Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Chapter 215 The Non-Existent Person (2)

"Phew... We've finally arrived at Sumeru City."

On the path leading to the main city of Sumeru, a young man dressed in a robe in the style of a scholar from the Order of the Church wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. The outline of the city-state was already visible in the distance.

How long has it been since I last left Sumeru City? Four years? Five years? Never mind, it's been a long time.

However, perhaps that departure from Sumeru City was the most correct decision he ever made in his life.

"Click-clack...squeak..."

The wooden crates carried by the pack animals behind them made an attention-grabbing sound, and the lids were pried open slightly.

People around him cast curious glances, and the young man was terrified, instantly losing all interest in continuing his reflections.

He quickly slapped the restless cargo box on the truck, looked around, and under the guise of inspecting the goods, whispered to the contents of the box.

"Kakata, and Tamimi, if you two don't want to be torn to pieces, you'd better behave yourselves!"

The things inside the box seemed to understand the young man's words, and the rustling sounds disappeared.

Phew... thankfully these two mechanical brats are behaving themselves this time, otherwise it would be a huge problem if the disciplinary officer found out.

The young man breathed a long sigh of relief and showed his identification to the thirty mercenaries guarding the city gate.

“I am Abtuyi, a scholar of the Faculty, and I am here to oversee the transfer of materials for my senior, Mr. Tinari.”

Upon hearing Tina's name, the thirty mercenaries exchanged glances, a hint of doubt appearing on their faces.

It seems a little girl with green hair came by this morning; Mr. Tinari is really busy.

After a brief inspection, the mercenary nodded, acknowledging Abatui's permission to enter the city.

As for the inexplicable vibrations of the cargo box I just saw, perhaps it was live experimental material needed by the biological theories.

Since pack animals were not allowed to enter the city, Abatui switched to a horse-drawn carriage and pulled a huge wooden box into Sumeru City.

Phew... We made it in without any real danger. Senior Brother Tina's name is definitely more useful.

He, Abatuyi Huhansan, is back!

The young man pushed up his thick lab glasses. "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river," he said. "Never underestimate a scholar's poverty!"

"Hello, the hotel room rate is 13,000 Moira per night. Do you have a reservation?"

Abatui: ...To be honest, he could have just robbed me of 13,000 Mora, but he even gave me a one-day trial card for a room. He really...I'm so upset.

Thinking about it now, Daochenglin is actually quite nice; otherwise, I would have preferred to travel back at night.

Nevertheless, after much deliberation, the scholar reluctantly paid a large sum of extra travel expenses beyond his budget and settled down in Sumeru City.

If I hadn't forgotten who my investors really were, I would definitely have reimbursed them for this money.

Abatui lay exhausted on the bed, turned over, and thought to himself with a touch of wicked amusement.

His thoughts began to drift away, returning to five or six years ago, to that meeting in the Church of Christ.

"No, this research direction seriously violates the academic code. I must remind you that violating the six fundamental sins will not be tolerated by the disciplinary officials."

"This is utterly absurd! I could never agree to this experiment under any circumstances!"

"A very bold idea... mechanical life, but I'm sorry, I see absolutely no potential benefits."

……

“You are not suitable to stay in the Order Academy. How about this, I will arrange for you to go to Daocheng Forest for further study for a period of time.”

Haven't you gotten used to rejection? Then why do you still feel so dejected when you hit another wall?

The young man walked out of the Order Institute dejectedly. Why is mechanical life always rejected?

I originally thought that genius would be different from others, but now it seems that they are just like everyone else.

No, one day he will create a real mechanical life form, so that those old fogies will acknowledge his value.

Let's go with Daochenglin then. That place is nice. Let's build a simple laboratory in the rainforest.

He set off with his bags packed, and there he unexpectedly received a grant of fifty million Mora and a letter.

The letter was unsigned, but included a research paper on the technology of the Red King's organization and a strange request.

Go somewhere in the desert to repair a robot that has run out of energy and return it to the senior Farusan in Sumeru City.

It's a strange request, but securing research funding is a pleasant surprise.

However, somewhat unexpectedly, this task was not as simple as he had imagined.

Abatuyi gave a wry smile. After five years, he still only had a superficial understanding of the Red King's mechanical arts, let alone the ability to create a real mechanical life.

However, the current technology is sufficient for him to repair the self-generated core of the small robot named Tamimi.

Speaking of which, this little machine is quite interesting; it seems to have many similarities to his Kakata.

Perhaps this can provide some inspiration for modifying Kakata?

“Click, click…”

The box behind them began to stir, and with a cracking sound, the overburdened wooden planks finally shattered.

A heavy mechanical crab leaped out, brandishing its pincers, with a small, swaggering robot atop its head.

Upon seeing Abatui, Kakata excitedly waved his pliers, nearly smashing a hole in the ceiling.

Abatuyi put his hand to his forehead and sighed helplessly.

Forget it, I'd better send Tamimi back as soon as possible.

If this continues, he's a little afraid that these two guys will tear down the hotel, and he doesn't have that much Mora to compensate them.

"Let's go, little guy, go find your master."

……

When Farusan returned to Sumeru City, the setting sun was just about to melt into the water, leaving behind a pool of blood-red remnants.

As the curtain of night gradually fell, the city lights came on, illuminating the canopy of the sacred tree in place of the sunlight.

The marble-paved path leads to the mailbox at the door, bathed in the last rays of the setting sun.

Slightly tipsy, the girl fumbled for her key, pushed open the door, and casually took the steaming coffee from the head of the inverted triangle robot that had come closer, taking a sip without thinking.

The coffee was warm, with just the right amount of sweetness, just like the coffee Tamimi brewed a hundred years ago.

Farusanne suddenly realized that she was mostly sober, and the coffee in her hand fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound.

"How could this be... Tamimi?!"

"Beep beep—beep?"

The little robot clicked its triangular head around, seemingly unable to comprehend its owner's astonishment, and turned to begin cleaning up the broken porcelain shards and coffee stains on the floor.

The girl crouched down and gently stroked Tamimi's smooth metal casing, her fingertips trembling slightly.

This isn't a dream... but why?

The cool metallic feel was not much different from when the little robot was in the desert, except that it was a bit smoother.

At this moment, the self-generating device at the center of Tamimi, which had been dim in the past, was now emitting a bright blue light.

It looks like no parts need to be replaced.

There was a letter above Tamimi's head. Farusan gently hugged the little robot; it was truly a rare surprise.

Welcome home, Tamimi.

……