Genshin Impact: The Sharpshooter of Teyvat

Deep within the cold and austere depths of the Northland Bank, Shao Yun stood before the massive, solemn vault door, his eyes gleaming with exhilaration.

A smug smile crept across his face, as if he could already see the bounty awaiting him.

"Haha, the vault! I'm about to strike it rich!" His voice was low and firm, brimming with unstoppable resolve.

He reached out, fingers trailing lightly across the cold metal surface, feeling the wealth that lay behind.

Swiftly and expertly, he pulled a stick of dynamite from his pocket, carefully planting it at the vault's lock.

He struck a match against his boot sole; the flicker of flame briefly illuminated his face.

The fuse caught instantly.

Shao Yun took several steps back, eyes fixed on the door.

His heart pounded, syncing with the imminent detonation.

Within five seconds, a deafening BOOM shattered the silence as the vault door was blown open, shards of metal and dust erupting into the air.

Shao Yun didn't wait for the smoke to clear—he charged into the vault, unable to contain his anticipation.

What he saw stunned him.

The vault was piled high with Mora, their golden gleam dazzling and intoxicating.

Mountains of them. This wasn't just a vault—it was a treasure trove.

His jaw nearly dropped.

He danced between the stacks, grabbing handfuls of Mora, feeling their weight and texture in his palms.

His face lit up with pure, childlike joy as he repeated,

"I'm rich! I'm rich!"

His gaze roamed over the golden hills, a manic glint sparking in his eyes.

Mora glistened under the light, so much so it felt like even the air carried the scent of wealth.

Overcome with an uncontrollable urge, he threw himself into the heaps like a fish diving into water, swimming gleefully in this sea of gold.

He scooped a handful of Mora and flung it skyward.

In that moment, the sky above seemed to shimmer as golden rain cascaded down, a spectacle of wealth like no other.

Shao Yun spread his arms wide, letting the coins fall on him. He closed his eyes, soaking in the unparalleled satisfaction.

"Haha! This is incredible!" His laughter echoed through the vault.

Wasting no time, he yanked open his legendary Legend of the East satchel and began stuffing it with Mora in a frenzy.

But there was just too much. Even after half an hour of chaotic scooping, the mountains barely shrank.

Panting, he paused and licked his dry lips, irritation flashing in his eyes.

He tilted his head back and shouted, "System! You damn turtle bastard! Think of something! I want to take all of this with me!"

A mechanical voice rang out in his mind, clear and precise.

[Scanning Mora in vault.]

As the voice faded, a strange ripple passed through the room, echoing off the metal walls.

Then, the voice returned—unshakably exact.

[Total Mora in the Vault: 53,428,672,100 Mora.]

The number struck Shao Yun like thunder. His eyes bulged in disbelief.

That much Mora… enough for him, Lumine, and Paimon to live out any dream in all of Teyvat.

Then something even more astonishing happened—after the count, the coins began to move.

They swirled and spun in the air, then turned into golden streams of light and flowed into Shao Yun's Legend of the East satchel.

He stared in awe.

The satchel, its space seemingly infinite, absorbed the Mora without end. He could even hear the crisp clinks of the coins colliding, forming a heavenly melody.

Finally, the vault was empty.

Shao Yun glanced at his satchel and smirked with satisfaction.

"By the Archons… money really can come in the wind! I'm rich, filthy rich!"

His voice rang through the hollow chamber, filled with triumph and joy.

…

With the Legend of the East satchel slung at his waist, Shao Yun lowered his head slightly, his eyes flickering with something complex, lost in thought.

"Fifty-three billion Mora… that's over a million U.S. dollars. In 1899 terms, that's insanity…" he muttered, disbelief trembling in his tone.

His fingers traced the texture of the satchel, as if feeling the safety woven into its fabric.

His mind drifted back to the past, to that smoke-filled, chaotic age.

Back then, fifteen thousand from the Blackwater heist was enough to lock down an entire town. Pinkertons chased them like ghosts, forcing them to flee across snow-covered mountains.

And now, the fortune in his hands had multiplied by dozens, maybe more. It thrilled him.

"Over a million… and nothing happened." He chuckled at the absurdity, a mix of pride and nostalgia on his lips.

He saw a new version of himself—a man at the pinnacle of wealth, fearless.

He turned to face the now-empty vault—so empty a rat would cry stepping inside—and a wave of satisfaction surged in his chest.

This kind of money, the three of them couldn't spend in a lifetime.

With that, he walked away from the vault, excitement bursting from his every step.

"Over fifty billion… enough for several lifetimes!" he shouted down the corridor, voice brimming with dreams.

…

As Shao Yun stepped out of the Northland Bank, a spring breeze kissed his face. His mood, like a budding sprout, was vibrant, blooming. Satisfaction and pride lit up his face as if the whole world lay beneath his boots.

Keqing approached swiftly, a mix of frustration and urgency written across her face.

"You finally came out. That explosion's got half of Liyue's citizens spooked. You need to leave now."

Shao Yun didn't seem the least bit bothered. In fact, he looked even more pleased.

His grin widened like a cunning fox's, and his eyes sparkled. "Aren't you gonna ask how much I got?"

Keqing gave him a side-eye and sighed. She knew Shao Yun well—if she asked, he'd probably lie anyway.

"I'd ask, but would you even give me the answer? Just leave already."

But Shao Yun wasn't finished.

With a sly smile, he pulled out a bulging coin pouch from the Legend of the East satchel. It was clearly stuffed with Mora.

He handed it to her. "Feeling generous today. Here's a million Mora, just for you."

Keqing—the famously incorruptible and brilliant Yuheng of the Liyue Qixing—stood frozen, staring at the heavy pouch, her expression a blend of shock and disbelief.

Though plain in appearance, the weight of it felt like a mountain pressing down on her.

She instinctively stepped back, fists clenched, as if trying to resist the invisible pressure.

"This is a bribe to a Liyue official!" Her voice trembled but remained resolute. "I could arrest you for this!"

She tried to hide the panic rising inside with a stern warning.

Shao Yun, amused by her flustered state, smirked.

He casually retracted the pouch, as if it were just a trinket.

"Fine, don't take it. I'm in a good mood—I'll let it slide."

Keqing gulped, trying to regain her composure.

Still, she couldn't help but wonder… just how much had he really stolen?

"How much did you actually take?" she asked, summoning her courage.

Shao Yun didn't answer right away. Instead, he waved an empty palm in front of her.

There was nothing there, yet it radiated a sense of endless wealth and mystery.

"Five million?" she guessed, uncertain.

He frowned, unimpressed. "Never seen real money before? Try higher."

Her cheeks flushed. "Fifty million?" Her voice trembled slightly, but steadier than before.

Shao Yun, moved by her seriousness, sighed. "You shouldn't be a Qixing if you can't even imagine it."

He flipped his hand again, as if displaying his might.

"It's fifty-three billion! Fifty-three billion Mora!"

Keqing stood paralyzed, as if struck by lightning. Her face went ghostly pale.

The number rang in her ears like a nightmare. She pinched the pressure point beneath her nose, hoping pain would wake her.

Then she slapped herself.

But the shock wouldn't fade.

Seeing the red mark on her cheek, Shao Yun said quickly, "Calm down. It's just ten or so piles of Mora. No need to freak out."

Keqing's terror deepened. She knew what that much money meant to Liyue Harbor.

The Northland Bank was massive, and countless citizens had savings there.

Without thinking, she blurted out, "A lot of that Mora belonged to Liyue's people…"

The moment the words left her mouth, she slapped a hand over it, instantly regretting it.

She had no authority to demand the return of that Mora—and didn't dare anger him.

If that happened, Liyue would be thrown into chaos.

Shao Yun heard the implication clearly. He stared into her violet eyes and spoke evenly.

"Not my problem. Ask Snezhnaya for it. Anyone but Lumine or Paimon tries to take Mora from me… they'll regret it."

With that, he turned and began walking away.

Keqing watched his arrogant silhouette retreating, overwhelmed by conflicting emotions.

Then, as if possessed, she called out, "Take care… don't get robbed or something…"

Shao Yun burst out laughing. He turned back with a grin, eyes glinting.

"I hope someone tries to rob me! After all—who doesn't want more money?"

Keqing watched him vanish into the distance, praying silently.

Please, let no idiot try to rob Shao Yun… or it'll be a disaster.