Aamon's raw, unfiltered declaration sent the divine lounge into uproar.
"Furina, please help me have a child."
No metaphor.
No buildup.
Just fire. Wild, chaotic fire.
The chat exploded:
Lumine: [Wait—did he actually say that out loud?!]
Paimon: [So blunt!! Aamon's not playing around!!]
Keqing: [Is that even… a confession? Or just madness?!]
Klee: [Do you think he'll succeed?! OMG!]
Hu Tao: [He's impulsive, but he's handsome and sincere. Kind of tragic-romantic, don't you think?]
Ningguang: [Being obsessed with legs is a very specific trait. I'm struggling to even process this.]
Yae Miko: [My world view has shifted. We need Chapter 5 stat. What happens next?!]
Navia: [That man just proposed divine reproduction. I respect the boldness... Furina, thoughts?]
Furina's response was as iconic as it was infuriated:
Furina: [Navia!!! I'm never eating your macarons again!]
The simulation feed surged.
Everyone wanted to know:
Was this madness… or a misunderstood miracle?
But one thing was undeniable:
Aamon had shaken the divine quiet.
And maybe—just maybe—what started with flame and folly could still evolve into a story no one expected.
The simulation trembled.
Furina's divine heartbeat pulsed like thunder behind glass.
She had heard every word.
Aamon's chaotic declaration rang through the divine lounge, setting viewers ablaze with reactions, shock, and disbelief. But now… all eyes were on her.
She could sentence him.
She could scorn him.
She could vanish and leave his simulation shattered.
But instead—something strange happened.
She waited.
The alley moonlight still wrapped her in silver.
Cats still purred nearby.
And Aamon… frozen, flamed, foolish… waited for her to speak.
Divine chat stirred:
Hu Tao: [Is she hesitating?! She's supposed to destroy him!]
Yae Miko: [She might be curious. Not flattered, but curious.]
Nahida: [This isn't about desire anymore. This is about perception—and confrontation.]
Lumine: [Whatever she says… it'll decide whether his story ends or truly begins.]
Then Furina stepped closer.
Her voice didn't crackle with divine wrath.
It shimmered—cold, clear, and cutting.
"Aamon. You've insulted me. But you've also exposed yourself. In all your chaos… I saw sincerity."
"I won't give you what you asked. But I will give you a chance."
"Prove it wasn't just lust. Make me believe there's meaning in your madness."
And just like that, the simulation shifted.
[New System Flag: Divine Trial Activated]
Mission: Earn Furina's emotional acknowledgment—not through obsession, but through growth.]
---
Furina glared at the stream, jaw clenched, silver lashes trembling.
She didn't know what disturbed her more:
- The brazen request from Aamon's simulated self
- Or the bizarre flutter in her chest she couldn't dismiss
"A lovestruck idiot," she muttered.
"A bold, reckless, leg-obsessed fool…"
Yet when she shook her head, that feeling didn't vanish.
Because tonight, for the first time in centuries, she hadn't felt lonely.
---
Meanwhile, Aamon watched his own simulated chaos spiral with awe and disbelief.
"That was me? That's how it played out? I seriously asked a god to bear my child?"
He laughed—dry, disbelieving, flustered.
But as the divine commentary poured in, mocking and marveling alike, one truth emerged:
He may be ridiculous, but he was seen.
He didn't fade into obscurity.
He shook the heavens.
He cracked the mask of the divine with sincerity sharp enough to sting.
And now, with the simulation's trial unlocked, a new goal stood before him:
[Reshape the perception.
Earn her acknowledgment not as a suitor of divine legs… but as a soul worthy of divine presence.]
The simulation screen flickered with danger.
Aamon's expression—no longer poetic, no longer romantic—twisted with delirium.
Furina's face, once curious and radiant, now registered terror.
She recoiled instinctively, shrinking like a wounded star.
But the simulation did not stop.
[Baptism by Flame: Critical Threshold Breached]
[System Warning: Simulation entering Forbidden Territory]
[User Behavior Flagged: Non-consensual aggression]
The moment Aamon reached with bloodshot eyes and manic impulse, the divine realm itself froze.
Furina's fear wasn't symbolic—it was real.
And Aamon, overwhelmed by corrupted talents and unchecked desire, crossed the line from tragic to dangerous.
In the divine stream, the tone shifted:
Nahida: [This is no longer entertaining. It's a violation.]
Keqing: [That's not romance. That's assault.]
Yae Miko: [The system must intervene. This has gone too far.]
In the simulation chamber, Furina's data form triggered emergency protocol:
"System override: End simulation."
Everything shattered into light.
---
Aamon blinked in his rental room, the simulation portal offline, the feed collapsed.
His heart pounded. His soul scorched.
And more than embarrassment, he felt dread.
"I hurt her… even in simulation, I hurt her."
The talents hadn't been fictional tools—they exposed shadows he hadn't known he harbored.
And now, if Furina remembered that version of him—he'd never be forgiven.
---
It happened in a flash.
Furina screamed.
Her body writhed to escape, terror overtaking every divine fiber within her.
But Aamon—no longer himself, consumed by madness—tightened his grip.
He didn't see her fear.
He didn't see the audience.
He saw only obsession, eclipsed by that leg, that scent, that flash of fragile beauty.
And then, just as he sealed his imprint on her cheek...
A surge of Water Element burst forth.
It struck like a divine hammer, cracking him against the floor.
He dropped—collapsed—unable to even see her one last time.
But in his final breath, it wasn't regret that filled his mind.
It was her scent.
Her leg.
Her presence.
He died not with dignity, but with desire.
---
Divine Chat Exploded:
Keqing: [This is unacceptable. It crossed every line.]
Nahida: [It's tragic not just for Furina—but for what this simulation revealed about unchecked impulse.]
Yae Miko: [Even the gods are shaken… not because he was strong, but because he was true—and terrifying.]
Furina stood frozen, not in glory, but in disbelief.
She had faced enemies. Fought wars. Endured centuries.
But never had she felt that kind of fear—extracted not by a villain… but a mortal simulation of adoration turned rotten.
[You die with a smile.]
[Life simulation ends here.]
The screen froze. The feed stalled. And a silence fell.
Then—
Audience:
"Wait… WHAT?"
"No way—he actually pulled it off!?"
Furina:
"How dare he… He actually succeeded?!"
Aamon's simulation concluded—not with redemption, but with chaotic triumph and divine disgrace.
He had crossed every threshold.
He had violated every law of godly decorum.
And somehow… with sheer audacity and emotional collapse, he sealed his final moment with a mark.
A kiss.
An imprint.
And a smile, as his simulated body crumpled under divine judgment.
Yet he didn't die in fear.
He died content—his mind lingering on the scent of divinity and the leg that haunted dreams across Tayvet.
---
The audience was split.
Some were horrified.
Some were laughing.
Some... were intrigued.
Furina herself—normally a paragon of poise—stood dumbfounded, cheeks flushed with anger and something else.
And the system?
It logged everything.
[Simulation Archive: Complete.
Flagged Tags: Obsession / Recklessness / Lust / Divine Impact / Emotional Detonation]
Aamon's journey wasn't just a story.
It was a warning.