CH 1 : The World Repair System

Jean sat in her office, massaging her temples as a dull headache pulsed through her skull. It had been a long, exhausting week dealing with the aftermath of the Stormterror incident. Paperwork cluttered her desk, and the pile seemed to grow with each passing day. Just as she was about to finish signing off on a report, the door burst open. A young knight, out of breath and clearly flustered, stumbled inside.

"Master Jean! Something... something happened at the Thousand Winds Temple!"

Jean immediately straightened up in her chair, the headache momentarily forgotten. "What happened?" she asked, her voice calm but laced with concern.

The knight, still catching his breath, took a moment to compose himself. "Today was my turn to patrol that area, and when I arrived... the temple... it's been completely repaired! Like it's brand new!"

Jean blinked in surprise. "What?!"

The knight nodded vigorously, his wide eyes showing his disbelief. "Everything—the pillars, the statues, the walls... they're all restored. As if it was never damaged in the first place."

Jean quickly rose from her chair, the papers on her desk now forgotten. "Gather a small squad. We need to see this for ourselves," she ordered, her mind racing with questions.

It took them an hour to reach the Thousand Winds Temple. The journey by horseback was fast, but Jean's thoughts were even faster, filled with speculation about how the long-abandoned ruins could have been restored so suddenly. When they arrived, the sight before them left the entire party speechless.

The Thousand Winds Temple, once a decayed and crumbling relic of Mondstadt's history, stood before them completely restored. Every stone was in place, the missing pillars had returned, and the windworn statues were pristine, as if they were newly carved. Even the wild grasses that had overgrown the temple had been neatly trimmed away.

Jean dismounted her horse, staring in astonishment. "What… how is this possible?" she whispered to herself, stepping closer to the perfectly restored temple. She and her knights slowly walked through the wide stone corridors, their footsteps echoing in the stillness. Every detail was perfect, down to the small carvings on the walls that had long since been weathered away by time.

"This is incredible…" one of the knights murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Jean remained silent, her mind racing. Who could have done this? And why? More importantly, how?

Three Hours Ago...

Micheal wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at his handiwork. Before him stood the newly restored Thousand Winds Temple, shining under the afternoon sun. A blue interface flickered into his vision, only visible to him.

"System, what are my rewards?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.

The World Repair System's voice responded in his mind, calm and mechanical. "The Temple of the Thousand Winds has been fully restored. Rewards: 5,000 Divine Power and blueprint of Ancient Mondstadt architecture added to inventory. Divine Power spent: 4,000 units. Current balance: 20,000 units. Mission complete."

Micheal sighed and plopped down onto the grass. "Phew, even in this fantasy world, I still have to do construction work," he grumbled, though a small smile played at the corner of his lips. "Good thing this system helps me out… otherwise, I'd be completely lost."

It had been three days since he had been sucked into the world of Teyvat, the land of Genshin Impact. At first, panic had consumed him. The world he once enjoyed as a game was now his reality—a place filled with powerful gods, monsters, and mysteries far beyond his comprehension. As a mere mortal, survival seemed impossible. That was until the system appeared.

The World Repair System had introduced itself shortly after his arrival, granting him the ability to restore ancient ruins, buildings,structures and even the leylines. In exchange, it provided him with divine power—an energy that he could accumulate by repairing the world.

"System, what's my next task?" Micheal asked as he stretched his limbs.

"It is recommended for the host to rest. A new task will be assigned once suitable targets for repair have been identified."

Micheal let out a sigh of relief. "Yeah, you're right. I've been going non-stop since I got here. Time to take a break. I guess I'll head to Mondstadt and relax for a bit."

With that, Micheal gathered his belongings and started walking towards Mondstadt, the City of Freedom. The journey wasn't exactly peaceful—he encountered a few hilichurls along the way, but with his newfound abilities, dispatching them was manageable.

As he approached Mondstadt's towering gates, the city's famous windmills slowly turned in the distance, and Micheal couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. He had spent countless hours exploring this city in the game, but seeing it in person was a whole different experience.

The guard at the gate stopped him with a raised hand. "Halt! Identify yourself before you may enter."

Micheal smiled politely and nodded. "Hello, I'm Micheal. A traveler, just passing through. I plan to stay here for a few days."

The guard eyed him curiously, but after a brief moment, nodded and stepped aside. "Welcome to Mondstadt, traveler. Enjoy your stay."

Micheal stepped through the gates, a sense of excitement bubbling in his chest. Now that the temple was repaired, it was time to explore the city he had once admired from behind a screen

As Micheal walked through the bustling streets of Mondstadt, he couldn't help but marvel at how much larger and livelier the city was compared to the version he knew from the game. It was a sprawling city now, with more houses, shops, and people filling the streets. The windmills turned lazily in the distance, while townsfolk bustled about their daily activities. Children ran past him, laughing as they played, and merchants called out, advertising their wares. It was a far cry from the relatively quiet city he was familiar with.

"Mondstadt's even more impressive in person," he thought to himself as he walked, admiring the sheer scale of everything.

Eventually, after some wandering, he spotted a small inn tucked away between two larger buildings. The wooden sign hanging out front read "Windrise Inn." It looked cozy enough for a night's rest, so Micheal decided to check in.

He stepped through the inn's wooden doors, which creaked softly as he entered. The interior was warm and inviting, with a few patrons sitting by the hearth, quietly chatting. A woman stood behind the reception desk, looking up from her paperwork as he approached.

"Hello, good day," Micheal greeted with a smile, stepping up to the desk. "How much is a room?"

The woman, dressed in simple yet neat attire, returned the smile. "It would be 500 mora for the night, sir."

Micheal was momentarily surprised at how cheap it was. That's less than I thought... not bad. He reached into his small pouch, where the mora he had gathered from eliminating the hilichurls earlier was stored. Fishing out a single 500-mora coin, he placed it on the desk.

"Here you go," he said, feeling a sense of relief. Good thing I ran into those hilichurls. Without them, I wouldn't have had any mora to spend. The thought of not having any money and being stranded made him thankful for that odd encounter earlier.

The woman took the coin and handed him a small brass key. "Your room is the second one upstairs, sir, she informed him. "If you'd like to dine with us, the kitchen remains open until evening. Breakfast will be served starting at 6 in the morning."

"Thank you," Micheal said with a nod, taking the key. He climbed the wooden stairs, which creaked under his weight, and made his way to his room.

The door clicked open, revealing a simple but comfortable space. A bed rested on the right side, covered in soft linens, while a modest closet stood on the left. The light filtering through the window bathed the room in a golden hue.

Micheal dropped his small bag on the floor and sat down on the bed, sinking into the plush mattress. He sighed in satisfaction. This is so much better than sleeping on a tree, the ground, or in a cave, he muttered to himself, stretching his limbs. The past few days had been rough, with him camping out in the wilderness, constantly on guard. Finally, he could relax.

The room wasn't anything fancy, but it was more than enough for him after all the stress of being thrown into this world. As he lay back, feeling the weight of exhaustion pull him down, Micheal allowed himself to drift into a peaceful rest.

Micheal awoke to the gentle rays of the sun streaming through his window. Stretching his limbs, he let out a content sigh. "That was a good sleep," he said, relishing the softness of the bed for a moment longer. After days of roughing it out in the wilderness, this was a welcome change.

He got up, dressed, and made his way out of the Windrise Inn, ready to explore more of Mondstadt. The streets were already lively with people going about their daily routines—merchants shouting their specials, children playing, and adventurers discussing their latest quests.

As he strolled through the bustling market square, something caught his eye. A little girl, no older than six, sat on the cobblestone ground, tears streaming down her cheeks. Concerned, he approached her.

"Hey there, little one. Why are you crying?" he asked gently, kneeling down beside her.

She sniffed and pointed to a broken wooden sword lying beside her, snapped clean in half. "Scary man broke it when I was playing with it," she said between sobs.

Micheal picked up the broken sword, feeling a familiar warmth radiate from the World Repair System as he did. The sword began to glow softly in his hands.

"Look, it's fixed now, okay? Don't cry," he said, concentrating on the repair.

As the glow faded, he handed the sword back to her. The little girl's eyes widened in awe as she examined the now perfectly restored weapon. Her tears stopped, replaced by an enormous grin.

"Really?! It's fixed!" she exclaimed, taking the sword from him and inspecting it closely before hugging it tightly to her chest. "Thank you, mister!"

Micheal smiled back, his heart warmed by her joy. "Can you tell me what that man looked like? The one who broke your sword?"

She nodded, her expression still brightening. "He had an ugly mask on his face and really ugly clothes."

A name sprang to Micheal's mind: the Fatui. Even during his time playing the game, they were notorious for their ruthless methods. He had always hated them. To him, they represented everything wrong with ambition that disregarded the welfare of others. Some of them were playable characters with rich backstories, but most were just cold-hearted pawns in a larger game.

Patting her head gently, he said, "When you see that man again, just don't go near him, okay?"

The girl nodded earnestly. "Okay, mister."

"And have a good day! What happened here—it's our little secret," he added with a wink.

As the girl ran off, her laughter ringing through the air, Micheal watched her go, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. He brushed back his white hair and muttered to himself, "Fatui, huh? As long as they don't cause me trouble or get in my way, I won't bother with them. They want to destroy this world and make a new one, while I just want to repair everything."

A chuckle escaped him. "This is going to be funny."

Speaking of destruction, he remembered another name that floated into his mind: Alice. He had heard stories about her—how her antics had caused chaos in Teyvat. "I should probably thank her too for all the things she's destroyed," he mused, a smirk forming on his lips. "Good thing I made the things I repair almost unbreakable… well, almost. They can still be destroyed if pushed too far."