How To Save Yourself From Being Targeted By The Anemo Archon In Genshin Impact? - Chapter 14

Ugh!

The System was so disgusted by Arnold that it felt like vomiting. Its ball-like body shot forward like a projectile, slamming toward his face, but since people in this world could not touch it, it passed right through.

Waaaah, my poor Host! Is he going to lose his virtue to this fat pig?

The System thought mournfully. Its Host was a steel-straight man who had never even had a girlfriend, and now he was being targeted by a man, a hideously ugly, fat man at that. It would be better if

It glanced toward Decarabian. Although he was just as annoying, if the Host absolutely had to lose his virtue, this tyrant was at least better than the fat pig! At least he was good-looking.

Jiang Yubai leaned back in disgust, dodging Arnold’s wandering hand. His face was cold, radiating a freezing chill as he stared at the man. “Get lost!”

“Stingy, I like that,” Arnold said, his greasy, revolting gaze lingering on the youth. “No matter. I like them with a bit of a fight. It makes things much more fun in bed.”

Suppressing his rage, Jiang Yubai looked toward Decarabian, who was still watching from the sidelines. He knew exactly what the God was thinking. Decarabian simply wanted him to bow his head and beg for rescue.

Since he had escaped, the Demon God had shown no reaction at all. He did not believe for a second that the other had not noticed his flight, but Decarabian’s current reaction suggested he was certain Jiang would return to him voluntarily.

How annoying. They were both Demon Gods, but why was there such a world of difference? Recalling Morax, whom he had met earlier, Jiang Yubai ground his teeth.

Since arriving in this world, everyone had gone mad, all of them fixated on him. In all fairness, his looks were not feminine. In his previous mission worlds, people did not try to gay him like they did here.

What Jiang Yubai did not know was that in every world he had visited, anyone who developed designs on him had been dealt with secretly by the protagonists. The reason those worlds collapsed, leading to him and the System falling into this world, was fundamentally because the male protagonists went insane, causing the world lines to crumble.

Host, maybe you should just submit to Decarabian, the System tentatively suggested.

What kind of nonsense are you talking?

I will never bow my head to him. Look at him, so arrogant and dismissive. He is just waiting for me to beg. Hmph. Begging him is absolutely impossible, Jiang Yubai sneered. As for this fat pig, if he dares to lay a hand on me, he should watch out for his junk! Jiang Yubai’s gaze swept coldly over Arnold’s lower half, his eyes filled with a murderous light.

System: …

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Arnold spoke respectfully to the God of Storms: “King, I am taking him away.”

Decarabian looked at Jiang Yubai. Seeing that he showed no sign of unwillingness, the God furrowed his brows.

Silence was taken as permission. Arnold understood Decarabian well. After all, as a subordinate, speculating on the King’s intentions was a mandatory skill. Arnold hurriedly waved his hand, ordering the Gale Army to deliver the person to his home.

Tied up and bound, Jiang Yubai was delivered to Arnold’s bed. The System paced around in circles, frantic, while the person in question remained entirely calm.

His weapons had been confiscated. His hands and feet were bound with hemp rope, and his arms were tied behind his back. Perhaps having experienced Jiang Yubai’s terrifying combat ability, the guards were not satisfied with just binding his hands. They also wound the rope several times around his waist and arms.

Jiang Yubai lay on his side on the bed, scanning the three sections of rope on his legs, tied at the ankles, calves, and knees. How afraid of me are they?

He was truly wrapped up tight. Jiang Yubai tried to struggle, but he could not move an inch. He observed the room’s decor. Compared to Freier’s house, this noble’s home was much better, but to a modern person like Jiang Yubai, the only way to describe it was four bare walls.

The only thing worth looking at in the thatched hut was the bed he was lying on. Jiang Yubai kicked out in disgust, knocking a decorative item off the end of the bed.

Arnold was somewhat smart. All sharp objects in the room had been removed. There was not even a cup or a bowl, fundamentally eliminating any possibility of escape.

Creak!

The door opened. The System’s rotating body froze as it looked toward the door. Seeing Arnold’s flabby face, it shrieked: He’s here!

I see him. I’m not blind.

What do we do! What do we do! The System spun like a top.

…

Jiang Yubai gave the System a complex look. He had not even shouted yet. Why was the System acting like it was the one about to be pinned down?

Jiang Yubai met the small eyes squeezed into slits by fat. When those eyes saw him, they immediately stared with an intense, straight gaze. Arnold stepped inside and shut the door tightly, even sliding the bolt into place.

Watching his actions, Jiang Yubai raised an eyebrow. Arnold approached with his two hundred pound frame, looking lecherously at the person on the bed. “Hehe, beauty, have you been waiting long?”

Jiang Yubai spoke slowly, subtly probing for information: “Yes, quite a while. What were you doing? To keep me waiting so long.”

The fat man froze, seemingly not expecting a response.

The System looked at Jiang Yubai in horror. It closed its eyes, opened them, closed them again. It was not a hallucination! Who was this youth on the bed, curling his lips into a smile and looking increasingly vivid and alluring?

The System felt like it was knowing him for the first time. You, you, you! Host, are you actually seducing him?! Its tone was full of shock and eventually turned into disappointment.

Is there something wrong with your eyes?

I think there is something wrong with your brain! Do you expect me to wait for you to save me?

Cough cough! This, that, Host, you continue, hehe.

Arnold swallowed hard, his heart pounding. Electrified by the youth’s soulful gaze, he spoke nervously: “Nothing, it is nothing. I was just looking at the things you were carrying. What is this black thing?”

He pulled out the weapons searched from Jiang Yubai’s person, the two daggers and the gun. He held the heavy gun and questioned him.

“That is a toy,” Jiang Yubai lied through his teeth.

It seemed Arnold had not gone looking for Freier. Jiang Yubai buried his deep thoughts.

Arnold placed all the items on a distant table and rubbed his hands as he approached the bed. His greasy gaze stuck to the youth, and he impatiently reached out to stroke his face. Jiang Yubai suppressed his disgust and acted, indicating the ropes on his hands and feet.

His tone became much softer, a stark contrast to his usual impression. He said pitifully, “The rope hurts so much. Can you untie it?”

Arnold hesitated. He looked at the youth’s collar, which had opened due to his movements, revealing fair and delicate skin. With his hormones taking over, he no longer cared about Jiang Yubai’s martial prowess. Besides, how was he supposed to sleep with him if his legs were tied? He only needed to keep the hands bound.

“Hehe, I will untie it. I will untie it for you in a moment.”

Arnold climbed onto the bed, his wandering hands crudely tearing at the youth’s collar.

Jiang Yubai’s lips stiffened slightly, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes as he waited for the man to get closer.

When the Wind Spirit found them, this was the scene it witnessed. Its partner was pinned down with his hands and feet bound, his black clothes torn open to reveal rounded shoulders and chest. He looked bedraggled, helpless, and pitiable. That human actually wanted to lean in and kiss him.

This familiar scene immediately made the Wind Spirit think of the images of human reproduction it had seen.

Guji!

For the first time, it attacked a human.

Fury ignited in the Wind Spirit’s eyes. A violent gale instantly flipped Arnold over, sending him crashing into the wall where he lost consciousness immediately.

Oh ho! Great!

The System, finally free from the torture of watching the Host act, let out a sigh of relief. Heaven knows how terrifying it was to see Jiang Yubai acting. It was even afraid of being silenced afterward. Hiss, I have never heard the Host speak in such a soft tone. The System shuddered.

Before he could act, Jiang Yubai was stunned by the Wind Spirit suddenly lunging at him. The spirit huddled on his shoulder and sobbed, its body shaking as it let out mournful cries.

Feeling the moisture on his skin, Jiang Yubai looked in amazement at the crying spirit. “I am fine.”

I am touched. He knows how to protect his old father’s chastity, Jiang Yubai remarked to the System.

The System agreed. I told you courting him was the right move.

The Wind Spirit lifted its tear-streaked face. Jiang Yubai comforted it for a long while until it finally stopped crying. “Can you cut the rope for me?”

The Wind Spirit nodded. The rope snapped as the wind sliced through it.

Jiang Yubai sat up, rearranged his clothes, rubbed his wrists, and got off the bed to reclaim his weapons. Then, playing with his dagger, he approached the unconscious Arnold with a cold smile.

“Good, don’t look.”

Jiang Yubai pressed the Wind Spirit against his chest and brought the blade down on Arnold’s lower half. Instantly, blood began to spread.

The System gasped sharply. Arnold was jolted awake by the pain, screaming in agony as he clutched his crotch and curled into a ball. He rolled and twisted in convulsions, cold sweat pouring down his face as his expression contorted into a mess of pain.

Despite the commotion, no soldiers or servants arrived. It was clear that Arnold had given orders to ignore any noise before he came, which now made things convenient for Jiang Yubai.

“Ji?” The Wind Spirit moved, hearing the sound.

“Let’s go.”

No longer looking at the miserable Arnold, Jiang Yubai unbolted the door and pushed it open.

The moment he stepped out, he froze. Decarabian was standing there silently. As soon as Jiang Yubai appeared, he was caught in the Demon God’s gaze.

The System went numb. What is this? Out of the dragon’s pool and into the tiger’s den? Its Host was truly beset by misfortune in this world.

Jiang Yubai instinctively covered the Wind Spirit. The spirit let out a confused sound.

Too late!

Decarabian’s gaze had already fallen on the Wind Spirit. Before Jiang could react, the spirit was instantly snatched into the God’s hand and examined closely.

Held by its head, the Wind Spirit’s eyes widened with rage: “Guji!”

A wisp of wind slapped Decarabian’s face, but it only blew his hair. It did not hurt at all.

“So that’s it,” Decarabian said in a deep voice. “Born from the same source as I.”

“A tiny wisp of the wind of turning points, born from the Thousand Winds?”

The God of Storms looked down. The Wind Spirit suddenly vanished, reappearing beside Jiang Yubai. It grabbed the youth’s sleeve with its tiny hands, glaring at Decarabian with hostility.

“He is my friend.”

Jiang Yubai keenly felt the God’s surging murderous intent. He grabbed the Wind Spirit and hid it behind his back. “Let him go, and I will go with you.”