Genshin Impact: I Became The Son Of Greater Lord Rukkhadevata

Yu sat on his throne, staring at his left hand. A green dragon tattoo shimmered faintly, its glowing patterns resembling the form of Apep. From the tattoo, a miniature Dendro Dragon emerged, a tiny replica of Apep herself.

"You foolish god! How dare you dream of devouring a dragon? Such arrogance!" Apep's voice roared, her temper as fiery as ever. She spewed out angry words, venting her restless soul.

Amused, Yu pulled out a blade of foxtail grass and teasingly brushed it against the little dragon's face. Her reaction was immediate, as if he'd discovered a hidden button.

"This is interesting," Yu mused, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"You're desecrating a dragon! You'll pay dearly for your insolence!" she hissed, wriggling under his playful torment.

Squeak. Squeak.

"You... idiot… scoundrel… you wretched fool! You dare to toy with my soul after consuming my body?" Apep's words were interrupted by odd gasping sounds, her pride clearly struggling against some unknown force.

"I heard souls are sensitive to sensations," Yu remarked casually, continuing to torment her with the blade of grass. The tiny dragon's expression twisted into something almost human, as though she were suppressing a laugh.

"Stop it! Stop it now, you filthy wretch!" Apep finally burst out, her cries devolving into a bizarre cacophony resembling a goose's honking.

"Ha! Ha! Stop! You're—stop it, you monster!" she honked and shrieked in indignation.

Yu chuckled at the absurdity, his thoughts briefly drifting. He recalled his magical artifact, the Medusa Wand, which was equally prone to colorful language. It had been buried under Guyun Stone Forest for ages now. Should he dig it up? Nah, it wasn't worth the trouble. Let it stay there.

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The Scarlet King Tech.

"How's the funding? Is the project making any progress?" Yu asked as he visited the lab, addressing Ahmar, who was clad in a pristine white lab coat.

Ahmar's amber eyes gleamed. "Yu, we've made some progress. I've been studying the adeptal arts from Liyue, but we're still missing a few key materials. I've managed to create a prototype, though." He handed Yu a small red-and-white ball.

Yu examined the object, the size of a clenched fist. Its top half was crimson, the bottom half a clean white. As a lover of exotic pets, Yu had always been vexed by the inconvenience of their large sizes. This inspired him to assign Ahmar the task of creating a container capable of storing beasts and even magical creatures.

Holding the ball, Yu frowned slightly. Why does this look so familiar? Where have I seen this before? The thought danced on the edge of his memory but refused to settle.

"Alright, I'll head to Liyue and ask Streetward Rambler for a Dust Vessel to study. But it wouldn't feel right to take it for free. I should prepare a gift. What do you think I should give her?"

"I'm not familiar with them. You'll have to figure it out yourself," Ahmar replied bluntly.

Yu muttered to himself, "What unique specialties does Sumeru even have?"

"Troublemakers?" Ahmar suggested, tilting his head thoughtfully. For some inexplicable reason, under Yu's rule, the entire nation seemed infused with an air of restless mischief, as if they'd collectively decided to embrace chaos.

"Who said that?"

"The entire nation is your silent answer. Look outside," Ahmar said, handing Yu a telescope.

Yu peered through it curiously. A sand beast was pulling a cart with passengers—an ordinary scene. What wasn't ordinary was that the driver was a dog.

"Look over there," Ahmar directed.

Yu adjusted his view to see two young, burly researchers wielding whips. They were gleefully smacking the shell of a large stone tortoise outside the research facility. The poor creature spun in circles as the researchers roared with laughter, their faces plastered with childish grins.

Yu fell silent. He hated to admit it, but it seemed troublemaking was his nation's most notable feature. Sumeru, the land of wisdom, now felt more like a chaotic circus.

"Maybe it's my fault," Yu finally muttered. "During the Archon War, things were so oppressive. Back then, even farmers needed to line up for permits just to plant crops. Perhaps when I loosened the reins, the people rebounded too far into chaos."

Ahmar said nothing. Ever since his return, he'd noticed that while the desert folk remained as brave as ever—if not more so—they also seemed increasingly reckless. To put it bluntly, Sumeru's declining population made a lot more sense now.

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Reflections and Chaos

Yu sat back, holding the red-and-white ball, his mind teetering between exasperation and bemusement. His people were brilliant yet wild, disciplined yet absurd. Somewhere in the chaos, he found a strange sense of pride, though he couldn't shake the nagging thought: How did we end up like this?

Perhaps, in their mischief and rebellion, they mirrored their Archon more than he cared to admit.

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