What the Heck, Is She Really Going to Bury Me?
Upon first hearing the crackling sound of the fire, Lin Yuan was indeed scared out of his wits, so much so that his survival instincts kicked in. He mustered up all his strength to try and break free from the hard shell, but to no avail.
Just when he was feeling utterly hopeless about his fate, he noticed that everything around him had gone eerily quiet. Aside from the howling wind and the occasional crackle of the flames, there was nothing but faint, unclear chanting—almost as if it were a spell.
"If they were planning to cook me, the water should've already been boiling by now," he thought, growing less panicked, though still anxious. Lin Yuan began to calm down and analyze the scarce bits of information he had since his strange transmigration.
Of course, calling it "analysis" was generous. He hardly had any information to work with, trapped inside this massive, frustrating egg. He couldn't move, couldn't see, and could only rely on his hearing. His world was pitch black—just darkness, endless darkness.
But perhaps it was the pressure of the situation that jogged his memory, because as Hu Tao continued her half-hour-long soul-crossing ritual, Lin Yuan suddenly recalled a bizarre, earworm of a song:
"Big Hilichurl is sick, second Hilichurl checks,
Third Hilichurl gathers herbs, fourth Hilichurl howls~"
"Big Hilichurl is sick, second Hilichurl checks,
Third Hilichurl gathers herbs, fourth Hilichurl howls~"
"Big Hilichurl is sick, second Hilichurl checks,
Third Hilichurl gathers herbs, fourth Hilichurl howls~"
The moment this strange yet rhythmic tune started replaying in his head, Lin Yuan finally pieced it together! No wonder that voice sounded so familiar—it was none other than Hu Tao, the famous director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor from Genshin Impact!
It wasn't just the voice either; the Hilichurl chant sealed the deal. Who else could it be but Hu Tao, the same mischievous poet responsible for such catchy but unsettling songs?
And with that realization, Lin Yuan finally came to terms with the fact that he had transmigrated, not just into another world, but into one he knew very well: Teyvat, the world of Genshin Impact.
"I've actually... transmigrated into Genshin Impact... and I've become... an egg."
Once his mind wrapped around the situation, Lin Yuan's initial shock gave way to a complex mix of emotions. As someone who loved reading novels, he had often fantasized about transmigrating into different worlds. He had even imagined himself living in Teyvat! But never—never—had he thought he would transmigrate as a giant egg.
Just as Lin Yuan was processing this irony, a rustling noise reached his ears, along with the chilling sound of Hu Tao talking to herself:
"Oh my, this egg is huge. Guess I'll have to dig the hole a little deeper."
"?!"
"What the heck, is she really going to bury me?!"
Lin Yuan snapped out of his thoughts immediately. He knew Hu Tao had a notorious love for funerals and often got way too enthusiastic about burying people—she even tried to bury Qiqi once! But burying an egg? Wasn't that taking things a little too far?
As panic set in again, a rush of energy coursed through Lin Yuan. Whether it was the rest he had gotten over the past half-hour or sheer survival instinct kicking in, he felt his strength return, and without a second thought, he hurled himself against the hard shell with all his might.
This time, he used more force than ever before, realizing that if he didn't break out soon, he might really end up six feet under. Who knew what kind of dangers could await him the longer he stayed trapped in this confining egg?
And with that, another loud crack resounded from the egg's surface. A visible fissure appeared on the otherwise smooth shell—an indication that Lin Yuan was close to breaking free.
"Oh my, is something finally coming out?" Hu Tao, who had been diligently digging, noticed the sudden change in the egg and stopped mid-shovel.
Her attention now focused entirely on the growing crack on the egg, she could almost sense the life inside struggling to emerge. Though she had joked about burying the egg, Hu Tao was genuinely curious about it. After all, as the director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor who frequently visited Wuwang Hill, she had never encountered such a peculiar egg.
The egg's crimson-gold patterns and the intense heat it radiated made Hu Tao even more intrigued. She had no idea what sort of creature could lay such an egg, let alone what might be inside it.
Fully engrossed in the unfolding mystery, Hu Tao watched intently as the egg trembled again. It seemed that whatever was inside was making a final push to break free.
With a sharp crack, the shell fractured further.
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