"Hey, Alice, is this really reliable? What if the three of us get nabbed by the Sustainer?" Reisen Riou said, his voice shaky with nerves.
"Relax, I slipped out recently. The Sustainer's in a deep sleep—out cold. She won't catch us sneaking through the World Gate," Alice whispered, though her tone betrayed her bravado.
Raiden Ei gripped her naginata, ready to brawl with the Sustainer if she woke.
"I'm not reassured at all. Maybe I should just corrode my way out," Reisen muttered.
"Then we're agreed—no refunds on the deposit," Alice said, clutching her coin purse like a miser.
After some bickering, they decided to try the gate. The deposit Reisen paid Alice stung too much to back out.
Besides, she was right—using Beast Realm Hound corrosion would lead to the Beast Realm, not the void Reisen needed.
The World Gate creaked open. Thank the stars, the Sustainer slept soundly.
A long, floating marble path appeared, lined with Celestia-style spires.
Behind Reisen was the World Gate.
(Game loading screen)
Reisen knew this was the Path of Worlds, where distance didn't exist. Once Ei and Alice joined him, they took a single step together.
One step landed them at Teyvat's outer boundary. Still part of Teyvat, it lacked the Primordial One Phanes' eggshell protection, making it dangerous.
Luckily, they had a veteran. Alice had briefed them on precautions.
Grinning, Alice pulled out a fishing net-like device, tossed it into the void, and sat back to watch the show. She didn't care what Reisen and Ei were plotting.
As long as the pay was good, she'd punch the Sustainer herself.
Reisen didn't hesitate. He snapped off his pinky, tossed it into the void, and watched as flesh wriggled, regenerating it in moments.
Ei monitored a device's data. Time in the void was chaotic, so she waited two or three days for the finger to reach its target.
"It's in position. World scan's done. Reisen, pick one," Ei said, stepping aside.
"I got this." Reisen leaned over her shoulder, practically draped on her back.
"Nah, these won't do. Big worlds, sure, but their material rules are too rigid—purely materialistic."
"These have sluggish tech and weak power systems."
"Hmm, this one's good. It's a bit of a mess power-wise, but the ceiling's high, and tech's near World War II levels. Give us a few years after we enter, and it'll support a database."
Sprawled over Ei, Reisen pointed and picked a chaotic-looking world.
Per the System's classification, it was a mixed-type Lesser Thousand World, with declining power levels.
"Alright, this one," he said.
…
Reisen's pinky served as both energy source and protective device.
After an unknowable journey, it settled in a vast multiverse.
With Reisen's choice, the pinky plunged into a lively world.
As it neared, the reincarnation function hidden within activated.
Reincarnation, though the weakest, was robust—a bundle of core abilities.
It tapped the world's base rules, scrambled fate, inserted the soul, and crafted an imprint—Thunder Triple Tomoe. Birthplace: [China]. Secret fetal rules detected. System entering silent mode.
…
"We made it in," Reisen said. "But the timing's rough—war and chaos everywhere. Hope our reincarnations don't croak before awakening."
"The subsystem's in silent mode. Sense it," Ei said.
"It's running fine. Hit the fetal secret rules. It'll awaken when we do," Reisen replied.
"When'll that be in our time?"
"No clue," Reisen said with a sheepish grin. "Depends on the trigger. Let's head back—Alice looks pissed."
Alice had been glaring with dead-fish eyes for a while.
Beside her was a bulging sack of void-fished loot. She'd tossed the broken stuff, keeping well-preserved items—mostly books.
…
Siji City, a clinic. A man, puffing a pipe with a grim, irritated look, entered a room.
This was Reisen, now Wang Dongyao, fresh from breaking his fetal mystery.
The name Wang Dongyao irked him. Getting his head bashed to awaken his past-life memories was annoying enough, but the year—1954—made it worse.
His head was cracked in a revenge attack. The doctor said the attacker was executed after a radio was found at his place.
The pipe habit stuck from before his awakening. Now, with Reisen's memories, Wang Dongyao kept it. Smoking eased his frustrations, clearing his mind.
"This world's history matches my pre-previous life's, but something's off. Colored hair's common in this China, unlike my old world's 1950s," he thought, scratching his pale purple hair.
Most people here had black hair, but other colors weren't rare.
It seemed a recessive gene. His parents had black hair; his eldest sister had black, the second yellow, and he had pale purple.
"No big deal," he mused.
"System activation complete."
"Activating imprint—Thunder Triple Tomoe."
A sharp pain hit his hand. A Thunder Triple Tomoe appeared in his palm.
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Hey readers!
Unfortunately, I've decided to stop this fan-fic so I can focus on my other ones.
Thank you for your support and for reading so far.
Raw : 稻妻的日常系妖怪