these strange seasonings for me. I want to cook a sumptuous meal for my dear fiancée tonight."

Alechino, I tell you, your days of doing whatever you want are over!

"Chiji~"

The eight-pound gray rat in the garbage bag didn't know what a musket was. It had no fear of gunpowder or muskets, but it was afraid of humans, especially groups of humans.

Faced with the special patrol team members who suddenly jumped out, the panicked rat ran out of the garbage bag and fled into the distance. Not only was its fat body not clumsy at all, but its four legs moved extremely fast and flexibly.

"Bang~"

A member of the special patrol team fired a shot without looking back, and the iron bullet ejected by the burning gunpowder took the mouse's life.

Because of Fontaine's huge sewer system, rats and cockroaches have a safe space to move around in. Rat and cockroach extermination operations are held every year, and large rats like this one are of particular priority.

After all, there was once a child who died in infancy because he was bitten by a large rat as big as a cat while he was sleeping, and his trachea was pierced.

Since then, rat extermination has been a matter of law.

No one in the special patrol team cared about Rat's departure. They were more concerned about why the two underworld groups left without any sound or sympathy.

They clearly rushed here quickly as soon as they received the news and blocked all the exits from the underground passage.

Why is this so?

Similarly, no underworld group will come out to answer this question, because the murderer, who they define as a member of the underworld group, is now wandering around in a spice shop, and will leave contentedly after purchasing the seasonings he wants.

After wandering around various stalls and shops, the attendant god Yingzai bought the ingredients for tonight, and used the money to bring back the four Sumeru children who had accidentally gotten lost.

"Come on, let me cook tonight. I want you to taste my cooking skills inherited from the general. This is the flavor of God's cuisine. You must taste it carefully next time."

"Don't you know how to cook?"

"…How could I not know how to cook? Who slandered me?"

"Because foxes will definitely burn the food when cooking. Isn't that a well-known fact?"

"Humph~ I definitely won't mess up the dish."

The taste might be a little bit bad.

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"Home"

Wherever your family is, that is also your home.

After a busy day at work, Alecino set out on the journey home, to a small three-story villa located in the city center, a place that could be called home for today and for the next few nights.

After all, my family members who were far away from home have returned.

""Father"! "

Linnett peeked out and saw Alechino appearing on the street, and she walked towards him quickly. Her usually cold face now had a rare look of horror, and the fur on her cat's tail stood up.

"Let's go out to a restaurant tonight! It's not wise to stay at home..."

"I can already imagine what a gloomy building my home will become in the future, because the resentful ghosts are floating aimlessly in every room, with transparent pale faces looming, and corroded stomachs that can be ripped out..."

"It's over. I hope someone can put a flower on my tombstone in the future." Linnet pursed her lips. Her lips, which used to be healthy and rosy, turned pale now, as if she was dying. She continued to describe the miserable scene of hell:

"Father, I saw with my own eyes how the petals of the plant on the kitchen windowsill withered and fell one by one, how its originally upright figure bent, and how its lush green turned gray..."

"The front is no longer home, the front is hell."

"He's cooking again?"

The red sun only showed a corner at the end of the sky, and the clear blue sky was replaced by darkness. Many houses had turned on their lights, and the house in front of me was no exception, but the lights in the house would occasionally flicker, as if it was facing a severe test.

In fact, it is true. The Inazuma gods always unconsciously release the rich thunder element in their bodies when cooking. It is normal for electrical appliances to be affected, but it is abnormal for the food to be affected.

"He brought his friends from Xumi with him, so it's normal for him to suddenly become interested in cooking."

Linnet said dejectedly, "It would be better not to bring it. At least there is a chance of avoiding torture. Why didn't anyone invite us to perform magic tonight?"

"Well...did no one stop her?" Alechino agreed with Linnet's idea a little bit. It was not that she hated the servant god Yingsai cooking for her, but the main reason was that the food he cooked was not something that mortals could enjoy.

There is a belief in destiny in Teyvat, and astrologers who predict fate are accessible even to ordinary people.

Destiny is a real thing, so people cannot treat it carelessly.

If a mortal touches things that should be dedicated to the gods without permission, he may place an unbearable burden on his own destiny, and may even shorten his life and reduce his blessings.

In order to prevent the illusory but real destiny from being harmed...

"Linnet, go to the restaurant we often go to and order some food to bring back."

Alechino chose to avoid the attack.

Liking the samurai Sakurasai does not mean that you also like the food he cooks. These are two completely separate things.

"Yes, Father!"

Linnet, who had been waiting for instructions, bowed slightly with a serious expression, and turned and left seemingly calmly but impatiently. Green wind element particles spread around her body, and her steps left afterimages.

Alechino was somewhat helpless, so he stepped onto the stairs and opened the door.

"Welcome home."

"Well, I'm back."

The moment I pushed the door open, a white fox jumped out of the kitchen and greeted me immediately. His bright smile and excitedly wagging fox tail all showed his happiness. He even didn't put down the spatula in his hand, and his open arms brought me the real touch of home.

Although there must be something wrong when things are abnormal, Alechino has to admit that home does have the magic to make people addicted, especially the sincere and heartfelt feelings among family members, which really make people want to sink deeper.

It would be better if family members stopped challenging their own shortcomings.

Watching the soup falling from the spatula and splashing on the wooden board with a slight sizzling sound, and a faint mist floating up, Alechino calmly grabbed the hand of the servant god Sakurasai holding the spatula.

Obviously, this time, the servant god Yingsai, who was cooking, not only exerted his passive talents, but also intentionally used his unique understanding of cooking skills.

"Yingzai, didn't you bring your friends here? Leave the cooking to Linni and take me to meet your friends."

"No, after all, my dear fiancée's friend is coming tonight. As the host here, how can I just leave the kitchen alone?"

"Who?"