How To Save Yourself From Being Targeted By The Anemo Archon In Genshin Impact? - Chapter 7

The System expressed its terror. Although it knew it was invisible, it instinctively felt a bone-chilling cold when that gaze swept over its position.

Fortunately, the Wind Spirit had been alert. Otherwise, had the Demon God discovered it, it would have been crushed instantly.

What is he doing here?

The System hurriedly woke the recently asleep Jiang Yubai.

Jiang Yubai furrowed his brows and opened his eyes in a foul mood. Locking eyes with Decarabian’s dark orbs and seeing him standing by the bed like a ghost in the middle of the night, he snapped irritably, “I say, Lord Demon God, is there something you need at this hour?”

The youth showed no fear. He lay lazily on the bed, his voice husky from sleep. His eyes were half-closed with lingering drowsiness as he let out a yawn. It was as if this were his own territory and Decarabian were merely a guest.

Jiang Yubai had no idea how provocative he looked at that moment.

His clothes had been shredded by the gale during the fight, hanging off him in tatters. To Jiang Yubai, a modern man who had seen all sorts of bizarre fashion, this was just a designer distressed outfit.

But to Decarabian, it was different.

The youth’s black hair was scattered messily across the pillow. His eyes were glazed with sleep, and the red mole at the corner of his eye was strikingly vivid. His gaze was undeniably alluring. Beneath the black leather jacket, his white shirt was torn open, revealing skin where the wounds had already healed into a soft, tender pink. Due to his sleeping posture, his collar was wide open, exposing elegant collarbones and a sliver of his shoulder.

It looked like a silent invitation.

Decarabian’s gaze fell upon the youth’s Adam’s apple and collarbones. His eyes darkened. He swallowed hard against a dry throat, and his breathing suddenly turned heavy. Since this was his domain, Decarabian followed his instincts and leaned toward the youth on the bed.

Host, stop being dazed! Open your eyes and look, he is acting weird!

Jiang Yubai: ?

The bed frame suddenly groaned under the shifting weight of another person. Jiang Yubai was fully awake now. He pressed his hand against Decarabian’s chest, his eyes filled with suspicion and wariness. “What are you doing?”

“Serve me.”

A string of question marks popped up in Jiang Yubai’s mind, leaving him utterly bewildered. Serve him? How? Wait. Jiang Yubai observed their current posture, specifically the way Decarabian was staring at him as if his gaze were a physical hand touching his entire body.

The realization hit Jiang Yubai, and his face instantly turned pale with fury.

Damn it. He thinks I am a woman!

The chains rattled loudly. Jiang Yubai lunged upward, his face cold as he slammed a fist into the Demon God’s face. He pinned the God to the bed with savage force. “Open your eyes and look carefully, damn you! I am a man!”

Having taken a heavy blow to the face, Decarabian remained expressionless. He did not even use his divine powers. Normally, he disdained using force because humans already feared him. He had not expected anyone would actually hit him.

A Demon God loves humanity. This was a conviction carved into his soul, though his way of loving was different.

In the beginning, his subjects suffered from the bitter cold, so he raised a wind wall and found food to fill their bellies. That was the first time Decarabian saw humans smile and felt the thick power of their faith. At that time, he knew he was doing the right thing. Therefore, he accepted everything his subjects offered him without hesitation.

Centuries passed. Familiar faces were replaced by new ones, and along with them, the power of faith vanished. He did not understand why. He still used his power to protect them just as before, so why did their faith dwindle until it ran dry? And why did they no longer smile at him, showing instead a strange emotion called fear?

Decarabian did not know. He had lived too long and could not comprehend the complexity of human emotions. Why did this particular human fly into a rage and hit him just because he asked to be served? Decarabian was confused. Since the human had sworn fealty, he was a subject, and a subject should offer everything unconditionally.

Jiang Yubai, unaware of the God’s inner monologue, gripped the collar of the God’s sweater and roared, “You are insulting me!”

The System’s eyes widened in shock. This Demon God actually wanted to sleep with its host. Oh my god. In all the mission worlds they had visited, this was the first time they had encountered a male interested in men, and of all people, he chose Jiang Yubai.

If it were an ordinary person, the System would just light a candle for them. But this was a Demon God! Host, wake up! If he forces you… I can only light a candle for you.

Decarabian spoke up then: “I did not.” After his rebuttal, he reached out and touched Jiang Yubai’s waist. “What does being a man matter? My subjects have done so before.”

The System fell silent.

When the leather glove touched his waist, Jiang Yubai’s skin broke into a cold shiver. His face darkened as he leapt off the bed, retreating toward the window. Amidst the clattering of chains, he backed into the window sill and froze. He found himself staring straight into a pair of wide, beady eyes outside the tower wall.

The Wind Spirit stared back blankly, locking eyes with the embarrassed, furious, and dark-faced Jiang Yubai.

How long has this little guy been watching from outside?

Don’t let this mess corrupt his pure heart.

Jiang Yubai checked the Wind Spirit’s eyes and sighed in relief when he realized the little thing did not understand a thing. Right, he is just a little spirit. How could he understand this?

To avoid the Wind Spirit being discovered, Jiang Yubai stepped back inside. With a cold expression, he grabbed the iron chain attached to his ankle. With a violent tug, the wooden bed was flipped over instantly. Decarabian was forced to drop to the floor to avoid the heavy furniture.

Jiang Yubai said with loathing, “Decarabian, is it? Why don’t you find a mirror and look at yourself? With all that stubble on your face, you have the nerve to ask someone to serve you? Our ages aren’t a match either. Please, spare me.”

Decarabian instinctively touched the stubble on his chin. It was prickly. He indeed had not groomed himself in a long time because no one dared to look him in the eye. Over time, he had stopped caring about his appearance.

Stunned by Jiang Yubai’s rejection, Decarabian said nothing for a long while before turning and leaving.

The System was amazed. Talk-no-jutsu actually works? He really left?

Good, good. The host’s dignity is temporarily safe.

That scared the life out of me, the System chirped.

Hmm?

I thought you were going to be… uh… The talkative System immediately shut up, peeking at Jiang Yubai. As expected, Jiang Yubai was glaring at it gloomily. He grabbed the System and tossed it away. The dizzy System hit the stone wall and fell to the floor.

He dusted off his hands and ignored the System’s pitiful wails, looking back toward the window. The Wind Spirit had vanished.

Jiang Yubai flipped the bed back over, picked up the blanket and pillow, and shook them out as if trying to shake off every trace of Decarabian’s presence. Then he lay down, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. Finally, no more interruptions.

After a while, Jiang Yubai opened his eyes. His face was as sour as if someone owed him a fortune. He could not sleep.

The System watched warily. Jiang Yubai got out of bed. Since his shoes had vanished, he was barefoot. The System watched as its ill-tempered host bent down with a cold face, grabbed the chain, braced his foot against the wooden bed, and pulled with all his might.

CRACK.

The wood snapped.

The System’s pupils dilated as it watched Jiang Yubai free himself, picking up the bothersome chain and winding it around his hand. The chain itself would not break, but the wooden bed was brittle.

Jiang Yubai gripped the long chain, walked to the door, and opened it.

Two soldiers of the Gale Army were startled. Recognizing the prisoner, they raised their weapons to stop him. Before they could even speak, Jiang Yubai used the chain to swiftly lash around their necks. As they gasped for air, struggling to pull the chain away, Jiang Yubai grabbed their armor and slammed their heads together. Both were knocked unconscious and collapsed.

The System automatically flew ahead to scout the enemies. The pair coordinated perfectly, quickly neutralizing all the guards stationed within the tower.

The System grew giddy with excitement, forgetting the incident in the room. Host, are you not staying in that room anymore?

Looking at him makes me annoyed, Jiang Yubai replied. Him referred to Decarabian.

If he finds out we ran, he will come after us.

Tsk. Let’s get out first.

Guess that is the only way… wait! People! Five people coming around the corner!

Before the System could finish, three people descended the stairs followed by two soldiers. Two short-haired boys walked with their heads bowed in dejection. The man leading them had a furrowed brow, his fiery red hair tied back. He glanced occasionally at the armed guards behind them, seemingly lost in thought.

Jiang Yubai hid at the corner, waiting for them to walk into his trap. He slowed his breathing and listened to their conversation.

“Sorry, Ragnvindr, we dragged you into this,” a blonde boy said timidly. “If you had not come to help us, Arnold would not have targeted you and had the guards bring us here.”

Arnold’s ancestors were among the first to believe in the God of Storms, and their loyal service over generations had brought them glory and wealth. Being the only noble in the wind wall made him arrogant and reckless. The boys had been selling snacks at a stall to help their father when Arnold, that lecher, took a liking to the younger brother. It was monstrous!

The younger brother had inherited their father’s hair, a beautiful ice-blue, and pale blue eyes. The older brother had their mother’s common blonde hair. He had been pinned down by Arnold’s henchmen, forced to watch his brother fall into the demon’s hands. When the younger brother resisted and was struck by Arnold, the older brother was filled with fury.

That was when the kind swordsman, Ragnvindr, rescued the boy and threatened Arnold with his weapon. Predictably, they were dragged before Decarabian by the guards Arnold summoned, with Arnold gloatingly exaggerating the story.

The blonde boy touched his brother’s swollen cheek. The blue-haired boy squeezed his brother’s hand. “Brother, I am fine. It does not hurt.”

Ragnvindr looked at them and said softly, “This has nothing to do with you. Even without you, I would have found a way into the tower to see the God of Storms.” He frowned. “I did not expect him to be so indifferent to the people’s will.”

He recalled Arnold’s smug face and snorted. What chilled him was the God’s permission of the nobility’s tyranny. Or perhaps the God knew and simply did not care. The commoners suffered under the nobility and hoped for the monarch’s gaze, but hope had died. They had sent many letters but received no response. Ragnvindr’s risky infiltration was a desperate attempt to speak for them.

He had briefly mentioned the nobility’s actions, but the Demon God on the throne did not even seem to hear him. Ragnvindr only heard the God murmuring incoherent, insignificant words: “Like this… it should be enough, right?” “Will he like it… if…”

From beginning to end, the God had never looked at them!

“Move it!” the guard shouted, pushing the three of them forward.

Ragnvindr grit his teeth. If he had not lost his weapon and if there were not two children to protect, he would have found a way to escape already. But he could not leave them.

How can I protect them and take out these two guards?

As Ragnvindr pondered, a sudden, chilly wind brushed past his face. Accompanied by the sharp clinking of chains, a black shadow lunged at the guards behind him!