Sacrificing Myself: Nine Transmigrations (Genshin Impact)

"Hello, Venti. Nice to meet you—I'm Elliot," he greeted first.

Venti was momentarily surprised by Elliot's sudden appearance, then leapt down from the tree.

"Nice to meet you too!"

"Wait… hold on."

"That bottle—don't tell me that's apple wine!?"

"I can smell it… yep, that's definitely apple wine. And high-quality stuff at that... ahh, it smells amazing."

"Let me compose a unique poem just for you in exchange... hehe, could I just try a sip? Just one."

Just as expected, Venti was immediately drawn to the apple wine Elliot brought.

As a self-proclaimed wine enthusiast, both his eyes and nose were finely tuned—especially when alcohol was involved.

Still, seeing the Anemo Archon reduced to bartering poetry for wine… was admittedly a little pitiful.

Then again, it wasn't much better for the others. Zhongli always forgot his wallet, and the Raiden Shogun was a full-time shut-in.

The fact that the three Archons together couldn't scrape up a single Mora was pretty ridiculous.

"No need for the poetry. I just want to ask you something. If you can answer, these bottles of wine are yours."

"Really!?" Venti lit up with joy.

"Really," Elliot confirmed.

After chatting for more than ten minutes, Elliot got the answer he wanted and left the bottles with Venti.

As he watched Elliot's figure fade into the night, even Venti's beloved apple wine seemed to lose its flavor.

"I'll write a poem just for you," he whispered.

And even long after Elliot disappeared into the darkness, Venti remained lost in thought.

...

Elliot returned to the inn.

After a bit of light conversation, the two went to sleep.

"Elliot... Elliot..."

In the middle of the night, he heard someone softly calling his name.

Groggily opening his eyes, he saw Shenhe standing there, cheeks slightly flushed.

"What's wrong? Can't sleep?" he murmured.

"I'm just... not used to this. Um… would it be okay if... I slept with you?"

Her face was beet red, voice barely a whisper. Even at this distance, Elliot could hardly make it out.

"Sure, come on in."

He shifted over, making space.

Shenhe carefully lay down, her face glowing red. Elliot could clearly hear her heartbeat.

Sharing a bed with such a beauty, his thoughts inevitably wandered, so he turned to face away and tried to sleep.

Just as he was drifting off, he felt Shenhe wrap her arms around him.

"So warm..." she murmured—and fell sound asleep.

...

The next morning, Elliot woke first.

Shenhe was still deep in sleep.

Even after he slipped out of her embrace, she didn't stir.

After freshening up, Elliot started preparing breakfast.

The delicious smell finally woke Shenhe.

She stretched, opened her sleepy eyes, and inhaled the aroma deeply.

"You're awake. Breakfast's ready," Elliot said with a soft smile.

Shenhe got up obediently. After washing up, she happily slurped down the noodles.

"These are so good," she said between mouthfuls, clearly addicted to his tomato and egg noodles.

"Heh, glad you like it. Eat as much as you want—I made plenty," he replied with a smile.

"Last night was the best sleep I've had in years... Thank you."

"It's nothing. If I can help you sleep well, we can do this again anytime."

"Mm..." Remembering last night, her cheeks flushed slightly.

She lowered her head and ate even faster.

...

After breakfast, they spent the day wandering around Mondstadt again.

One day turned into several dozen.

Over time, Shenhe's personality began to subtly shift.

Compared to before, she spoke much more, her tone softened, and she slowly came to understand more about how people interacted.

As she spent more time with Elliot, she began to open up. She even tried making tomato and egg noodles for him.

Though her cooking was awful, Elliot always ate everything without complaint.

Touched, Shenhe worked even harder to learn. She even became close friends with Jean and often visited her to learn how to cook.

...

One night, they slept together as usual.

Shenhe, who normally held his hand, began to move her touch somewhere off-limits.

"Shenhe, what are you doing?"

Elliot caught her right hand and asked.

"You... you're not asleep…?"

Caught in the act, Shenhe's entire face turned scarlet.

"Nope. Still awake."

"I... I just…"

"Jean said... once we've done that, we'll officially be husband and wife."

At that moment—

Shenhe stopped hiding.

She suddenly rolled Elliot over. The look in her eyes made it very clear where this was going.

Blushing furiously, she straddled him, slowly undoing the red string wrapped around her body.

"My master gave me this red cord to restrain my emotions, but... ever since we started cultivating together, I've learned how to truly control my power."

"You are... the one red string that can truly bind me."

Her words left Elliot stunned.

Seeing her like this, he felt like his heart was being eaten alive.

He clenched his teeth, shut his eyes, and squeezed his fists so tightly that his nails pierced his palms—blood dripping onto the floor.

He liked her—he really did.

But...

Fate had other plans.

Nine lifetimes. Endless reincarnation. He couldn't escape it.

The erosion.

Another round of erosion.

"I don't like you. Let's break up."

His voice was low—and ice cold.

Shenhe, halfway through undressing, froze.

Her pupils shrank in shock.

"What... did you just say?" she asked, unable to believe it. She was certain she had misheard.

"I said I don't like you. Get off of me."

Elliot repeated.

The words struck her like a hammer to the heart.

For a moment, everything stopped—her breath, her heartbeat, the world around her.

She trembled, her pupils quivering as if in an earthquake.

"Elliot... I…"

"Don't ever bother me again."

Elliot stood up, cold as death.

He walked to the window, grabbed his spear, and with all his strength, hurled it out into the night.

"Elliot, don't go! I won't do it again, I swear, I—"

Before she could finish, he vanished from the window.

Outside the door, Jean stood silently, her brows slightly furrowed.