The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [212]

"Looking at that god... I find it hard to imagine what the Archon War thousands of years ago must have been like," Jia Changjiang said to the Millelith gathered before him.

"An eternity of existence, immense power, and the title of ‘god’..." He paused. "To be honest... I've wondered if facing such battles would be the end of me."

Standing before the Millelith, he spoke with rare candor.

"That thing is a god—a being that stood at the pinnacle of this continent thousands of years ago. And me? I'm just a twenty-something without even a Vision. No matter how extraordinary my experiences might be, there's no way to fully bridge the gap between a mortal and a god... Let's be honest."

Jia Changjiang sighed, his tone steady but unyielding.

"I can’t deal with that god alone. I tried, fought it twice just now, but it’s clear—I don’t have what it takes."

"Powerful as a monster..." He looked down at his own hands. "No, perhaps gods themselves are inherently beyond human comprehension."

He let out a breath.

"My time, my experiences, are far too short compared to theirs."

"When I was fighting that god, I didn’t know if I’d be alive the next moment. I didn’t know what would happen in the next instant. Standing before a creature far beyond mortal capability, I was acutely aware of how short my life is compared to theirs."

His words, though tinged with vulnerability, reached the ears of every conscious Millelith.

And then Jia Changjiang smiled.

"But it thrilled me."

His declaration drew puzzled glances from the Millelith, many of whom looked up in confusion.

“When I fought the Fatui earlier, and just now when I fought the god—I had no idea what would happen next.”

He grinned, an uncontainable excitement gleaming in his eyes. “I knew what I was up against. And yet, in the heat of battle, when I faced the Fatui or clashed with the god, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of exhilaration.”

“Still, when I brought down that iron staff and faced the god, I couldn’t help but ask myself… Why am I here? Why am I getting involved in these matters? As an outsider, I have no reason—no obligation—to be part of this.”

His voice grew quieter, tinged with a hint of dryness as he scratched his throat. Maybe I drank too much wine before coming here…

Rain continued to pour from the storm brought by the god, but Jia Changjiang ignored it.

“When I was in Mondstadt, it was the same. I had no reason to involve myself in anything. And yet, by the time I realized it, I’d already placed myself at the center of it all.”

He smiled faintly.

"I… like Liyue."

Jia Changjiang suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground, resting his hands on his knees as he addressed the Millelith.

“The scenery here is beautiful. The taverns have a great atmosphere. The storytellers’ performances are captivating. And the food… the food is incredible.”

He took a deep breath and looked up at the stormy sky, his voice unusually calm for someone in the midst of a battlefield against a god.

"Liyue… reminds me of home."

Jia Changjiang fell silent, his quiet reflection stretching long enough to make even Lumine and the others restless.

On a battlefield still threatened by a god, with the Vortex God's movements temporarily sealed, time was precious. Every moment felt like a gamble against the unknown.

“You all must have your reasons for coming to the Jade Chamber,” he said at last. “I may not have anyone in Liyue I need to protect, but I’m certain you do.”

Jia Changjiang's gaze swept over them.

“I came here... to play the hero.”

He pointed to his own face, flushed red from the wine he'd had earlier.

"Before coming here, I drank eighteen bowls of wine at a tavern to steel my nerves."

“I wanted to protect the people of Liyue because I saw a chance to make a difference. I wanted to be a hero, even if it meant acting recklessly. I didn’t care.”

His smile grew broader, almost childlike in its earnestness.

“I find every person in this world fascinating.”

“I hope that the children will grow up to become people worth admiring. I hope those who’ve already found their path will keep moving forward. This world belongs to everyone in it... That’s how I see things.”

He leaned forward slightly.

“Liyue has stood for 3,700 years.”

Jia Changjiang’s voice grew firmer.

“This land, this city, has been guarded for 3,700 years. Generations have come and gone, roots planted deep into the earth, building what you see today.”

“For millennia, the Adepti have protected this land. For millennia, the Geo Archon has shielded this nation. And yet, as mortals, even if we dedicate our lives to safeguarding something, we only have a few decades to give.”

He looked at the Millelith—some young, their faces still fresh and hopeful; others older, their features marked by years of service.

“One person might not accomplish much alone, but... there are always others standing beside them.”

“In time, someone will take up where we leave off. Whether it’s a baby in the cradle, or a child playing with sticks by the roadside, someone will one day pick up a weapon to defend Liyue—to protect this land and its people.”

“Before you stand the guardians who came before, and behind you is the future you must protect.”

Jia Changjiang pulled his iron staff from his spatial pocket, using it to push himself up from the ground.

“So... what will you do?”

The Millelith fell silent, his words resonating deeply. Many of them found their thoughts returning to the history of the Millelith, to the oath they had taken upon joining its ranks.

The Millelith’s origins lay in the followers of the Geo Archon, a group that had formed during the city’s earliest days. From the very start, they had stood as Liyue’s unyielding shield.

Through history, the Millelith had fought off demons and monsters, protected civilians, and preserved peace.

Their greatest legacy wasn’t in slaughter but in defense—in being the shield that safeguarded their homeland.

The Millelith's code and laws had evolved over time, yet one guiding principle had remained unchanged:

"The rock shall hold firm, unyielding as mountains. The shield shall stand strong, dispelling all evils."

Remembering this, the Millelith straightened their stances.

Some turned to look back at Liyue Harbor. Others stared at the god before them, massive as a mountain. Still others lowered their heads, tightening their grip on their weapons.

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