"Ha ha ha ha~"
The next morning, bright and early…
The pitiful little clown had no idea that the thorn in his eye—the black-haired youth who had just reached Lv.3—was smiling even wider than he was.
And, the latter wasn't taking him seriously at all.
Yes, what truly delighted Renjiro at this moment was actually:
[Venti (Wind) | ☆☆☆☆☆]
[Fillet Blade | ☆☆☆]
["Childe" · Tartaglia (Hydro) | ☆☆☆☆☆]
"I remembered to fix the roll this time~!"
Renjiro clenched his fist in excitement. "Woohoo~"
Outside the room, after a burst of laughter that sounded like a movie villain laugh, a sudden strange shout followed…
"Renjiro-kun, you're energetic as always today." —Syr, giggling.
"No, I think he just got his brain pinched by the door last night." —Rye, the little troublemaker.
"Uh… ha… ha ha~" — Bell and Lili, unsure how to respond, awkwardly smiled.
At that moment…
"BANG~"
Renjiro flung open the door, face flushed, corners of his mouth nearly reaching his ears. "Good morning, blossoms of the Household."
After casually greeting them, he hummed a little tune and skipped to the kitchen to grab bowls and chopsticks, ready for breakfast.
Currently, in the Maria Orphanage, several children were already learning to eat with chopsticks, following Renjiro's example.
Only, besides Roux and Fina, even Rye found chopsticks difficult, and most of the other kids eventually reverted to forks and knives.
Renjiro didn't mind; a while back, he had jokingly said, "Using chopsticks makes you smarter…" and since then, Rye occasionally challenged himself with them in secret.
At this moment…
"Seems like he's seriously ill."
Rye, the only child in the orphanage who kept a full set of knife, fork, and chopsticks, watched Renjiro's back like a little adult, shaking his head with a sigh.
Bell and Lili, smartly, just ate in silence, completely unconcerned.
Because they both knew what was coming next…
"Oh right, I almost forgot. I'm pretty free this morning. Dear Rye, your basic swordsmanship lesson will get a super double session today."
Sure enough…
Renjiro's calm voice floated from the kitchen.
Immediately, a scar-faced brown-haired boy froze in place.
Judging from the massive bead of sweat sliding down his cheek, this was probably the silent form of regret.
Finally, once Renjiro sat down…
"Bell."
"Yes!"
The white rabbit boy sat up straight, his tone tense.
Renjiro waved his hand. "No need to be so formal, relax a bit."
"Oh~"
The boy visibly relaxed.
But then…
"Yesterday, I saw you rush through the dungeon with way too many unnecessary moves. This morning, I'll teach you some basic combat techniques. Pay attention, learn well."
"Ah… yes!"
Bell's expression lit up with excitement and anticipation.
Rye, watching from the side…
sigh "Truly, ignorance is bliss."
He could already foresee how miserable this white-haired kid would be.
After all, when he first took Renjiro's basic swordsmanship class, he had the same eager expression.
By the end of the day… he was too exhausted to even move a finger.
But…
"Well, better not warn him."
Rye smirked. "According to Renjiro, just sit back and watch the show. It'll be entertaining."
Hehe~
========
By now, Renjiro no longer cared about the superstition of "life span affecting gacha rolls."
Superstition… all nonsense.
He only knew that after one round of four draws—two golds, one purple, he now had 18 Genshin characters.
And this time, he didn't forget to fix the roll.
As for who the next fixed-roll target would be after gathering the "Three Gods"…
Well, he had been hesitating for a while.
But eventually, after failing to input the true name of the remaining four gods and the Keeper of Heaven, and attempting to summon Dainsleif, he made a bold choice that would have amused a group of Genshin players in his previous life.
"The next seven fixed rolls… all go to 'Qiqi.'"
Without a doubt, Renjiro planned to invest long-term to accumulate the legendary "Talisman of Salvation" full-capability — mass resurrection.
He couldn't fix Barbara, the four-star Hydro character, so he hadn't bothered with her before.
Even a single-target resurrection with a fifteen-minute cooldown required a huge investment, so the mass resurrection capability was far more valuable.
Compared to Albedo's creation alchemy, Hu Tao's boundary-soul summon, Kaedehara Kazuha's wind perception, Shenhe's strength, or even Ganyu's nuclear arrow skill…
"I am XX, a zombie!"
In this world full of danger and death, Renjiro preferred hearing this line a few more times.
After all, the Genshin system protects against over-rolling characters once they reach full constellations… why fear it?
The fifteen-minute cooldown for mass resurrection—how sweet is that?
Even if world mechanics extended the cooldown, being a skill, it could be shortened with enough mana and even expand its effect range.
In short, no matter how many resurrection abilities, Renjiro would never complain.
Lately, he even considered feeding Bell a "resurrection dish."
Honestly, it wasn't favoritism.
Reality was harsh—Bell, as a protagonist, had immense training value.
Maybe he'd even take him to fight the Black Dragon in the future.
========
"Ready?"
"Yes, please guide me."
The location: the open ground in front of the abandoned church at the Maria Orphanage.
Having finished breakfast and waited half an hour to digest, Renjiro and Bell began today's training.
Ah, yes, Rye was also training, practicing swings with a wooden sword… five hundred times, then an additional five hundred times.
During this break…
"If it's just training, no need for real weapons yet."
Renjiro tossed Bell two soft "daggers."
"These are?"
"Made of rubber, very soft, almost harmless."
Renjiro flicked the tip of one. "So, just attack me directly. No worries… we'll correct mistakes as we go."
"Yes!"
Bell responded immediately, ready.
…..
Completed version available on [P]atreon.[c]om/Veltoria [remove brackets]