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Liyue Harbor, the most prosperous commercial port on the continent of Teyvat, served as the undisputed center of global trade. Its streets were a labyrinth of marble and wood, filled with the scent of silk flowers and the salty breeze of the Sea of Clouds.
The one who guarded and guided the people of Liyue was the street-wandering loiterer... well, more accurately, he was one of the Seven Sovereigns of the world, the Geo Archon, Rex Lapis Morax. However, to the common folk of the harbor, he was currently known simply as Mr. Zhongli, a consultant for the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor who possessed a wealth of knowledge and a complete lack of Mora.
On the bustling food street near the docks, the business of Wanmin Restaurant was at its peak. The actual Wanmin Restaurant was much larger than any simple traveler might expect. It spanned three impressive floors and occupied a significant plot of land, bustling with a small army of chefs and waitstaff.
Master Mao no longer stood at a lonely stall; he typically only cooked specific signature dishes or stepped into the kitchen when particularly well-connected guests arrived. It was a thriving family business, and by all accounts, his daughter Xiangling was essentially a second-generation tycoon in the making.
At an open-air table just outside the main entrance, Mr. Zhongli had ordered his usual spread. He sat with perfect posture, watching the steam rise from his tea as the sunlight dappled through the overhead awnings. After finishing his meal with his customary elegance, he gestured to the waiter.
Put this on the tab of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, please.
The young waiter at Wanmin Restaurant didn't even blink. He was already well-acquainted with this master's habit of bookkeeping. He simply nodded and noted it down. It was common knowledge in the harbor that Director Hu Tao of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was a pitiable soul.
Despite her young age, she was hardworking and energetic, yet much of her family wealth and the parlor's profits seemed to vanish into the pockets of local merchants to cover the expenses of her eccentric consultant.
The dishes were eventually cleared away, and Mr. Zhongli took a few leisurely sips of wine, savoring the smooth finish. He looked out toward the horizon, perhaps reflecting on the history of the stones beneath his feet. Suddenly, a strange, echoing voice vibrated directly within his mind.
The Teyvat Second Creation Live Broadcast Room is now open. Viewers and friends from across the continent are invited to enjoy a joyful time of creative entertainment.
Zhongli paused, his glass halfway to his lips. He glanced at the people around him. From the flustered and confused expressions on the faces of the nearby merchants and tourists, he could confirm that he was not the only one who had heard the voice. Immediately afterward, the world in his field of vision shifted.
The physical streets of Liyue blurred, and a massive, translucent screen manifested in the air before him.
Information began to scroll rapidly across the interface as people from every corner of the world were pulled into the digital space.
Zhongli enters the live broadcast room.
Xiaodong enters the live broadcast room.
Master Mao enters the live broadcast room.
Ganyu enters the live broadcast room.
Keqing enters the live broadcast room.
The names continued to flash by at a dizzying speed, spanning the various nations of Teyvat.
Venti enters the live broadcast room.
Jean enters the live broadcast room.
Kaeya enters the live broadcast room.
Eileen enters the live broadcast room.
Kujou Sara enters the live broadcast room.
Ayaka Kamisato enters the live broadcast room.
Arataki Itto enters the live broadcast room.
Venti: What is this thing? It's amazing!
Paimon: Wait, tone-deaf bard? You're here too?
Jean: Is this another scheme by the Fatui?
Rosalyne: Don't blame us for everything, Acting Grand Master. We are just as confused as you are.
Jean: Rosalyne? The Fairylady?
Rosalyne: Hmph, I am a Harbinger. Watch your tongue.
Albedo: This is a strange existence. I cannot analyze its composition. Interesting, very interesting.
Arataki Itto: Hahahaha! I don't care what it is! Bringing so many people together like this is lively! I love it!
Kujou Sara: Arataki Itto, stop shouting. Turn yourself in to the Tenryou Commission immediately and surrender your Vision.
Ningguang: People from Mondstadt and Inazuma are here as well? What is this? Some form of adepti art?
Cloud Retainer: This is no adepti art. This is a much more advanced method. It may even be the work of a powerful demon god.
Keqing: Even the illuminated beasts are here!
Hu Tao: Wow, there are so many people! This is the perfect time to advertise. Ahem! The Wangsheng Funeral Parlor is having a massive sale! Buy two services, get one free! Buy three and get two free! The more you buy, the more you save!
Klee: Where is the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor?
Kaeya: Over there, kid. They sell coffins.
For a moment, the live broadcast room became a chaotic platform for people to communicate across international borders. Because of the sheer novelty and excitement of the event, many participants temporarily ignored the potential danger of this sudden magical phenomenon.
As the oldest and strongest of the Archons in Teyvat, Zhongli expressed deep concern. He had lived for thousands of years and seen many wonders, yet he had been pulled into this space without any ability to resist.
Such power was formidable. Even for the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles, achieving this kind of global reach would be difficult. This thing called a live broadcast room likely originated from a world beyond their own.
In Mondstadt, the alcoholic Anemo Archon, Venti, was also full of doubts despite his cheerful tone. In Inazuma, the Raiden Shogun sat within the Plane of Euthymia, her eyes narrowing as the screen appeared before her. This kind of disruption was not conducive to the pursuit of Eternity and had to be treated with extreme caution.
As for the Lesser Lord Kusanali in Sumeru? She was only five hundred years oldâpractically a child in the eyes of the older godsâand she watched the screen with wide, curious eyes, trying to understand this new form of wisdom.
The most skeptical viewer, however, was the Traveler. In her original home, live broadcasting was a massive industry that almost anyone could participate in. The sudden appearance of a Second Creation room made her extremely confused. Perhaps it was the work of her long-lost brother?
While everyone was busy debating or wondering, the screen finally began to change. A few lines of text appeared in a bold, friendly font.
The Second Creation Live Broadcast Room operates on the principle of bringing joy to everyone. There is no malice intended in these parodies of characters and events. We simply wish to share a laugh.
The Second Creation Live Broadcast Room will provide exquisite small gifts to the characters featured in the videos as an apology for any embarrassment.
If you find the content unacceptable, please note there is no complaint department at this time. We suggest finding a quiet place to vent your frustrations.
Seeing this passage, the crowd of onlookers felt the system was incredibly arrogant. It was essentially telling them to deal with it. Immediately afterward, the very first video began to play on the big screen.
The title appeared in bright letters: The Carver Who Sells Offals.