It was late at night, and Wendy was drinking atop the border gate. The bright moonlight bathed the earth, the stars twinkled, and the wind carried a sense of peace. Wendy liked to drink, but he didn't like to get completely drunk as others said. He preferred the pleasure of the moment the alcohol went down his throat. Every kind of alcohol brought a different feeling, and Wendy liked that.
Wendy was different today, according to the comments. Usually, Wendy always seemed to be doing nothing, looking carefree and annoying, and her words rarely contained anything of interest.
But today, although Wendy was still as annoying as ever, there was a sense of heaviness about her, like the calm before a storm, or the stillness of the sea before a tsunami. She remained silent, only occasionally grabbing a bottle of dandelion wine and taking a swig. Her beautiful eyes held a different meaning, as if she were worried about a friend far away, or perhaps worried about her own situation.
The moonlight was still so white, the stars still twinkled, the wind was blowing, everything was perfect. Wendy wondered, but why was she sitting here? What was she worried about? She always felt a void in her heart. Was it after seeing the faces of old friends? Or after talking with Grandpa Zhong? Wendy didn't say it aloud, but she could feel that the wear and tear on her body was gradually healing, and she was experiencing more emotions. Was this a good thing or a bad thing?
What kind of feelings do the masters behind the so-called battlefield of national destiny have when they look at the myriad lives of the world? Do they regard life as worthless? Or do they take pleasure in watching people slaughter each other? Wendy doesn't know. Now he wants to estimate the civilization level of the Teyvat continent.
"Five? Six? Seven? At most, it's level seven, right?" Wendy thought. Because there were no gods on Blue Star, he dared to estimate it higher, the worst being level three. However, Wendy knew it was unlikely to be level three, and Old Master Zhong, as one of the top combatants among the Seven Gods, should also have the strength of a level seven civilization. Thinking of Zhong Li, Wendy couldn't help but feel a little panicked; the days when he was beaten by Zhong Li were still vivid in his mind.
If he could, Wendy would still want to overthrow the mastermind behind the game of destiny, just as he had previously considered overthrowing the laws of nature. If Teyvat could seize this opportunity of destiny, perhaps...
As dawn broke, Wendy, who hadn't slept all night, jumped down from the top of the gate just as the sky began to lighten. Her green figure was so lonely, yet seemed to possess an added sense of determination.
Wendy didn't sleep all night, but she's still so energetic. I didn't sleep all night, and I just feel dizzy.
"Upstairs, I think so too."
"Hey buddy upstairs, are you alright?"
"I'm the boss of XX Group. I'll see which employee didn't sleep all night. Their salary will be docked!"
"Thank you for reminding me, Boss. That's when I remembered I had to go to work today!"
As dawn breaks, whose figure emerges from the darkness? Under the silver moon, whose footsteps echo in the silence?
Little did we know, little did we know, before our dreams are realized, we must strive harder. Build walls with our hearts, let our dreams be our light, and sing a song to the heavens! Fly to that distant horizon!
He stopped in front of the Tower of Trials, pushed open its doors with both hands, and vowed in the name of the Wind God to break through 100 floors!
As for whether this claim is actually true or not, Wendy has no idea!
Dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel. After slacking off for millennia, suddenly having to work seriously triggers a physical resistance in Venti. Specifically, when he reached floor 69, Venti suddenly felt incredibly tired. It's like Venti's body is now refusing to obey his commands and needs to rest, but his mind refuses to let him rest and insists on continuing.
"This is really a problem." Wendy had a headache and decided to retreat and rest for a while. Anyway, he had already reached the 69th floor. The higher he went, the harder it was. For example, the first 50 floors were full of zombies, and there were only a few at a time. But on the 51st floor, there were all kinds of monsters. You couldn't get through without good weapons and some agility.
After leaving the Tower of Trials, Venti walked back to the gates of the Dragon Kingdom. Diluc was already up and training. With his perfect muscles, indifferent expression, and exquisite face, many people were instantly captivated by Diluc at first sight!
"Hello everyone, this is my husband."
"A few peanuts upstairs? That's clearly my husband!"
"This is my wife! My wife is shy!"
"These are all our wives!"
"No, no, no, we have already established a Diluc fan club. The contact information is as follows!"
"I want to join!"
"Add one!"
......
Wendy naturally saw what was posted in the comments. She immediately put on a pitiful act, hugging her legs, her beautiful eyes instantly filling with tears, and she pleaded in a pitiful, spoiled tone, "Don't I have a fan club? Am I not cute enough? Waaah..."
The tone of the comments immediately shifted.
"Ahhh, Wendy, my wife! I'm the president of the fan club! Our fan club already has 70 million fans!"
"I am the president of the Diluc fan club, with 70.01 million fans!"
"Wendy, stop being so affectionate on the battlefield and come to me to be affectionate!"
"Wendy's coquettishness, the deadly scimitar, please, please, please!"
"Wendy! Wendy! Wendy!"
"Hehe." Wendy playfully stuck out her tongue, her legs clad in white stockings crossed on the stool. Wendy stretched out her arms and slowly bent over, perfectly revealing the curves of her waist, which caused another round of screams from the viewers.
"That concludes Wendy's presentation. If you want to continue, send me some new bars." Wendy stretched, then vanished into the room like a wisp of wind to go to sleep!
"Sigh." Diluc had naturally seen Wendy's performance just now. Should he complain about his Anemo Archon, who was over three thousand years old, still doing such a thing to compete for favor, or should he complain about his Anemo Archon's irresponsible personality?
All his words ultimately boiled down to a sigh, and Diluc suddenly felt as if he were the one leading Klee.
Having finished his tasks, Diluc picked up the Sacred Greatsword and left the country. Perhaps he could find a treasure chest or a secret realm, but as for training, the amount of training he received was far from enough.
Since Venti went back to his room, the main perspective follows Diluc. Amidst the swirling yellow sand, Diluc randomly chooses a direction and walks forward.
"This is..." Diluc was walking towards the cave when he suddenly caught a glimpse of someone waving at him out of the corner of his eye. The person looked disheveled; according to the live chat, this was Joel from the Gentlemen's Country, who seemed to be in trouble. The relationship between the Dragon Country and the Gentlemen's Country wasn't particularly good or bad, but out of humanitarian considerations, Diluc was willing to lend a hand.
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