Chapter 1 (Retranslated)

Fontaine.

An inconspicuous rental house.

"Sigh....What kind of life is this!?"

"I went and transmigrated, and this is the identity I get?"

"At the very least, you have to give me a system, right!?"

Aamon let out a long sigh, lay on the creaking wooden bed, and looked up blankly at the yellow ceiling.

Just an hour ago, he had transmigrated into the world of Genshin Impact.

Not that transmigration itself was a shock—after reading novels for twenty years, Aamon considered himself a seasoned bookworm.

He'd seen every kind of plot twist imaginable.

He accepted his situation quickly… even felt a little secretly happy in his heart.

After all, this was Teyvat!

The ultimate retirement destination for men!

He'd already imagined living a pastoral life alongside all kinds of waifus...

But within this hour, Aamon had searched the entire rental house and did not find even a single Mora.

Waifus? What waifus—he couldn't even afford to feed himself right now!

Sigh...

"Guess I need to find a job."

"Waifus or something like that, I guessed it has nothing to do ordinary people like me!"

After all, everyone knew that the waifus in Genshin Impact were practically divine beings!

Even if not actual gods, they were holders of Visions—extraordinary individuals.

But someone like Aamon, who transmigrated here as just another commoner with nothing to his name?

What could possibly connect him to them?

At this moment, he felt a little hopeless… but more than that, he was oddly accepting of what lay ahead.

Since he had nothing in the system or identity. It is the best for him to accept his fate and become ordinary person.

After all, it's basically just switching jobs—from Blue Star to Teyvat.

Aamon had journeyed from his distant homeland—Blue Star—to the vibrant realm of Tayvet.

One day, when he's finally saved enough Mora, he'd treat himself to a proper vacation. Maybe explore the coast of Fontaine, or see Lady Furina's crystalline voice echo through the grand opera hall.

Getting her autograph would be legendary.

Just imagining it made him smile.

With that thought, his inner doubts scattered like mist in the morning sun.

Focus returned to the more pressing matter: earning Mora, enough to get by—feed himself, shelter his bones, and maybe spark a dream or two.

But just as his was thinking a "ding" sound suddenly rang in his mind.

[Ding!]

A crisp chime echoed inside his head.

[Host match successful!]

[Binding Life Simulation System…]

Aamon was startled and his eyes widened instantly.

"Whoa—what the actual...!"

"A Life Simulation System?"

His face burst into a grin and he had an ecstatic look on his face. It's turned out that the online novel authors are not lying. As long as you travel through time, there must be a system!

And now... so did he.

The next second, a surge of information was forcibly downloaded into Aamon's mind.

According to the system's prompts, Aamon soon understood the system's functions.

In simple terms, this "Life Simulation System" had just one function, which is to

[Automatically generate simulation plots.]

Aamon would enter the simulated world via consciousness and begin the experience.

Depending on what unfolded in the simulation, he could earn various rewards.

As he finished reading the system's overview, excitement flooded him.

Never mind whether the system was powerful or not—he had one!

That alone meant his future was bursting with possibility.

While thoughts raced through his mind, a translucent interface appeared before him.

It hovered mid-air, invisible to anyone else.

Only Aamon could see it.

[Name: Aamon]

[Element: None]

[Weapon: None]

[Ability: None]

[Current simulation count: 1]

Aamon looked at the panel and couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

The current self is a bit useless!

Must hurry to use the system's abilities!

Just as Aamon was thinking this...

At the same time— Fontainebleau, the top floor suite of Palais Mermonia.

What unfolded before her eyes was a space overflowing with a young girl's dreams:

Soft pink bed curtains cascaded gently down, a cute frog perched at the head of the bed.

The white desk by the window held delicate decorations and framed photos.

The bookshelf along the wall brimmed with comics and novels.

The whole room was filled with a faint fragrance, warm and sweet, as if it can make people forget all their worries.

But despite the comfort, the owner sat alone by the window, the scratching sun shining on her pale face, reflecting endless loneliness.

Outside, Fontaine bustled with elegance and noise.

Inside, the house was eerily quite. Only her breathing echoed in the air.

Loneliness follows her like a shadow devouring her soul, and no one can understand her loneliness and sadness.

She was Furina, the Archon of Fontaine.

Five centuries of isolation had carved deep hollows into her heart, and no divine authority could shield her from the ache of solitude.

She wanted to find someone to talk to, but as a deity, no matter what happened she had to bear it a lone .

To mortals, she wore a thousand smiles.

To herself, only silence.

Perhaps it was the mask… worn too long.

Only here, in the soft pink sanctuary she called her own, could she let it slip.

Only here could Furina be fragile—just a girl aching for understanding.

Just as Furina sat in the quiet ache of her solitude, a strange shimmer filled her field of vision.

A translucent panel appeared, floating like starlight suspended in glass.

At its center pulsed five glowing words:

[Simulation Preparing…]

Below that, a scrolling bar flickered to life—a live chat feed.

Curious, Furina tapped a faint symbol at the bottom and sent a single character:

Furina: [?]

After the barrage was sent out.

Like raindrops disturbing a mirror lake, her message ignited chaos in the chat:

Neuvillette: "Furina, you're here too?"

Yae Miko: "Ei, stop lurking and speak up!"

Raiden Shogun: "..."

Zhongli: "It seems everyone has gathered."

Keqing: "What's this "Simulation Preparing" message supposed to mean?"

Lumine: "I don't know, is there anyone who can explain it?"

Venti: "Wait, let me disagree. I don't have Mora to buy wine. Can anyone lend me some?"

Furina's eyes widened. This wasn't just any broadcast—this was cross-regional, cross-divine…

The Archons, strategists, and mortals alike were all drawn into the same thread.

And in the center of it all... the words continued to pulse:

[Simulation Preparing…]

Somewhere behind that message, someone else was about to enter.

Aamon's first true encounter with Tayvet's emotional web... was about to begin.

Aamon sat in the dim light of his rental room, heart pounding as the system pulsed before him.

[Simulation Fully Activated!]

At the same time, miles away in Fontaine's divine ether…

The live feed shimmered. Blurred outlines sharpened into motion.

Nahida: [Everyone quiet! The simulation's starting!]

Diluc: [Also—no Mora for Venti. He still owes me for last week.]

As the panel settled into clarity, the screen unveiled a lone figure standing in his modest quarters—a creaky bed behind him, the yellow-stained ceiling above.

Aamon.

His stat panel still showed nothing—no element, no weapon, no skills.

But what captured their attention wasn't his emptiness… it was his focus.

Aamon: "This world… it's not offering me anything. Maybe I'll have to earn it all myself."

No dramatic entrance. No glowing glyphs. Just a quiet resolve that stirred the chat.

Furina: "That room… it looks painfully ordinary."

Zhongli: "Perhaps the simulation does not begin with power—but with understanding."

Hu Tao: "Mr. Zhongli if your understanding is big enough, stop sending your bills at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor!!"

Zhongli: "_____"

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