Genshin Impact: My roommate and I became funny Hilichurls

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Didn't you guys forcibly "borrow" me to go on a trip, and then come knocking on my door?!

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but the flying squirrel seemed to have anticipated this, and a small wisp of silencing magic quietly enveloped her, leaving her only able to make "uh-uh" sounds, making her look more like she was too excited to speak.

The red light in the flying squirrel's eyes suddenly intensified, and its momentum surged to its peak.

"I'm fed up with the endless bickering and intrigue! I only believe in one thing—"

Clang! Clang! Clang!

As he spoke, all the remaining undead legions in the square and streets, whether they were golden expert guards, silver veteran guards or black senior guards, all struck their shields with their weapons or pounded their chests with their fists in unison, producing a heart-palpitating metallic clang!

The sound was like a war drum, striking the hearts of every Sumeru person!

"Stop killing with killing! Stop war with war!"

The flying squirrel's voice was cold and oppressive.

"Little Lucky Grass King Buyer will once again take control of Sumeru and manage everything! And I and my legion will temporarily reside here!"

(The Sumeru Man below: !!! No!)

"If there are still those who are ungrateful and harbor ill intentions..."

The threat posed by the flying squirrel is self-evident.

"Then the next force to descend upon Sumeru will not be these mere six thousand vanguards!"

After delivering this declaration of both kindness and severity, without giving anyone time to process or react, the flying squirrel, along with Nasita on its shoulder, vanished from the spot in a flash.

All that remained were the dumbfounded, bewildered people of Sumeru.

The Great Sage's Office, the Institute of Teachings.

Nasida felt a blur before her eyes and was placed on a magnificent chair that was far too large for her.

She looked around at the familiar office, but the mountain of documents and files piled on the desk, almost burying her, stunned her instantly.

"These...these all need to be dealt with?"

Nasita's little face scrunched up as she looked pleadingly at the flying squirrel that had just appeared beside her.

With his arms crossed, Fei Su crossed his jaw and pointed at the mountain of documents: "Don't look at me. Since you are a god, this work will be yours sooner or later. Don't worry, my legion will be responsible for maintaining order and security, and I guarantee that no one will dare to rebel."

He paused, his tone becoming somewhat... self-righteously incompetent?

"But clerical work... forget about it, I don't know how to do it."

Just kidding, I'm just a mascot in the guild. Most of the guild affairs are handled by Touch Me and Urbert!

In reality, I'm just an ordinary office worker who hates overtime and writing reports!

In fact, the chess piece box contains top-tier geniuses like Demiurge and Albedo, who are incredibly efficient at handling government affairs and can guarantee that Sumeru will be managed perfectly, and they can even take on some "side hustles"...

But when Ainz thought about the two's justice rating of -500 and their overly "Nazarick" management methods—such as turning inefficient people into decorations or throwing them to torturers—he decided against it.

If these two big shots were released, the population of Sumeru would probably be halved in less than a month due to various "optimizations"...

This seems to contradict the purpose of "correcting past mistakes"?

So, our poor little grass goddess Nasita, who had just been "forced" into desperation, "forced" to beg for help, and "forced" into a position, had no choice but to pick up a document bigger than her face with a bitter expression, take a deep breath, and begin her miserable journey of divine employment.

She even needs to summon tiny vines to help her turn pages and hold a pen.

Meanwhile, the flying squirrel, who thought he had solved the problem, was not in much better shape.

He was just looking for a quiet place to contemplate life when he was surrounded by a swarm of wealthy merchants, nobles, and scholars from Sumeru.

"Supreme Lord! This is just a small token of my respect! Thank you for saving Sumeru!"

"My lord! This is a family heirloom gem! Please accept it!"

"Your Majesty! Do you need someone to serve you tea and water? What do you think of me?"

The group of people, their faces plastered with fawning (and fearful) smiles, practically slid down to their knees, offering up all sorts of glittering, precious gifts with both hands, as if they wanted to empty their pockets.

Flying Squirrel: "..."

Ugh! This is so troublesome! This is so embarrassing! Don't come any closer!

This social obligation wasn't in the plan! Demiurge! Someone help me out!

Finally, a green light appeared, and the flying squirrel maintained its aloof demeanor, using its magical hand to push all the gifts back the way they came, and dismissed them with a cold voice: "I don't need these mundane things. Doing your duty is the greatest reward you can give me."

"Now, immediately, get out of my sight."

Watching the group of people scramble away as if they'd been granted a pardon, Flying Squirrel felt utterly exhausted.

Managing a country is much harder than defeating a world boss...

All he wants to do right now is soak in a hot spring and then discuss the maintenance of his figurines (scratch that) with Pandora Actor.

It seems that this supreme being and his "contracted" deity are destined to have their new life in Sumeru filled with all sorts of unexpected "surprises" and chaos.

Chapter 79 Momonga: "I'm not a lolicon!"

When Qingyu and his group swaggered into Sumeru City, the expected onlookers, screams, or wariness did not occur.

The people of Sumeru merely glanced at them curiously, their gazes lingering on their peculiar group (especially the four talking Hilichurls) for a few seconds, and then... went about their own business.

The coconut vendors continued their calls, the scholars continued their academic debates, and the children continued their chasing and playing, as if they were just ordinary tourists.

"Huh? They don't seem afraid of us anymore?"

Paimon scratched his head, feeling a little uncomfortable with this "cold treatment".

Everyone: "..." (Are our exploits already outdated?!)

It's worth noting that their reputation resounds throughout Teyvat—they purified Dvalin, the East Wind Dragon, in Mondstadt; they drank and chatted with the Asgardians in Liyue (and incidentally demolished several streets); in Inazuma, they punched the Thunder General, kicked the Fatui, and forcibly lifted the Lockdown Order and the Eyehunter Order...

Which one, taken alone, isn't outrageous enough? Isn't it eye-catching enough?

But soon they understood why.

The casual conversation between two scholars by the roadside drifted into their ears:

"Have you heard? Yesterday, a few foolish merchants tried to fool Jing Shan Palace's purchasing department with substandard products, and guess what happened?"

"What happened? Did you get arrested by the disciplinary officer?"

"Where! It was that 'Supreme Being'! He just happened to be passing by! Although he didn't say anything, he just glanced at that pile of defective products! Guess what? That pile of things turned to ash right in front of him with a 'poof'! Not even a trace was left!"

"Hiss—! Your Majesty is mighty! This is a warning! Make an example of someone!"

"That's right! Now who would dare to show the slightest disrespect to the Little Grass God? If we were to displease the Supreme Lord, he wouldn't even need to lift a finger; one look from him and we'd all be cremated!"

At another table of mercenaries drinking coffee, they were whispering among themselves: "Hey, why do you think the Supreme Lord is being so nice to Little Grass God? Is it really like the announcement said, because he can't stand the Great Sage bullying people?"

"I think it's more than that! My second uncle's neighbor, the third uncle, works odd jobs at the Order of the Church. He said he personally witnessed His Majesty using those... uh, skeletal hands, very lightly and very carefully, to hand candy to the Little Grass God! That scene, tsk, was both terrifying and... somewhat harmonious?"

"It's not...that kind of relationship, is it?"

"Shh!! Do you want to die?! How dare you talk about the Supreme Lord! But... now that you mention it, it does seem a bit like... 'The Lord of Death and his runaway little grass god wife'?"

"Pfft—! Shut up! I want to live a few more years!"

Hearing these increasingly outrageous rumors, the crowd exchanged bewildered glances with complicated expressions.

Good heavens, it turns out it wasn't that they were washed up, but rather that the local news in Xumi was just too explosive, completely overshadowing their "heroic deeds"!

The gods of this world complained to the Demon King of another world about being bullied -> The Demon King, enraged, caused rivers of blood to flow -> Then they all resurrected -> Except for the culprit -> Finally, the Demon King even personally supervised the situation with his army -> Fearing that his little grass god would suffer any more injustice...

This plot is so dramatic, even novels wouldn't dare write it like this! Compared to this, their little "great achievements" are just appetizers!

More importantly, all the people of Sumeru have now reached a consensus: anyone who dares to displease the Little Grass God will face the wrath of that seemingly unapproachable skeleton boss who is capable of instantly destroying a nation!

As for the Fools? Ha, what are the Executors compared to a big shot who can resurrect tens of thousands of people at will?

At that moment, the Ice Queen, who was drinking tea in the Winter Palace, suddenly shivered.

Having gathered this information, the flying squirrel was completely bewildered in its makeshift fortress, its skull-like face practically contorting into a grimace.

No? What kind of image do you guys have of me?

Is he a world-destroying demon who goes on a killing spree at the drop of a hat?

Although Nasita is a very cute, sensible, and smart child, and she's so soft and squishy when you hold her, I really don't have that twisted protective urge of "I'll wipe out the whole clan of anyone who makes her frown"!

I'm just an ordinary... uh, ruler of death!

You guys are making me so awkward! How am I supposed to maintain my aloof persona now?!

Momonga, feeling utterly dejected (unfortunately lacking tear ducts), walked into the dark fortress he had hastily built with magic, a place with a distinctly Nazarick style.

The fortress was located on the large pit where the God of War originally appeared. Since the area was large enough, he could complete the foundation, walls, defensive magic array, and interior decoration (Gothic horror style) with a single spell, which was extremely efficient.

The only headache is... the space is too big! It feels especially empty, lonely and cold when I'm alone.

He even considered whether to summon a few low-level undead to clean up, at least to make it more lively.

"My masters..."

The flying squirrel looked incredibly aggrieved as it spoke to the four people who came to "inspect" it.

"Your plan has succeeded, and Nasita has taken power, but my reputation... is completely beyond repair... Now everyone in Sumeru thinks I'm a ruthless, controlling demon king who kills without blinking an eye and resurrects people to kill again!"

Qingyu awkwardly touched his Chuucho mask: "Um... well... plans can't always go as expected. At least the plan worked, right? And look, Nasita's safety is absolutely guaranteed now! We've discussed it, and we'll have you stay by Nasita's side for the time being, as her... um, 'ultimate deterrent strategic guardian'!"

The flying squirrel sighed and waved its bone claws: "Fine, I like that child anyway, so it's no big deal to keep an eye on her."

"We're off! Let's go explore Sumeru City! See if there are any new delicious foods! Bye-bye!"

After Qingyu finished speaking, he quickly pulled everyone away and made a run for it, afraid that the flying squirrel would complain again.

Paimon, still reluctantly clutching a "worldly burger" made with imported Liyue flour and Winter Sausage from the table, was dragged away by Ying.

"By the way, this is for you."

As if remembering something, Zhang Chu, who was walking at the back, turned around and threw a small gem that shimmered with strange seven-colored light at the flying squirrel.

The flying squirrel instinctively caught it, then used a detection spell to examine it with confusion: "What is this...?"

"A small gadget that can temporarily simulate physiological structures, allowing you to eat normally."

Zhang Chu explained.

"Even if you are a skeleton, you can still taste the flavor and even feel full."