Genshin Impact: Transmigrated as Furina's Second Personality

Inside the inn, after confirming that Furina had fully shut down her consciousness and fallen into a deep sleep, the warmth on Felina's face vanished, replaced by a chilling coldness laced with killing intent.

Felina completely understood and approved of Furina's decision not to pursue Scaramouche.

This had been Furina's first life-or-death fight. Without a clear understanding of her own power or her enemy, prioritizing self-preservation was undoubtedly the best choice.

Furina refraining from chasing Scaramouche was the correct decision.

Her growing courage and determination to protect herself were growth enough to make Felina deeply gratified.

What's more, Furina's nature was inherently kind. She was a pure and innocent girl who had never experienced a mortal battle, let alone taken a life.

To expect her to relentlessly chase down an enemy who had already fled and kill him in cold blood—such an act would fundamentally contradict who Furina was.

If Furina had done such a thing, she would no longer be Furina.

Her kind heart had stopped her from pursuing Scaramouche, and this was entirely in line with her character.

But no matter—Felina's presence existed precisely to do the things Furina could not or would not do.

In the dimly lit room, Felina's eyes grew colder, the killing intent in them intensifying.

She didn't hesitate. Opening the door, she leapt into the night, transforming into a streak of blue light streaking through the sky.

Atop Wangshu Inn in Dihua Marsh

The blue-haired girl appeared gracefully on the roof.

"Is the Guardian Yaksha present?"

Felina called out.

Wangshu Inn was where Xiao resided. Few could summon him to appear, but the Hydro Archon was not among those constrained by such limitations.

The moment her call rang out, Xiao materialized by her side.

"What business does the Hydro Archon have with me?" Xiao asked.

His respect for Rex Lapis extended naturally to the other members of the Seven Archons, and thus, he addressed Felina with the same deference.

"Greetings, Adeptus Xiao. I was attacked today while traveling through Liyue. The assailant wore Inazuman-style purple robes and a wide-brimmed hat. Upon investigation, I found him to be one of the Fatui Harbingers."

"I've come to ask if you know where he might be hiding."

"You honor me too much, Archon. I am unworthy of such a title," Xiao said humbly.

"The person you described is currently in Mingyun Village, near the Dragonspine mountains to the east of Liyue."

"My thanks."

Felina raised her hand, conjuring a glowing blue water orb imbued with her divine hydro power.

"Water can wash away many things, including the corruption left by demonic remnants.

"This is a gift for you—a token for our first meeting," Felina said with calm sincerity.

Felina held Xiao in high regard. Though Furina was her favorite, Xiao was also a character she deeply admired.

Xiao's backstory resonated with her—a carefree boy dragged into the Archon War and enslaved by a powerful demon.

Under that demon's control, Xiao had been forced to kill countless innocents, leaving him with a heavy karmic burden.

It wasn't until Rex Lapis—Geo Archon defeated the demon and freed Xiao that he found redemption.

Even so, Xiao remained tormented by guilt and chose to atone by serving as a Yaksha, protecting Liyue by hunting demons and purging remnants of the Archon War.

Two thousand years later, Xiao still bore the immense pain of karmic corruption without complaint.

He saw his suffering as punishment for his past sins and rejected praise, refusing to see himself as anything more than a sinner.

Despite being revered as an Adeptus, Xiao lived a life of solitude and hardship, never enjoying the comforts others might take for granted.

Felina believed there was no point debating the morality of such characters.

Scaramouche was, at his core, also a pitiable figure.

Why?

Because his creation, his fate, and even his choices were dictated by others. He believed himself free, but in truth, he had never known freedom.

Hating or judging such a character was meaningless. The true target of blame should be the creators of his story.

Similarly, players who adored Scaramouche shouldn't lash out at those who disliked him.

The real culprit for Scaramouche's polarizing reception was the one who wrote his narrative.

The writer's decisions not only complicated Scaramouche's character but also cast an awkward light on others like Xiao.

Xiao, who still atoned without release, or Eula, tirelessly proving her worth to Mondstadt despite her Lawrence lineage, were now burdened with narratives that felt diminished in comparison.

Regardless, Felina respected Xiao's character and offered him the water orb as a token of her admiration.

Xiao was momentarily stunned upon receiving the orb but bowed respectfully, his voice steady. "Thank you."

Felina nodded silently before leaping away, heading toward Mingyun Village.

In the abandoned mines of Mingyun Village

Scaramouche, battered and broken, had taken refuge in a dilapidated shack. His mechanical body was riddled with cracks and damage, his combat capabilities significantly diminished.

From arrogance to despair, everything that had happened today felt like a dream.

The sheer disparity left Scaramouche in a daze.

Survival was instinctive for all beings, including puppets like him.

He felt relief that Furina hadn't pursued him, knowing he would have been dead otherwise.

"I'll hide here for now and return to the Fatui once things settle down. Perhaps Dottore can repair me," he muttered.

The moment he finished speaking, a familiar figure appeared in the doorway.

Standing there, her silhouette blocking the faint light, was the blue-haired girl.

She looked entirely different from the Furina he had encountered earlier.

Gone was the innocence and naivety—what stood before him now was cold and imposing. Her eyes radiated unrestrained killing intent, carrying the oppressive majesty of a true Archon.

For the first time since escaping, Scaramouche felt genuine fear.

He recognized this presence—it was the same divine aura he had only ever felt from the Tsaritsa.

Felina stared at Scaramouche with icy disdain.

To the players, Scaramouche might be a character whose actions were dictated by his narrative.

But to Felina, a living being in Teyvat, he was a real threat—one who had harmed Furina and hunted her like prey.

Felina could tolerate many things—even betrayal by someone like Aisat—but she could never forgive anyone who dared to harm or endanger Furina.

"You seem to enjoy close combat," she said coolly, taking a few steps back from the doorway.

Her expression softened into a faint smile, though it carried an unmistakable chill.

"I'll give you a chance."

"I won't use elemental power. I'll rely solely on physical combat. You, on the other hand, can use whatever means you like.

"If you can defeat me, I'll let you live."

It was late at night.

Moonlight and starlight mingled, bathing the deserted village in a silvery glow.

The silver light cascaded over Felina's blue-and-white hair, giving the illusion that she was draped in a shimmering veil of moonlight.

"Failure doesn't feel good, does it?"

"With your mix of arrogance and insecurity, you're probably thinking that the only reason I defeated you today was because I had the full power of an Archon. If you were complete, you'd surely win, right?"

"Though you've yet to gain a Gnosis or ascend as a full-fledged god, your body was crafted by Beelzebul herself, forged from divine materials. In theory, it should possess the resilience of an Archon."

Standing in the moonlight, Felina raised her hand and beckoned toward Scaramouche, who was hiding inside the ramshackle hut.

"So, I'll give you a chance. Fight me with everything you've got. I'll only use martial arts. If you manage to beat me, I'll let you go."

Inside the hut, Scaramouche's expression shifted sharply, stunned by how easily Felina revealed his secrets.

Insecurity often coexists with arrogance—one compensates for the other. Feeling inadequate, a person might pretend to know everything, masking their vulnerability with self-importance.

Felina's disdainful tone hit Scaramouche's fragile ego like a slap, enraging him instantly.

"Such arrogance, Furcalors! I only hope you won't regret your foolish bravado!"

Without another word, lightning erupted around him, and he charged at her.

Felina remained calm.

Right before Scaramouche's eyes, she slightly bent her knees, braced her stance, and raised her hands in a motion resembling the martial art of Wing Chun.

As for why she knew this? That was a story in itself.

Previously, it was mentioned that as the top-performing child at the orphanage, Felina often earned special rewards, such as spending time playing games with her elder sisters Shiju, Aileen, Ruoling, and Qingmeng.

Interestingly, each of these sisters seemed to possess unique skills.

Having grown up yearning for a way to defend herself, Felina once expressed interest in learning something like Taekwondo.

Her sister Ruoling, who had once been an orphan herself, understood Felina's insecurities all too well.

But when it came to Taekwondo, Ruoling dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand. "Why bother with that? Come, let me teach you something even better."

Thus, Felina began learning this martial art from Ruoling, who claimed it had been taught to her by someone fond of black clothing, referred to as the Dragon King.

Occasionally, Shiju would join their training sessions to provide guidance, further refining Felina's techniques.

Under their tutelage, Felina mastered the art, achieving an impressive level of skill.

Although Scaramouche, as the sixth Harbinger, had weathered countless battles and possessed unmatched combat experience, Felina's Archon-level physical prowess—her strength, defense, speed, and perception—more than compensated for her relative inexperience.

Powered by his lightning, Scaramouche moved with blinding speed.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared at Felina's side, aiming the same kick he had used earlier to ambush Furina.

His foot, imbued with highly compressed electro energy, streaked toward her temple with devastating force.

This was the same move that had sent Furina flying hundreds of meters before. Perhaps Scaramouche assumed it was his trump card, having seen it succeed earlier.

However, this time, he was sorely mistaken.

He was now facing Felina—a stark contrast to Furina in both temperament and combat style. Felina's movements were sharp and domineering.

Bang!

A loud explosion accompanied the burst of lightning near Felina's ear. Yet, Scaramouche's attack failed to land, intercepted mid-kick by Felina's forearm.

The violet light illuminated her face, highlighting her icy gaze as she locked eyes with him, delivering a scathing remark.

"Didn't anyone tell you? Against someone far stronger than you, aerial attacks are a rookie mistake."

In combat, attacking while airborne is dangerous, especially against opponents with superior strength and size. Once in the air, evasion becomes impossible. If your attack fails, you're left vulnerable to devastating counterstrikes.

Felina wasted no time. With a decisive motion, she delivered a ferocious punch directly to Scaramouche's abdomen.

The immense power of her Archon physique activated, and Scaramouche's midsection caved under the blow.

The force bent his body into a U-shape, launching him like a cannonball.

He became a blur of purple light, smashing through several derelict huts before slamming into a rocky cliffside, sending debris flying everywhere.

The impact left Scaramouche dazed and disoriented. But before he could recover, Felina was already upon him.

She leapt high into the air, closing the distance in an instant, her next attack aimed squarely at her adversary.

Whoosh!

Her punch grazed his temple, missing his skull by mere millimeters, yet carrying enough force to terrify him.

Scaramouche's heart raced, each rapid exchange hammering home the extent of Felina's monstrous physical capabilities.

Her attacks combined overwhelming strength with blinding speed, forming an unrelenting barrage akin to a hailstorm, devastating and inescapable.

In that moment, he realized something shocking—while most Archons relied heavily on elemental abilities for overwhelming attacks, Felina's mastery of close-quarters combat placed her on a terrifyingly unique level.

Why didn't Scaramouche retreat and bombard her with ranged Electro attacks?

Simple: Felina wouldn't let him.

The moment he tried to gain distance, she'd close the gap, pressuring him with relentless aggression.

Felina didn't allow even a sliver of breathing room, forcing him to fight on her terms—a brutal close-quarters brawl.

Scaramouche felt utterly trapped, overwhelmed by both her strength and his own mounting frustration.

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