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The Supreme Bishop of Fontaine

After becoming the Supreme Bishop of Fontaine, Ye accumulated an immense amount of pressure, especially because of the Hydro Archon, Furina, who made him feel overwhelmed every single day. But there was no way around it. People have to live, people have to eat, and no matter how much pressure one is under, work still needs to be done. And so, under the weight of such a life, the overwhelming pressure persisted for a full five hundred years. Ye and Furina worked together continuously for five hundred years, without a single day off. Feeling like he could no longer endure it, Ye began submitting resignation letters one after another to Furina—only to have them all rejected. With lifeless eyes, he stared at his cunning superior, who seemed to say, "I'm still holding on, so don't think you can escape alone! If we're going to wear down, we'll wear down together!" He even couldn't help but entertain the thought of assassinating the Hydro Archon and then ending his own life, thinking, "Let's both be free!" Fortunately, just at that moment, two stress-relief tools appeared. One was a loli-like being named Baoyu, who claimed to be some sort of system. She told Ye that he had become a character in the game Genshin Impact and that he could earn rewards from her by gaining popularity in the game. The other was a girl named Nameless, who claimed to be the embodiment of Ye's dreams. She said she could help Ye construct any dream he desired while he slept, thereby relieving his stress. --- Note: This is a translation. Name: 枫丹最高主教 Author: 月风夜 If you want to read advance chapters, please visit: patreon.com/ReruoIzayoi
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Genshin Impact: Fatui's Resplendent Sword

Snezhnaya is a cold place. A place where the weak was cast aside. A place where the strong reigned. Fatui was even more so. It was cold. The weather was cold. The people were cold. The Queen was cold. Arlecchino knew it well. Allies are merely a group of egoists driven by aligned interests. Even a bit of vulnerability would be taken as a leverage by her fellow Fatui. A fierce disposition is not a facade, it's a necessity. Fatui is the epitome of darkness. The truest sense of shadow. A dark, cold place where pragmatism reigned supreme. However, somehow, someway, there was a humorous irony. It was an irony that always made her smile. It was an irony that could washed away her weariness. An irony that would lifted her spirit and gave her an undeterred state of peace and joy. Amid the complex tapestry that is the Fatui, there was a man. He stood alongside her as the highest holder of authority within the Fatui. A position of equal, or perhaps even above, the First Harbinger, beaten only by the Director himself. He was of the true Fatui. The most resplendent member of the Fatui. The man knighted by the Queen as her sword. The man recognized by the world as the Resplendent Sword. He is Fatui's Resplendent Sword, a shining blade amid the reigning abyss of the Fatui. "Big brother, why don't you supervise my spider collection for a day?" "...Why there are squishy toys hanging on the walls? You used them to entertain the spiders? Wait, why spiders need to be tended in such a way?" "Hmph, cease your nonsense, brother. If you hate my beloved spiders so much, then might as well leave and never come back." Staring up at the perplexed expression of her big brother, Arlecchino stuffed a small giggle as she cooly turned around. However, if there was a single thing she despised about the Resplendent Sword, then it would be the fact that he is the Resplendent Sword. She truly despised it. "To which you should owe an apology, hm? Is it her, a stranger you pitied upon, or is it me? And also, I forbid you from overtaking my dangerous tasks. It's unbefitting." Arlecchino coldly read the report from her agents. Why should a Fatui gave those unrelated parties a moment of respite? She truly despised him. Shouldn't a Fatui be ruthless and unforgivable? "Peruere, a person should not be stringent. One should adopt an appropriate method to handle a corresponding task, for a method cannot be applicated to every circumstance. A single colour is not enough to observe the world. I already told you this." Excuses. It's all just excuses. Arlecchino scoffed as she kept the old letter in her breast pocket, adjusting the position so it would not fold inappropriately. AN: Rewrote succesfully. But it's not 10 years earlier, but 25!
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