Genshin Impact: Transmigrated as Furina's Second Personality

By now, it was deep into the night.

The moonlight and starlight intertwined, casting the empty village in a silvery glow.

Under the moon's radiance, Felina's blue-and-white hair shimmered as though draped in a veil of luminous moonlight.

The battle between Felina and Scaramouche raged on.

The overwhelming pressure Felina exerted on Scaramouche was immense.

Especially since he was entirely on the defensive, his burden grew heavier with every passing second.

At their level, the speed of combat was so blindingly fast that ordinary people wouldn't even be able to follow it. In a single second, Felina could unleash three or four dozen punches.

When the number of attacks grows that high, there will inevitably be moments where one cannot keep up. Openings become unavoidable.

That's exactly what happened to Scaramouche.

After an exchange, he momentarily let his guard down and threw a straight punch aimed at Felina's face.

This lapse was all Felina needed to exploit his weakness.

At that moment, Scaramouche's right fist was flying toward her face.

Felina didn't dodge or flinch. Her left hand shot out, catching his right arm in a firm grip.

With that single move, Scaramouche's arm was locked in place, unable to retract. His right side was wide open, leaving him completely vulnerable.

Seizing the opportunity, Felina's right hand balled into a fist and struck fiercely at Scaramouche's exposed right armpit.

The moment her punch landed, an explosion of force reverberated through the air. Scaramouche's body emitted a sickening crack as his right shoulder joint twisted out of place under the immense impact.

Staggering back several steps, Scaramouche struggled to steady himself. When he finally stopped, his right arm hung limp at his side.

His pupils trembled as he stared at Felina in disbelief.

Her single punch had shattered his shoulder joint, leaving his arm entirely useless.

When he was whole, he had barely managed to hold his own. Now, with one arm disabled, there was no way he could stand a chance against her.

Scaramouche entertained the thought of running, but he knew Felina would never let him escape.

As she closed the distance again, he was forced to face her with his damaged arm, knowing full well how futile his resistance was.

Left with only his left arm, he swung at her in desperation, but she sidestepped effortlessly.

Her foot lashed out like a whip, sweeping his ankle with such force that it knocked him off his feet.

Scaramouche fell, landing flat on his back with his chest to the sky—a perfect target.

Felina's attacks were relentless and precise, always aimed at her opponent's critical points.

Seeing her opportunity, she raised her right foot high and brought it crashing down onto Scaramouche's lumbar vertebrae.

Boom!

A deafening impact shook the ground. The earth beneath Scaramouche split into a crater nearly 100 meters in diameter, a testament to the sheer force of her stomp.

The blow snapped Scaramouche's lumbar vertebrae like a brittle twig.

With his spine shattered, his upper and lower body bent grotesquely into a V-shape before collapsing back onto the ground.

But Felina wasn't done.

She withdrew her foot and delivered a powerful kick to his ribcage.

Her perfectly arched instep struck his side, shattering all the ribs on his right flank. His entire thoracic cavity caved in under the force.

He was flung like a ragdoll, a blur of black streaking through the air until he smashed into a cliffside. The impact left a web of cracks across the rocky surface before gravity dragged his mangled body to the ground.

Felina's assault was merciless.

With his spine broken, Scaramouche couldn't even stand. Yet before he could collapse completely, Felina darted across hundreds of meters in an instant, closing the gap like an unstoppable juggernaut.

Her slender hand shot out, grabbing his head like a sandbag.

She swung him with immense force, smashing his skull against the cliffside.

The mountain trembled, rocks tumbling down from the sheer impact.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

For an entire minute, Felina slammed Scaramouche's head into the rock face, over and over.

By the time she finally stopped, the once-towering 20-meter cliff had been reduced to rubble.

But Felina wasn't satisfied yet. With no trace of hesitation, she stepped onto Scaramouche's left leg and brought her heel down with brutal force. The sound of metal crunching echoed as his leg was crushed into a useless, mangled mess.

Then came his right leg. She didn't even pause, her foot smashing down with the same devastating precision. His limbs bent in unnatural directions, their joints shattered beyond repair.

Felina moved to his arms next, her delicate-looking hands gripping his forearm. A sharp twist, followed by a sickening crunch, left his left arm completely limp and disjointed.

Casually, she tossed Scaramouche's broken body onto the ground.

His limbs was useless, his spine shattered, his chest caved in, and his skull was deformed.

The repeated impacts had stripped away his facial skin and muscle, leaving exposed, mangled metal parts beneath—a grim reminder of his artificial nature.

He was utterly destroyed, incapable of further resistance.

Felina stared coldly at the broken figure before her.

There was not an ounce of pity in her gaze.

The moment Scaramouche had dared to harm Furina, his fate was sealed.

"How unfortunate. It seems not only your heart but also your body is defective. You're far from being on par with a god. No wonder Beelzebul abandoned you."

Earlier, during his pursuit of Furina, Scaramouche had mocked her mercilessly, calling her "coward," "useless," and unworthy of being a god.

Felina had remembered every insult.

If he enjoyed taunting others, then he deserved a taste of his own medicine.

Every blow Furina endured, she would repay in kind.

Every taunt Furina suffered, she would retaliate with interest.

Her words cut deeper than the physical injuries, striking at the very core of Scaramouche's being.

Though he was little more than scrap at this point, his twisted body still twitched faintly at her remark, a feeble testament to his simmering rage.

Felina turned her gaze skyward and spoke, her voice calm yet commanding.

"It's over. You've been watching long enough. Come down now."

Moments later, Zhongli descended from the heavens, landing beside her.

"You noticed?"

Felina didn't waste any time. Her first question was direct.

Zhongli understood immediately what she meant.

During their earlier KFC negotiation, Felina's demeanor had been vastly different from Furina's playful innocence during her explorations.

Even their combat styles differed drastically. Furina's preference for summoning knights and generals reflected her artistic, inexperienced nature. When Scaramouche fled, she had let him go.

But now, in this second confrontation, the change was stark. Felina's methods were ruthless, her strikes lethal and precise. Every move aimed to kill.

The inconsistency suggested one thing—Felina had two distinct personalities: one embodying divinity, the other reflecting humanity.

Without a doubt, it was her godly persona that had returned to avenge Furina.

Zhongli chuckled lightly. "It's not uncommon."

To mortals, dual personalities were rare.

For gods, it was a different story altogether.

The Anemo Archon was a drunken bard.

The Electro Archon had created a puppet to rule in her stead while she secluded herself.

Zhongli had staged his own death to abdicate his throne.

The Dendro Archon had been confined by her people.

The Hydro Archon hid within a judgment machine.

Even the Pyro Archon had placed her soul in a sacred flame to ensure her resurrection centuries later.

In the end, gods were not bound by mortal reasoning. Their eccentricities were what made them gods.

To Zhongli, dual personalities were far from surprising.

Zhongli expressed an understanding attitude regarding the matter of dual personalities.

Felina nodded in acknowledgment.

Both tacitly chose to leave the topic aside.

"You don't seem inclined to kill him," Zhongli said, glancing at the battered Scaramouche lying on the ground. He could sense that Scaramouche still retained some consciousness.

With Felina's power, killing him would have been effortless. If Scaramouche was still alive, it was only because she had intentionally spared him.

"Indeed," Felina replied with a nod. "You've likely noticed as well."

"The Fatui in Liyue and Sumeru—Fontaine's neighboring nations—have been subtly concentrating their forces near Fontaine's borders."

"Naturally," Zhongli nodded.

As an Archon, he was keenly aware of the movements within his domain.

The Fatui's decision to amass troops at Fontaine's borders was a reaction to Felina's earlier maneuver to expel them from Fontaine. By gathering their forces along the borders, they aimed to create tension and exert military pressure on Fontaine.

But this posed a problem.

The Fatui were Snezhnaya's military arm. If they concentrated on their own borders, no other nation could interfere.

However, massing troops on the borders of Liyue and Sumeru was a different matter entirely.

Fontaine could interpret this as Liyue and Sumeru tacitly agreeing to cooperate with Snezhnaya, allowing the Fatui to pressure Fontaine from their territories.

Massing troops at a border is universally seen as a provocative act.

It's akin to a stranger standing by your bed at night, armed with a knife and gun, claiming they mean no harm. Even if they insist otherwise, you'd still feel profoundly uneasy.

Such actions are intolerable for any nation.

Zhongli had already noticed the Fatui's movements within Liyue. Their actions violated existing agreements and could potentially strain Liyue's relationship with Fontaine.

Initially, Zhongli had intended to address the issue himself. However, with Felina—the Hydro Archon and Fontaine's ruler—visiting Liyue, he chose to hear her perspective first.

Felina pondered the matter before responding.

"This situation is indeed delicate. Mishandling it could affect the relationship between Liyue and Fontaine, especially with the power station collaboration recently established."

"I believe that even if you do nothing, the Qixing would still take action to prevent any disruption to our cooperation."

"However, I think you should wait a little longer."

"Oh? And why is that?" Zhongli asked, his gaze fixed on Felina.

Felina explained, "The urgency to act stems from concerns about the impact on our nations' friendship. But since I already understand the root of this issue, I can assure you that our relationship will remain unaffected."

"Secondly, the presence of foreign troops within a nation's borders is undoubtedly a ticking time bomb that threatens national security.

"However, bound by prior agreements with Snezhnaya, you cannot expel their forces without sufficient justification."

"If you intend to step back and hand Liyue's governance over to humanity, why not use this opportunity? Let the Fatui grow bold and provide you with the pretext to remove this ticking time bomb, ensuring a safer Liyue for your people."

Zhongli nodded in agreement.

Felina's reasoning mirrored his own thoughts.

Centuries ago, during the Cataclysm in Khaenri'ah, Abyssal forces had emerged from beneath the Chasm. The Millelith paid a heavy price to contain the calamity.

Although the immediate threat was averted, Abyssal corruption lingered beneath the Chasm. The Fatui had volunteered to assist in managing the contamination, earning goodwill and trust from Liyue's citizens.

This goodwill had enabled the Fatui to establish agreements with Liyue, allowing their troops to station within the nation.

Politics is devoid of sentiment—it operates on interests.

Everyone knew Snezhnaya's motives were far from pure. Allowing foreign troops to garrison within Liyue was a precarious situation for a sovereign nation.

If possible, Zhongli would prefer to let the Fatui overreach themselves, providing grounds to expel them and leave Liyue in a more secure state.

However, he also needed to account for Fontaine's perspective. Allowing the Fatui to mass troops at Liyue and Fontaine's shared border could be seen as Liyue's complicity, potentially straining their diplomatic ties.

Thus, Zhongli's earlier inquiry was a subtle attempt to gauge Felina's stance on the matter.

Felina, understanding his intentions, offered a response that satisfied Zhongli's unspoken concerns.

"Thank you for your understanding," Zhongli said with a faint smile. "I will remember this favor on behalf of Liyue."

He glanced at Scaramouche on the ground, his expression contemplative.

Felina, noticing his look, clarified her intent.

"As I mentioned earlier, Snezhnaya's recent provocations are escalating. If their pressure becomes too much, this Fatui Harbinger may serve as a reason for me to shift from a reactive stance to a proactive one."

She paused before adding, "Would you agree to let me take him?"

Her words made it clear that she intended to keep Scaramouche hidden, treating him as a secret card to counter Snezhnaya's actions. This implied she had no intention of publicly revealing Scaramouche's attack on her—at least, not yet.

However, if she were to take Scaramouche, Liyue would face considerable diplomatic pressure from Snezhnaya over the disappearance of one of their Harbingers within its borders.

Thus, as a gesture of respect, Felina sought Zhongli's approval.

"Haha." Zhongli chuckled softly. "Take him. Consider it my way of repaying your kindness."

Felina allowed the Fatui to expand their presence on Liyue's border, giving Zhongli the justification to expel them completely.

In return, Zhongli shouldered the diplomatic backlash from Snezhnaya, enabling Felina to hold Scaramouche as leverage for future use against them.

In their courteous exchange, the two Archons had struck another subtle yet significant deal.

With the matter settled, Felina took the opportunity to inquire about the unusual seismic activity beneath Liyue.

Zhongli's eyes glimmered. Finally, she brings it up herself.

He feigned a look of surprise, then pretended to ponder for a moment.

"Hmm. I hadn't considered this might be connected to the water anomalies in Fontaine's Primordial Sea."

"The abnormal tremors to the northwest—I have some idea of what they might be. Follow me."

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