I Transmigrated into Genshin Impact, Only to Become a Famous Author

When Qi Yan woke, he found himself lying in the shallows of Starfell Lake.

He had escaped from the ruins of Khaenri'ah. That person had looked back at him and said, "Go on ahead," then turned to face the dark tide. He left without looking back. That destruction taught him one thing: those who survive must finish the journey for the ones who died.

Among the ruins of the Starfell Valley, I saw an old man sitting beneath a collapsed wall. His legs were broken, and no one was carrying him away. He looked at me without speaking. His eyes were dry, without a tear. He had already finished crying.

I saw an eight-month-old baby, skin and bones, crying like a kitten. His mother held him as she sat by the roadside, soothing him until she began to cry too. They waited a long time, but no food came, no medicine came, and no one came.

I saw a man kneeling beside a bonfire, shaking all over as he wept. His father was dead, his mother was dead, his wife was dead, and his child was dead. He had escaped alone. He said, "Sir, I don't want to die." I said, "I know." He said, "Did I do something wrong?" I didn't answer.

The dragon came. Houses collapsed, crops were destroyed, and people died. Some people were drinking and laughing in a tavern. They drank and laughed while people outside the city were dying. Did they hear? They heard. They heard, and still they drank and laughed. I cursed them. I called them beasts, walking corpses, murderers. When I finished cursing them, they were still drinking and laughing. I walked out of the tavern. The wind blew past, carrying the smell of burning. I stood in the middle of the street, looking at the people huddled against the walls. They looked at me without speaking. Their eyes...