Prolouge

"Sigh...F**k!! What is wrong with my luck!? Through all these years of playing this sh*tty game, not once have I won my 50-50! Urgh, I've put in so much time! I play this game more fervently than anyone else! I do every quest, read every dialogue! I even jot down and create my own Genshin Impact lore based on the existing information." 

The man flopped back onto his bed in frustration, kicking his legs out in an exaggerated, dramatic gesture.

His room, littered with merchandise and fan-made artwork of his favorite characters, felt suffocating, as if even the walls themselves were mocking him. 

He had done it all.

Every. Single. Thing.

For the past few years, Genshin Impact had consumed his life. There wasn't a corner of the game he hadn't explored, a detail he hadn't memorized.

He had spent countless hours exploring the game. He'd scoured every nook for hidden secrets, every chest for new treasures, and every update for lore drops. 

Yet still, he was cursed. 

"Why... just why... wuuuu *sob* *sob* *sob*."

He sniffled, clutching his phone with both hands like it was the last lifeline he had left in the world. His heart sank as the screen flickered, displaying the usual "failed" result on the wish banner.

It was as if the universe had conspired against him, mocking his efforts. Again—another lost 50-50. No five-star character. No rare drops. Just more disappointment.

He had spent hours grinding for the fates, completing endless domains, and wishing on banners until his wallet was empty.

But all he had to show for it were duplicate 4-star characters, which he already had until they're C66, a bunch of low-tier artifacts, and *absolutely nothing* to show for his efforts.

"Gods, what am I even doing with my life?!" he groaned, staring up at the ceiling as if hoping the answer would fall from it.

He'd wasted hours he could never get back, endlessly rerolling for his dream characters. All for nothing.

He even started to create fan theories, elaborate backstories, and predictions for future characters, as if trying to convince himself that he was more than just a random player.

But deep down, he knew it was all for nothing. The game just didn't care.

"Maybe... maybe I'm just cursed," he mumbled into the pillows, feeling the frustration bubble up inside him. 

The anger and sadness swirled into something darker—a feeling of emptiness, like the world he had poured so much of himself into was slipping through his fingers.

Why did everyone else seem to have such good luck? Why did they get the characters they wanted without breaking a sweat? While he? He got shafted every time.

It wasn't even about the game anymore. It was about the principle. He had invested everything—his time, his emotions, his money—and for what?

To keep losing?

He had poured his heart into this game, crafting fan theories and even making his own lore as a way to keep himself connected to the world of Teyvat. But now, it felt like his effort was being mocked. 

"Sob... it's so unfair," he whispered, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

The tears were a mixture of frustration and pure exhaustion, the kind of tears that came from endless disappointment.

And yet, even as he wept, there was a tiny, unreasonable hope buried deep in his chest. Hope that maybe, just maybe, one day he would get what he wanted.

Suddenly, the room around him began to flicker, a strange feeling crawling up his spine. The lights dimmed for a brief moment, and then everything went still.

His breath caught in his throat as a strange pressure, like a hand pressing against his chest, gripped his very soul.

A low hum filled the air—soft at first, then growing louder, vibrating with energy. The phone in his hands flickered again, this time showing something entirely different.

A swirling image of the seven elements, Pyro, Geo, Dendro, Cryo, Electro, Anemo, and Hydro, flashed across the screen. He blinked rapidly, unsure if his eyes were playing tricks on him.

"What the hell...?" he whispered, his voice trembling.

Before he could react, the world around him suddenly unraveled. The screen on his phone, the bed, the room, everything—the universe seemed to bend and warp, sucking him into a vortex of light and energy.

His body tensed, and his heart raced as he was torn from his world.

And then everything went black.

...

When he awoke, it wasn't his room anymore.

It wasn't even his world.

It was Teyvat.

...

The world of Teyvat felt like a dream. It was a place of beauty, power, and mystery, but for the man now standing in it, the surrealism was something more profound than he could have ever imagined.

He had woken up in this land, not knowing how or why, but he could feel something coursing through his body—something weird.

What he did know, however, was that his body had changed. He was no longer the man he once was, but someone—or something—new.

His fingers twitched, and he could feel a presence surrounding him, both terrifying and exhilarating.

Suddenly, he felt it—the weight around his neck. His hand instinctively reached up, and his fingers brushed against what he realized was a necklace.

He pulled it off, and in his hand was an amulet—Vision. But not just a Vision. It was seven brilliant, jeweled amulets that shimmered with multiple colors, each representing a different element.

There were beautiful.

Each one hummed with a different power: the fiery glow of Pyro, the grounded heaviness of Geo, the graceful swirl of Dendro, the chilling frost of Cryo, the electric pulse of Electro, the gentle breeze of Anemo, and the flowing depth of Hydro.

Seven elements.

The realization hit him like a tidal wave. He had been bestowed with not one but seven Visions.

These Visions weren't mere trinkets—they were the key to channeling the elemental forces of Teyvat itself. Power like this, he knew, was rare. In fact, it was unheard of. No one in Teyvat had ever been chosen by all seven elements.

"Seven… visions…" he murmured to himself, his voice shaky as the weight of his newfound abilities set in.

He could feel their presence within him, the power of each element stirring and pulsing through his veins.

The power was intoxicating.

But with it came a deep responsibility.

He stood up, his body still not fully accustomed to the flood of energy coursing through him. He closed his eyes, focusing on the fire at his fingertips. Pyro.

The flame flared into existence at the slightest thought. With a flick of his wrist, the fire danced like a living thing, but it wasn't wild or out of control—it was as if the fire itself was listening, responding to his will.

One down, six to go, he thought, already grasping the weight of what lay ahead. Each element would be a challenge to master, a new force to learn how to wield.

Before he could contemplate further, a soft breeze caught his hair, cool and soothing. Anemo.

The wind.

He felt it swirl around him as if it had a life of its own, swirling through his body, amplifying his senses, allowing him to feel the smallest shifts in the air.

He reached out, and with a focused thought, the wind shifted, bending to his will, carrying the scent of distant mountains on its back.

"This is… insane," he muttered, amazed at how easily his thoughts influenced the environment.

But his excitement was tempered by the daunting realization: He had seven Visions, but he had no idea how to properly wield them.

"Like...I know how the reactions work, but... how in the world can I wield them as I fight... Nah, I'd figure it out."

His thoughts turned to the world around him. Teyvat was no place for the unprepared.

It was a world of gods, archons, and powerful beings that could change the very fabric of reality. Even in the most peaceful regions, monsters lurked, and in the cities, the political struggles between factions were fierce.

And then there were the Archons themselves—figures of immense power who ruled over the elements, their whims shaping the world's fate.

And here he was, standing in the midst of it all, a stranger with the power to rival the gods.

But how would I fit into this world?

A sudden thought struck him. This wasn't just a world of elemental power.

This was a world where only those with the strongest desires could ascend to Celestia and become gods themselves. The Vision wasn't just a tool—it was a reflection of a person's inner drive, their potential.

He knew this now, deep down. He had been chosen for a reason, but what that reason was—he had no idea.

What he did know was that Teyvat wasn't a simple game. This world was filled with formidable beings: the Fatui, the Archons, and the other gods.

But now, with seven Visions, he had a chance to go on an adventure in the world he loves and hates so much.

But now he needed to train, to understand how each Vision could work together, to create synergy between them.

The complexities of each element—Pyro, Geo, Dendro, Cryo, Electro, Anemo, and Hydro—would require more than mere raw talent. He would need to delve in each of the elements.

Luckily, he had something no one else did.

The ability to open domains.

It was a strange, unfamiliar skill, but it felt instinctive. Like an extension of his own desires, his own potential. He could open the doors of domains, pulling materials and resources from them, just as the original Traveler had done in the game.

There were monsters to fight, treasures to collect, and materials to harvest. A perfect place to test his abilities and to build up the skills he'd need to survive in this world.

I can't afford to waste time, he thought. The world of Teyvat was vast, and its challenges were endless.

As he looked out at the horizon from his window, where the bustling sound of the market outside met with the distant mountains, he made a silent vow to himself.

I'll figure this out. I'll master all seven elements. And then… maybe meet with some of the characters and be friends or *cough*... yea, only friends...

With a deep breath, he opened the door to start his training asap.

Then, suddenly he heard a voice behind him.

"What are you doing?"

It was soft, but it carried the weight of authority, a voice that sounded as though it was accustomed to being obeyed. 

He froze. The voice echoed in his mind. And then it clicked.

Ningguang.

The voice belonged to Ningguang, the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing. But why was she calling to him?

Why was he hearing her voice so clearly? His breath hitched in his chest, and before he could gather his thoughts, the voice spoke again, this time closer—directly at him.

"Dinner is served. I have some questions. And I need you to help me with something. Let's talk at the dining table."

He knew her voice well, had heard it countless times in his many hours spent exploring Teyvat through the game, reading about the world and its characters.

But what made his stomach tighten wasn't just her voice. It was the recognition—the sense of familiarity—that bloomed within him. 

He stood there for a moment, trying to process the impossible. His mind raced.

The truth began to settle in like a weight in his chest: I'm not just in Teyvat. I'm someone important here.

Ningguang… The Tianquan. The second-most powerful figure in Liyue. And here he was, hearing her inviting him to dinner and have some questions for him.

With hesitant steps, he followed her, his heart pounding in his chest. As he walked, his mind flashed back to the character profiles, to the lore he'd studied for years.

Ningguang, the calm and collected leader of the Qixing. The brilliant strategist who controlled vast amounts of Liyue's wealth and power. She wasn't just someone who would call anyone.

And yet… here I am.

When he arrived, the sight before him was breathtaking. A magnificent palace stood before him, an elegant structure carved into the mountain, glowing in the light of the setting sun.

Its opulence was unmatched, every corner crafted with care and precision. Ningguang stood in front of it, her figure silhouetted by the amber light.

And then, it hit him like a lightning bolt, a realization that crashed through him with overwhelming clarity.

He wasn't just any traveler here.

He was Ningguang's older brother.

Somehow.

"Nianlong..." she whispered softly, her voice barely audible. "What should we do now? Morax is dead..."