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Am I the Failed Male Kiana Clone in Genshin?!

Author: SweetLeon
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"Sigh... This is going to be quite troublesome," Kaiserin murmured as he faced the individuals in front of him. "Hmm? Did you say something, buddy?" a certain ginger-haired man asked, leaning in closer to his ear. "Please step away from him," a golden-eyed man intervened, pulling the ginger-haired man away. "Didn't you claim you were going to be mine, sweetheart?" a certain young master said slowly. "But he mentioned that he's going on a date with me, Waka," a man resembling a Shiba Inu at the Komore Teahouse spoke up. "No, he's going to spend time with me in my office," a certain otter retorted. "Haha, why don't we let the main character of the subject choose who he wants to go with," a certain Duke suggested. All the males turned their attention towards the figure sneaking away as they engaged in their argument. "Ehehe... I never meant it that way! I-I consider each and every one of you as brothers," Kaiserin stammered. They approached him with a smile and said, "Isn't it a bit too late?" "Kyaaaaaaaa~! Lynx! Save me!" Kaiserin accidentally screamed. "Hmph... Who is this Lynx? Another man you've seduced?" a certain desert fox questioned. "We should lock him up to ensure he doesn't seduce anyone else..." a grey-haired muscular man suggested. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!!!!"

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Chapter 1Chapter 1 - Waking up

Waking up, I found myself in Genshin Impact.

How did I know this? I was surrounded by a field of Glaze Lilies and there was a floating island in the sky, which looked similar to how Celestia looked in the game.

If it weren't for these flowers, I would have thought I was in Laputa instead.

Oh, I still need to introduce myself.

I was formerly called Seiji, but now I am Kaiserin Kaslana. I was a graduate student who was chosen by Truck-kun just as I was crossing the road in excitement after receiving an admission email from my university.

Although I didn't meet any R.O.Bs, I did get some kind of system...

It's one of those systems that have their own will. Although I'm glad that my system is not that kind of system, having a high-pitched child voice in your head 24/7 would get a bit annoying.

Well, now that I'm here, at least I have a companion of some kind. It would be lonely to live here with no one else around to remind me of my hometown.

Even though I have no attachment to my home, I would still miss it anyway. But for now, I should at least find somewhere to live.

[Hey, are you done with your monologue yet?]

"I was just explaining to the readers what happened," Kaiserin explained.

[What readers? I think you're delusional. Should I give you a nickname for it?]

"Okay, now you're just copying Paimon," Kaiserin replied to the system's rants.

[Hehe, how did you know? Anyway, you should go to the nearby city first, or else you'll be crushed by the hillichurls and I wouldn't want that.]

"Hai hai." Kaiserin replied sarcastically.

[Let's go to Liyue then! That's the nearest city from here!]

"It is getting dark. Maybe I should go to a nearby cottage to sleep before leaving."

[But! But! Liyue!!!]

"I know, I know. But you see, it's getting dark. Do you want your small ol' helpless Host to leave in such a scary environment?"

[Ehm.... Then! Let's leave tomorrow! I can't leave my helpless host in such a situation!]

"Thank you, big brother," Kaiserin replied, glad the persuasion worked.

[That's right! I'm the big brother! Hehehe...]

Slowly walking back, I looked at the scenery which looked animated and very aesthetic.

I'd like to know which part of the plot I'm in right now...

Sigh... I also have no more currency of Teyvat.

Ehmmm... That's a problem for future me, not mine. I should sleep and relax right now.

Unbeknownst to him, a certain golden-eyed man had been staring at him since the moment he woke up...

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