Yomite had extra time as the girls packed their belongings, so he went on a lengthy walk by himself to collect his thoughts.     

This world he'd been transported into was too strange and unreal for any man to remain unchanged by it; killing people did not seem unnatural or evil here—in fact, there didn't appear to be anything unusual about that at all.     

Yomite recalled how the first time he'd killed one of the Treasure Hoarders felt.     

Nausea and dizziness swamped him as if he were standing on the edge of space with no support underfoot.     

Laws of this world were simply different from those of his old one...and Yomite couldn't shake off the feeling that he was beginning to see what they really meant now.     

The memory of having come face-to-face with such bizarre newness changed him forever.     

Once he'd become accustomed to it, he realized that killing another person would actually be easy.     

He wouldn't even need to consider the moral issues involved—not like before.     

The so called: "Kill or be killed" philosophy became obvious once he thought in terms of otherworldly law instead of his own limited morals.     

What's more, this world existed within a set system of rules.     

Bandits and monsters threatened the survival of others on a daily basis, so naturally, he could kill them without remorse. Leaving them alive would only harm others.     

In order to survive, humans had to use their power to fight against these threats here.     

To protect himself was only natural, after all.     

Once he'd arrived to this world, Yomite understood instinctively that when he was fighting for his life, there was no room for hesitation over whether it was right or wrong to take up arms against someone else.     

It didn't matter who or what that person might have been; if he got in the way of saving his own life, then he needed to die.     

"Still, this world is so much better than my old one despite this. There's so much stuff to do."     

Yomite strolled along a familiar path lined by trees, listening to the wind blowing through leaves.     

The soft rustle reminded him of Venti, the little Archon rascal.     

His gaze fell on the Anemo Vision in his hand as he wondered whether he ought to heed Venti's warning and throw it away somewhere.     

"Killing gods after taking their gift...Something a main character would say. Sounds cool overall, but do I even have enough strength to realize that?"     

Venti was one thing, but Zhongli's power felt almost infinite.     

If all Gods were as strong, or even stronger than Zhongli, they would certainly be able to wipe out the entire human race with ease.     

That wasn't something Yomite wanted to experience considering he found his new and great lifestyle in this world rather comfortable at present.     

He just hoped he would be granted a chance to live long and well in this peaceful land with his future wives.     

This place was full of limitless opportunities. There was no telling what might happen from now on.     

"Our little bird from the teapot did tell me I should move some furniture and other stuff to the teapot dimension to get things started, though..."     

With that thought in mind, he set out to Mondstadt again, hoping to buy some beds and tables first before moving them into the otherworldly space.     

He had never done anything like that before, so he couldn't be sure it would work—but if nothing else, it wouldn't hurt to try.     

As he went through the city streets, Yomite could sense someone following him around, watching his back like a shadowy ghost.     

It felt unsettling—like someone was trying to hide their presence by pretending to be part of a tree or wall or pillar—but not all that dangerous. After all, his pursuer hadn't actually tried to attack or harm him yet.     

Yomite began walking faster in an attempt to shake off the person in question, but even as fast as he moved, they kept up easily.     

He soon turned a corner and stopped suddenly.     

"Why are you chasing after me? Are you looking for a fight? Come on out."     

"..."     

When Yomite looked closer at his follower, he saw it wasn't a man at all, but a woman who appeared to be in her twenties.     

A ghostly pale grey skin color stood out starkly against her wine red hair, which flowed freely down her back.     

Her face was angular and attractive; the sharp edges of her cheekbones and nose were exaggerated enough to give the impression of being somewhat dangerous.     

Her expression was cold and emotionless...cold enough to make one think she was angry just by seeing her lips draw together.     

She didn't reply when asked why she'd been trailing behind him since he entered the city earlier, and merely continued watching him silently with her unblinking eyes.     

Yomite narrowed his own eyes slightly as he returned the gaze in kind, taking in her well-proportioned figure and flawlessly beautiful features from head to toe.     

'A nun? Nah, this looks more like a cosplay than anything else...still great.'     

Despite her beauty, there was no denying this woman was quite intimidating.     

Her presence was empty like a corpse's was. She was far removed from what could be considered "human."     

"If you want something, then ask and don't just follow me around without saying anything," Yomite said quietly.     

He hoped a direct confrontation would end their strange stalker game once and for all.     

The woman ignored his words completely as she stepped into the alley where Yomite stood and raised her heel over her head before smashing it down onto his head as hard as she possibly could.     

"...!?"     

Yomite swiftly avoided the kick aimed at his forehead and jumped backwards to put some distance between them in order to gauge his attacker's next move.     

"What's your problem...can I not have a single normal day in my life?"