I_am_A_Bystander

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, there was a humorous irony here. 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 those to entertain the spiders? Wait, why spiders need to be tended in such a... unique 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!

(Will be rewritten in a very, very different way.) In the periphery of Snezhnaya, in the time the snowstorm of mid December fell, in the woods, Arlecchino found a child. Crimson eyes, charcoal hair. He introduced himself as Fool, proclaiming it was an inspiration from her very own 'fake' name Arlecchino. She wondered, can a fool who knew of a fool's antics be called as Fool? It was later that she found out that Fool... is truly a fool. An extremely foolish boy. Even Fool himself does not realize it. This is not about the beauty of Teyvat, but a boy called Fool who must transversed the darker shade of Teyvat, as a part of Fatui. In the dark, a little spark of light is resplendent and full of hope, like how Fool saw Arlecchino's harsh training as a light. But in the light, a little tint of dark would be something repulsing. Fool realized this as he saw people sneering at someone who had protected them all her life, and yet she received nothing but scorn all by but a lie. At some point, Fool realized that there are some people who deserve the world, yet they have to bear the burdens that crush the strongest of shoulders. Superfluous words and heartfelt worship are not enough. Tears and downcast gazes are also not enough. There has to be someone to stop all of these 'injusticeness', these nonsense 'truths'. And he, Fool... jumped straight in, dived head-first, like a fool he was. A foolish moth to a flame. Teyvat... Is about to be changed. It is a resplendent journey, in one way or another. Warning: Assisted by AI. The beginning is a bit rough, and perhaps there are many deviations (Not a player here, but a reader). Judge it yourself. Don't worry, I did read the lores, and even watched some gameplays, so I do have a foundation. Still here? Alright, let's go. ATTENTION! The story began 12 years before the Traveler wake up, and many characters would appear younger, and some scenarios, unless mentioned that it happened prior to Traveler's awakening, would be created solely by imagination. There would be changes to some characters too in terms of development. Some are minimum, while some... would have their fate upturned.

Reborn in a fantasy world as a fetus in his mother's womb, Fredrinn was excited and expectant. Unfortunately, he was nothing more than a son of a village leader. His life was mediocre, and he became a lowly soldier in someone else's territory. Misfortune fell upon his family, and his father unexpectedly died in a venture to trade with the local villages. He was called back by his mother to continue his father's legacy as the village head. Seeing no prospect for the future in being a lowly soldier at his age, Fredrinn planned to spend the rest of his life as a village head. It was then... [Ding! Successfully became the head of a force.] [National Strength Gathering System has been activated!] [Analyzing the current force...] [Ding! Detected, there are 1 family member, 139 villagers, and 49 livestock!] [Would you like to bind them and have a share of their strength?] [Current Force: Level 1 (Village)] [Family members could share 10% of their strength. 2 talents could be shared.] [Members could share 5% of their strength. A talent could be shared.] [Livestock could share 1% of their strength.] With this, Fredrinn decided to be a qualified village head, expand his family tree, nurture his fellow villagers, and breed powerful livestock with his utmost sincerity, quietly increasing his strength. Family members, citizens, livestock... Their numbers increased slowly, and by the time Fredrinn came out to face the fantasy world, he realized. Have you seen a squire killing off hundreds of knights? Have you seen an ordinary knight brutally beating an invincible Grand Knight with a Divine Physique like he was handling a chick? Have you seen a lone Town Master suppressing Emperors with just a lift of his finger? Have you seen peerless, powerful Monarchs groveling just to be with a single man who was not even a King? ... Have you seen a mortal Emperor holding the fort alone against the invading gods and demons?

Urapus was the First Hero. A being hailed as the Strongest Human. The Hope of Mankind. Yet, like any other Hero, he was killed. He was killed by the dissatisfaction of the public and the elites that were threatened by his ever-growing power and influence. He was detained to public execution, erasing any of his valor and glory. He wanted to be selfish, he wanted to resist, to remain indifferent, and to treat everything he did as inconsequential. He wanted to break the shackles that bound him to his execution and destroy everything. But he felt unbearably tired. He was exhausted. Bearing the weight of the world on his own from the fire of extinction, and was pushed by that world itself. In the end, he found no meaning to execute what he sought, and considered his death as a method to rest. And when he was battered and found nothing to hold on to life, in his death, she appeared. A Goddess in human flesh. She didn't wish for anything out of him, the Hero. She just wanted him to live. To be happy. She offered him a chance to live again, for his karma is bright golden, like a pillar of heaven. But Urapus wished to die. Yet, against all odds, the heavenly woman gives him a reason to live. It was just a simple banter from her, jesting about being proposed by him should he reach her height of power in his next life. His heart beats fast. It beats by her voice. And a surging fire was ignited. Like a dying flame that was rekindled by the surging waves of wind. Urapus reasoned with countless reasons to die, but his rekindled heart offered him countless reasons to live. "Propose to you, huh?" Gazing at her otherworldly visage, his heart beats again. The Former Hero felt alive. He felt the rekindled need to wish for life again. And with a smile, he accepted her proposal. Just to live again, how hard could it be? Yet... [The Hero System has been activated.] He was reborn in the future when his comrades redeemed mankind by acknowledging everything he did. But he wished it was as simple as that. He should be grateful to receive assistance for his growth towards a certain height of power to propose the Heavenly Woman. But something's off... [A transmigrator having a blessing of 10 times talents by binding geniuses. Unfortunately, he has severe Main Character Syndrome. Please take care of him!] [A Sovereign expert was brought back after she died in the future. As the Hero, please ensure her growth and help her awaken her blessing!] [A villainous woman transmigrated into the future with an Evolution System. Her intentions remain unknown. As the Hero, please observe her should she turn violent.] [The Blue Earth was threatened by an extraterrestrial force, and was incapable of resisting its immense force. As the Hero, please!!! Protect me!!!] Urapus had a headache as the world screamed out like a damsel in distress. Aren't you supposed to be a billions of years old world? And what's up with these transmigrators and regressors? Aren't they supposed to be rare? The more Urapus think about it, the more erratic it becomes. And I was supposed to be the 'Hero' in such a chaotic world... Why not make them the heroes then? [None of them are like Urapus!] "Goddamn it!" ps: grammar may not be perfect. I'll try to make it readable.

Fang Zhaoge was transmigrated. Plain and simple. And the system was ridiculously overpowered. Basically, he became invincible! Quadrillions tonnes of strength, who the hell could take that?! But it seems like he actually still underestimated the ridiculousness of a cultivation world. A gentle tap of a sword... Could cut through a world? Just a touch of an Immortal could freeze a world to death? Fang Zhaoge gradually came to a realization. Despite with such an overpowered system, could he really guarantee invincibility? No! Of course not! What could he do in the face of those Immortals who could destroy worlds as if they were ants!? There's only one way to survive in this chaotic world with an overpowered system... He must be lowkey! With lowkeyness, how could those immortals pay attention to a weakling like him? By the time they did... Well, he'd probably be invincible already. There are occasional showing off here and there, but it wasn't that bad– Once, an ancestor of an Immortal Clan became his target, "Come and be prepared to get beat by this Daddy!" There's also a peerless genius from the exalted family... "What the f*ck you're attacking for? Isn't it clear as the f*cking sun that you're weaker than me?!" Finally, a mysterious expert stumbled when Fang Zhaoge became tired of his nonsense, "I have enough of you. Now call your mother out! I have some business with your mother regarding your conducts!" ...They, are indeed necessary– "I'll force you to watch a yang-based woman and an Emperor doing it in bed! And I'll make sure you witness every second of it!" ... Well, he'd get 'beaten up' every time. So that appeased his sins? For a pursuit of invincibility requires an equally invincible obstacle. One that perhaps even invincibility itself couldn't solve... PS: The cover was generated by AI. Someone made it with AI and I borrowed it *cough*. PSv2: • No Yuri, • No Yaoi (Although there are jokes... Just jokes), • Harem (Not the main focused though), • OP (Hell yes. Actually you judged it yourself), For the time being, that's it.

[It has been Reuploaded with the same name.]