Genshin Impact: What, the one we need to save is Focalors?

Early summer had arrived. The sun in the sky grew increasingly scorching, seeming to foreshadow the coming intense heat.

Fortunately, gusts of sea breeze blew in from the vast ocean from time to time, bringing moments of coolness to people and slightly alleviating the early summer heat.

On both sides of the road leading to Fudé Port, canola flowers, like a green canvas sprinkled with gold by the sunlight, bloomed so ardently and dazzlingly.

The golden yellow petals swayed gently in the wind, like a golden ocean shimmering in the sunlight.

"Kunikuzushi, why are you called by such a strange name?" Imai Jiro asked the cold-faced boy with a round hat beside him, somewhat curiously.

Kunikuzushi answered expressionlessly, "To make this nation of Inazuma collapse!"

After listening, Imai Jiro let out a soft sigh, seeming to have thought of something.

His gaze towards Kunikuzushi held a bit more sympathetic understanding. "You must have also, like me, experienced deep pain, which is why you hate this country to the core."

Kunikuzushi didn't respond, but the coldness on his face dissipated slightly.

Imai Jiro then continued recounting his own experiences. "I was originally a merchant from a wealthy family, usually benevolent and charitable, often assisting the poor. I suppose I could be considered a good person, right?

But the Vision Hunt Decree suddenly issued by the Shogun changed my life.

I handed over my Vision immediately, but the Vision Hunt team not only stole my family property but also often beat me."

Kunikuzushi suddenly stopped walking. He turned around, looking sharply at Imai Jiro. "The pain I have endured is far beyond yours."

After saying that, he walked quickly forward without looking back.

Imai Jiro was startled at first. Then, he began to imagine various tragic experiences Kunikuzushi must have gone through.

A handsome youth like him was probably long ago treated by those perverted nobles as a plaything for seeking excitement and entertainment, used by many.

Thus, he felt even more sympathy for him. "Alas, this rotten nation can only be described by two words: it devours people!"

He quickened his steps and caught up with Kunikuzushi.

After half a day of travel, they finally reached their destination.

When they finally arrived at Fudé Port, the sight before their eyes left both Imai Jiro and Kunikuzushi feeling unprecedented shock.

They saw majestic buildings under intensive construction, various large modern Fontaine machines roaring on the site, and countless workers diligently busy at their respective posts, presenting a scene of busyness and orderliness.

Here, they saw neither potbellied Shogunate officials nor soldiers who occasionally whipped workers for fun.

The atmosphere here was positive and uplifting, full of vigor and vitality.

When Imai Jiro and Kunikuzushi arrived at the entrance of the construction site, they were surprised to find a long queue had already formed, winding and twisting, and they couldn't see the end of it at a glance.

On both sides of the queue, West Factory Guards in black military-like uniforms stood ready, constantly maintaining order and preventing anyone from cutting in.

Kunikuzushi had no intention of queuing. He walked directly towards the entrance.

If anyone dared to stop him, he would kill them.

After all, his main purpose for this trip was to kill.

However, after only a few steps, Imai Jiro pulled him back. "Kunikuzushi, don't cut in line. Doing that will make you lose your chance to get a job here."

His tone was full of concern and a warning.

Kunikuzushi stopped and turned his head to look at Imai Jiro.

That face, full of concern, gradually overlapped with a vague figure in his memory - Niwa.

Somehow, he suddenly gave up the idea of killing at that moment and joined the queue with Imai Jiro.

After a long wait, they finally reached the front of the queue.

They were received by a gentle-faced West Factory Guard.

This guard took out two forms from a drawer and handed them to them to fill out.

He also specifically mentioned that if they were illiterate or had any difficulties, he would be happy to help fill them out.

Imai Jiro was somewhat overwhelmed by the unexpected amiability. He hadn't expected a Fontaine official to be so kind.

He quickly waved his hand to indicate he didn't need help and swiftly and accurately filled out his information.

Next, he helped Kunikuzushi complete his form and submitted them both to the West Factory Guard.

The West Factory Guard took the information they handed over and immediately began the serious review process.

While reviewing Kunikuzushi's information, his expression showed a subtle change, but this experienced guard quickly adjusted his demeanor, not letting any abnormality show.

He smiled, looked up, and said to them, "Congratulations, you have successfully passed our West Factory's interview and are now a member of Fudé Port."

Hearing this, Imai Jiro could hardly conceal his joy, as not everyone was fortunate enough to become a worker at Fudé Port.

In contrast, Kunikuzushi's reaction seemed much more indifferent, as if this result held little meaning for him.

Afterward, the West Factory Guard detailed Fudé Port's various rules, regulations, and generous benefits.

As the explanation continued, Imai Jiro's excitement grew, and he couldn't wait to start working right away.

Subsequently, the West Factory Guard proactively led them to their accommodation—a clean and tidy prefabricated house—and issued them two work badges, telling them they could eat for free daily with the badges.

After the West Factory Guard left, Imai Jiro lay on the simple iron-frame bed, his heart filled with emotion.

He felt that everything was so wonderful it was like a dream, making it hard for him to believe.

From now on, he would begin a completely new chapter of life here.

Here there was no oppression, no exploitation; as long as one worked hard, one could live a stable life, eat one's fill, and earn payment.

Just as Imai Jiro was lost in thoughts of a beautiful future life, the door was suddenly gently pushed open, breaking the tranquility in the room.

A gentle and refined young man slowly entered. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and a subtle smile hung on the corner of his mouth, giving off an air of warmth yet not lacking in authority.

Imai Jiro immediately stood up from the bed and stepped forward. Just as he was about to speak, the man preemptively introduced himself, "I am Yide, the Director of the West Factory. Imai Jiro, I need to speak with Kunikuzushi alone. Could you please step out for a moment?"

Although Yide's words sounded polite and courteous, the underlying authority and unquestionable tone made it impossible for Imai Jiro to refuse.

A wave of shock surged in his heart. He subconsciously glanced at Kunikuzushi, a hint of worry showing in his eyes.

But he understood he had no right to do anything, so he quietly turned and walked out of the room, leaving the space to Yide and Kunikuzushi.

For a moment, only Yide and Kunikuzushi remained in the room.

Yide slowly walked to the side of the iron-frame bed and calmly sat down. "It truly makes one feel emotional. First, the Great General of Watatsumi Island came here to work, and now a Fatui Harbinger has arrived."

Kunikuzushi let out a cold sneer. "Then do you know what I came here to do?" he asked, his tone carrying a strong sense of mockery.

"Isn't it to kill me?" Yide responded nonchalantly. "After all, fools and wastes like you, what else can you do besides kill?"

As soon as his words fell, the anger in Kunikuzushi's heart surged and erupted like a volcano.

His face twisted with anger, and his whole body exuded chilling killing intent. "Do you know what you are saying?"

Towards Kunikuzushi's anger, Yide remained composed and calm.

He looked at Kunikuzushi contemptuously, slowly and firmly spitting out every word: "I say you are merely an utterly incompetent fool and waste."

"You are courting death!"