Genshin Impact: My roommate and I became funny Hilichurls

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A VIP seating area for eating melons at the edge of the square.

Erkang lay comfortably on a beach chair that had somehow appeared out of nowhere, wearing sunglasses (drawn on his mask), sipping a glass of chilled sunset fruit juice, and watching the jubilant scene before him, he let out an arrogant laugh:

"Ha! That's great! I love it! Pull all the knives out! Everyone's happy! Happy ending! How wonderful!"

Qingyu leaned back in the chair next to him, nodded in agreement, and took a sip of his iced cola: "Yes, this is Teyvat, without regrets, full of hope, which is why people like it."

Zhang Chu remained calm as always. He pushed up his non-existent glasses and suddenly posed a philosophical (?) question: "Speaking of 'knives'... in the games you play, which one made you 'cry' the most?"

The scene fell silent for a few seconds.

The massive Gu Qian scratched his head, pondered seriously for a moment in a muffled voice, and then said uncertainly, "The one who cried the most... I should be the 'last lesson' in Honkai Impact 3... Himeko-sensei, she..."

As he spoke, a shadow of sadness seemed to fall over his massive body.

Qingyu shrugged, his tone relaxed: "As for me, I really don't know. Like the angst in Genshin Impact, such as 'If you are trapped in the Windless Land,' 'The Great Exorcism of the Divine Cherry Blossom,' 'The Second Chapter of the Night Palace Legend Quest'..."

There are also "I am a clockmaker" and "Sulda's Dream" from Honkai Impact 3rd: Star Railway...

He paused, as if he sensed something was wrong, but didn't think about it further.

"They're all so famous, there are so many spoilers online, I was prepared, so I couldn't cry at all."

(Everyone: ??? Did you just sneak something weird in?)

Zhang Chu nodded in agreement: "I agree. A known knife is like an experiment with a predetermined outcome; the emotional impact is greatly reduced."

Then, he turned to look at Er Kang, who had suddenly fallen silent beside him.

"Erkang, what about you? You're the most emotional, which knife made you cry the most?"

"……Ah……"

Er Kang suddenly let out a cold snort that was hard to decipher, and the juice in his hand no longer tasted good.

"Huh? What's wrong? Don't scare me!"

Zhang Chu looked at Er Kang, who suddenly seemed to be radiating a low-pressure aura, and felt a little worried.

Isn't this guy usually the loudest and most boisterous?

"You...should remember...a game I played before...that was all about humor and references...Turtle Soup, right..."

Er Kang's voice became unusually low, even with a hint of... trembling?

"I remember, 'Miss Perfect Again Didn't Guess the Ending,' what's wrong?"

Zhang Chu was even more puzzled.

"Aren't the endings in those games usually pretty absurd and funny? What does that have to do with knives?"

In his memory, the game was full of plot twists and memes.

"It's extremely important!!!"

Erkang suddenly sprang up from the recliner, and a teary-eyed cat head expression appeared out of thin air on his Qiuqiu mask!

"I never expected this!!!"

Er Kang clutched his head, his voice trembling with sobs.

"This seemingly harmless, quirky game suddenly stabbed me in the heart when I was most relaxed and least on guard!"

"The worst part is that this is a relatively niche game with a lighthearted art style! I never expected it to end like that! It was so unexpected, guys!"

He waved his arms excitedly.

"I was lying in bed playing when the ending came out... the plot... the twist... the tragic truth... I burst into tears on the spot, my face covered in snot and tears! My dorm supervisor almost mistook me for someone with a sudden serious illness and called my advisor that very night to send me to a mental hospital!!"

Erkang became increasingly agitated, banging his masked head against a nearby tree repeatedly: "Forget it! I don't want to remember that tragic ending anymore!!!"

Qingyu, Zhang Chu, and Gu Qian looked at Erkang, who was in a state of self-harm, exchanged glances, and simultaneously took out their phones.

"Miss Perfect Didn't Guess the Ending Again... All Endings..." Zhang Chu searched quickly.

The three of them huddled together, silently clicked on a walkthrough video showing all the endings, fast-forwarded to the true ending, and watched it quietly...

The three of them silently put away their phones.

The scene was deathly silent, with only the sound of Er Kang banging his head against the tree remaining.

After a long while, Qingyu slowly exhaled and patted Gu Qian's huge arm beside him: "Hmm... it's a knife..."

Zhang Chu also pushed up his glasses, his tone heavy: "Especially since all the endings before were funny and full of jokes, making you completely let your guard down... and then suddenly this ultimate truth is revealed... the emotional gap is too big... it's really hard to guard against."

A look of sympathy appeared in Gu Qian's huge eyes as he said in a muffled voice, "...No wonder Er Kang cried like that...If it were me...I couldn't bear it either..."

Indeed, the unknown, the knife hidden beneath the sugar coating, is the most accurate weapon to break through defenses!

It seems that even a quartet capable of effortlessly saving the world and removing "world-class" knives has moments when they are brutally defeated by a simple pixel game.

Perhaps this is... the impermanence of life?

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The author is someone who was hurt by Miss Perfection.

I never imagined that playing a lighthearted and quirky turtle soup game would result in me getting stabbed!

Orange Sound Game! I'm speechless!

Chapter 85 The Perfect Lady (Bonus Chapter)

There was once a village called Triola, whose people were known for their worship of King Faron.

The villagers have always believed that they are descendants of King Farong.

The place where King Faron and his subjects lived was called the Promised Land.

The Promised Land can grant any human desire.

Where exactly is the Promised Land? Some say it's in the sky, others say it's beneath the earth.

The Promised Land? It could be a room, an island, or both.

They spent generations searching for this place, but ultimately found nothing.

One day, the villagers captured a witch with her daughter and tortured them.

To protect her daughter, the witch agreed to tell the villagers some secrets.

The witch told them that King Faron would only listen to the prayers of those with crimson eyes.

Because those with vermilion eyes are the descendants of King Farong.

If you wish to enter the Promised Land, only turn your eyes crimson.

To turn the eyes crimson, a true immigrant with crimson pupils must be sacrificed.

Fearing the witch would lie, the villagers decided to burn his daughter to test his honesty.

But the witch's daughter had her hands bound by ropes pecked off by a little blue bird and disappeared without a trace.

The villagers immediately burned the witch to death and then began searching for her daughter.

The villagers were not angry at his daughter, but rather terrified.

A witch's daughter is also a witch—a terrifying, selfish, and despicable witch.

One day, a villager named Linda found a girl.

The girl Linda adopted had the most perfect crimson eyes.

Linda and the rest of the village praised the girl's eyes as perfect.

Over time, everyone started calling her "Miss Perfect".

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The moonlight, like quicksilver, sparingly spilled into the tightly locked attic room through the narrow gaps in the high window.

The air was filled with the scents of old wood, dust mites, and a faint, lingering herbal aroma used to scent clothes.

The four walls are bare, with only a simple bed and an old jewelry box, suggesting the residents' seemingly privileged but actually imprisoned situation.

The perfect young lady, with a cascade of long, flowing black hair, wore a slightly oversized black velvet robe—perhaps the lining of her formal attire for tomorrow's ceremony.

She sat on the cold floor, hugging her knees, her chin resting on them, staring blankly at the pale moonlight on the floor, like a delicate but lifeless porcelain doll.

at this time--

"Chirp—chirp chirp—"

A clear and unique bird song broke the silence of the night and abruptly pulled her thoughts back.

"This voice is..."

Miss Perfect suddenly raised her head, her dim eyes instantly brightening.

She couldn't be mistaken; it was the call of her friend, Little White's, bluebird!

She practically crawled to the window, using both hands and feet, and laboriously tiptoed to carefully part the heavy curtains.

The window was nailed shut from the outside, but through the crack, she could see that familiar figure downstairs—Xiao Bai, with her neat white ponytail, looking up at her nervously.

To her even greater surprise, a sturdy hemp rope had silently descended from the roof, one end firmly fixed to a hidden protrusion below the windowsill.

Xiao Bai put a finger to her lips, making a shushing gesture, her purple eyes flashing with anxiety and vigilance in the moonlight.

"Come on, let's go, see you at the usual place."

Miss Perfect's heart pounded with a mix of excitement for the adventure and fear of breaking the rules.

But her trust in her friends outweighed everything else.

She took a deep breath, grabbed the rope that seemed to be the embodiment of freedom, and with her nimble movements, carefully slid down to the ground.

The two of them slipped away to the huge, leafy ancient tree at the edge of the village and nimbly climbed up the familiar branches.

The moonlight, dappled and fragmented by the leaves, fell upon the two of them.

"Will they kill me during the ritual tomorrow and turn me into a sacrifice?"

After hearing Xiaobai's urgent whisper, Miss Perfect's face was filled with disbelief. She almost cried out, but quickly covered her mouth and lowered her voice to a whisper.

"No way! Everyone's been so nice to me! They gave me new clothes, they gave me delicious food..."