Genshin Impact: Villain Life Simulator

Chapter 161: Villain Simulator, Ch 160

["I have never demanded their faith," Morax said impassively. "I only protect and assist them. By the time I realized it, they already regarded me as a god. Even I cannot compel humans to believe in me."]

[Your mind cleared as if a veil had been lifted. You nodded toward Morax. "Thank you for your guidance. I am Decarabian, the God of Storms. One day, I too will have a nation and people of my own. As a token of my gratitude, I promise never to trespass upon your lands."]

[You returned to Mondstadt, your homeland. In this vast territory were countless refugees. The name "God of Storms" spread among them through whispers.]

[Confronted by your immense power, they were naturally fearful. But you remembered Morax's teachings. You did not force them to bow to you. Instead, you showed your goodwill through action.]

[Age 842: You dispersed the endless snowstorms with gusts of wind, helping human tribes establish their settlements.]

[Age 875: You aided the humans in defeating the monsters that attacked them. This time, they did not flee in fear but expressed their gratitude—meager though it was, it marked a promising beginning.]

[Age 923: Through years of effort, you gained many followers in Mondstadt. Yet, it was not the time to ascend as a true god. Another powerful force was stirring. You knew that a confrontation with this power was inevitable.]

[Age 936: The humans who revered you prepared a gift. Unlike the simplistic monsters, their offering was not food or treasures but a tower befitting your stature.]

[Standing atop the tower, you gazed down upon the land. Your followers showed you genuine respect—this, you could feel. Their faith bolstered your strength, ever-growing due to their belief (activated talent: Majestic Aura).]

[Age 948: At that time, across Teyvat, gods were emerging in abundance. They stood at the pinnacle of power. Even the weakest god wielded strength not to be underestimated.]

[Gods seemed innately drawn to conflict. Perhaps due to higher forces at play, wars among gods were unceasing. Teyvat was divided into seven regions, with only one god in each area qualifying to ascend as a true deity after triumphing over their rivals.]

[Age 960: Compared to other regions, Mondstadt's conflicts among gods were relatively mild. This was because only two mighty gods resided in the region: you, Decarabian, and another known as Andrius, the "King of the North Wind."]

[Like you, Andrius had won the allegiance of some Mondstadt inhabitants. But a single region could not accommodate two leaders. Your inevitable battle began on an unremarkable day.]

[Unlike your humanoid form, Andrius appeared as an enormous white wolf. For reasons unknown, his gaze toward you burned with hatred. Then it dawned on you: he was the cub whose mother you had slain long ago.]

[It was as if fate had orchestrated it. The wolf pup that once howled in the snow had grown into a formidable god. Your battle was not merely fueled by vengeance. Among gods, there was no reconciliation—only a fight to the death.]

[Age 1000: Andrius challenged you, the "Lord of the Tower." Your battle lasted forty years, not because your powers were evenly matched—his claws and fangs couldn't harm you, and his frost and snow were effortlessly scattered by your tempestuous winds.]

[After each victory, you let him leave. To him, this was an insult from your arrogance. Yet, you saw him as the only god in Mondstadt who stood on equal footing with you. His presence made you feel less alone in the world.]

[However, all wars must end. In your final battle, Andrius's pride shattered. Defeated and despondent, he begged you for an honorable death. Instead, you threw him from your tower.]

[For the King of the North Wind, this was the greatest humiliation. He fled like a broken creature. With his departure, you became the uncontested ruler of Mondstadt.]

[Age 1031: Leading your people, you expanded your territory. Each time the land grew, you extended your tower higher, so you could oversee your realm and all its inhabitants.]

[The dream you once held had finally come true. Following Morax's teachings, you earned the love and respect of your people.]

[Age 1162: Unlike monsters, humans established their own civilization after building cities. Their respect for you did not diminish with their growth. Through the power of legacy, your believers only increased.]

[Age 1232: The expansion of your territory reached its limit. Mondstadt's harsh environment, with its icy and snow-covered lands, was unsuitable for human survival. Worse still, cold winds continually harassed your city.]

[You loved your people deeply and believed they loved you in return. To shield them from the cold, you used your power to create a storm barrier around the city.]

[The barrier kept the cold and suffering at bay, though it gradually drained your strength. Yet, for the sake of your beloved people, you deemed it worth the cost.]

[Age 1280: The wind blades surrounding you grew stronger as your power increased, making it impossible for mortals to approach. To bridge this gap, you selected three individuals strong enough to endure the wind and entrusted them with meeting you every ten years to report on the kingdom's affairs.]

[Over time, these three individuals established three great families, tasked with governing the nation in your stead.]

[Age 1290: During one such meeting, your subjects made a request: "Oh great king, we are grateful for all you have given us. But your winds are too fierce—can you lessen them slightly?"]

[Unable to weaken the winds around you, you constructed three radiant rings around the tower to reduce their strength. You entrusted the activation of these rings to the three families, ensuring your winds would never harm your people.]

[Age 1342: The radiant rings lessened the intensity of your winds, but in doing so, you became a true solitary king, dwelling alone atop your tower.]

[Once every ten years, you spoke with the leaders of the three families. For the rest of the time, you watched over your people from afar.]

[As their faith grew, so did your power. But the stronger your winds became, the further they drove you from the humans you cherished.]

[You consoled yourself, believing that as long as they held you in their hearts, you were not truly alone.]

[Despite your isolation, you remained diligent in governance. With your keen sight, no subject escaped your gaze. You assigned them roles suited to their strengths, ensuring the city ran optimally.]

[Those with strength became laborers, the meticulous became artisans, the brave defended the borders, and the diligent herded livestock. Your choices were flawless, creating a utopia shielded from the icy wastelands outside.]

[Your greatest joy was gazing upon your kingdom from the tower, seeing your people bow to express their love and respect. It gave you a profound sense of accomplishment.]

[Age 1370: The Gunnhildr family appointed a new leader. During a summons, this young individual displayed extraordinary poise. To your surprise, your winds did not affect him.]

[He bore a Vision of Anemo, a mystical artifact that granted him elemental power and resistance to your storms.]

[You wished to keep him by your side to ease your loneliness. But as a family leader, he had pressing duties.]

[For the first time, you made an "excessive" demand: every decade, you required one person attuned to wind to spend ten years with you in the tower.]

[What you thought was a simple request sparked disputes. "Forgive us, great lord of winds," your subjects said, "but your demand is too harsh. For us, losing ten years of freedom is unbearable."]

[Their refusal enraged you. You had provided them safety and prosperity, yet they balked at such a small price.]

[In the end, they relented, selecting a candidate via vote. Watching from your tower, you noted the chosen individual did not seem pleased.]

[Why? you wondered. Did they not love you? Why were they willing to worship you from afar but unwilling to serve you closely?]

[Regardless, you were no longer alone. The chosen one was a young bard. Knowing your people intimately, you provided him with fine wine and exquisite instruments to make him happy.]

[The bard sang, his melodies filled with fantastical tales. Though his songs delighted you, his face remained somber. When you asked why, he replied, "Oh great lord of winds, it is my honor to sing for you. But unlike you, I am no god. These ten years will cost me the best part of my life."]

[His words resonated. You promised him a gift to compensate for his time, and with this, his smile returned. Together, you drank, sang, and talked, and for the first time in ages, you felt less alone.]

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Author's Note: This simulation is also quite epic, you'll love it. Especially the ending.

Btw, I've started cooking up some Fontaine stuff, although it won't be released anytime soon as I need to make sure it fits the story perfectly, I've also seen clips of our new grandma in Genshin and she's damn cute. I'm going to start playing again next month, so I'll do something about her and the new redhead mommy as well.

With that said, its powerstone resets so I'll give you simple goal for today: 200 p.s for extra Chapter :)

Be quick!