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A bow, despite the name. After countless experiments and improvements to the design, the creator of the ultimate slingshot found himself to have made what was actually a bow.
This longbow's color is unpredictable. Under the light, it takes on a lustrous, watery blue.
The sword of a knight that symbolizes the restored honor of Dvalin. The blessings of the Anemo Archon rest on the fuller of the blade, imbuing the sword with the powers of the sky and the wind.
Beneath its rusty exterior is a lavishly decorated thin blade. It swings as swiftly as the wind.
A manual that was once passed down from generation to generation within an underwater priory. Today, none know of its existence.
A jade polearm made by the archons, capable of slaying ancient beasts.
This famed blade was born in a nation to the far north. But in the name of "Isshin," it was stained with many a dark deed on its home-bound journey.
A weapon once used by a young maiden who forsook her family name, stained with the blood of enemies and loved ones both.
A naginata used to "cut grass." Any army that stands before this weapon will probably be likewise cut down...
This lamp illuminates the dreams that float up over a thousand nights, and in its emerald-green light flows a song of ancient days.
An educational tome written by anonymous early inhabitants who worshiped the wind. It has been blessed by the wind for its faithfulness and influence over the millennia.
A standard-issue longsword of the Knights of Favonius. When you're armed with this agile and sharp weapon, channeling the power of the elements has never been so easy!
A pure green hunting bow. This once belonged to a certain hunter whose home was the forest.
A sword made of a material known as "blackcliff." It has a dark crimson glow on its black blade.
A polearm made in the style of the Knights of Favonius. Its shaft is straight, and its tip flows lightly like the wind.
A rather special oil-paper umbrella. While long wanderings may make one used to the wind and the rain, there might be some fun in admiring a rainy scene beneath this parasol.
A bow that once served as an extraordinary instrument. It is no longer capable of getting people up and dancing.
Notes left behind by a top student. Many useful spells are listed, and the handwriting is beautiful.
A sharp blade with extravagant carvings that somehow does not compromise on durability and sharpness. It roars like a lion as it cuts through the air.
A handy length of abandoned copper pipe that was once used as a weapon. It was famous — or infamous, depending — in some circles.
The sword of a knight that symbolizes the restored honor of Dvalin. The blessings of the Anemo Archon rest on the fuller of the blade, imbuing the sword with the powers of the sky and the wind.
A heavy notebook filled with musical scores. Though suffering from moth damage and heavy wear-and-tear, there is still much power to be found among the hand-written words within.
A polearm decorated with an entwining golden dragon. Light and sharp, this weapon may very well kill dragons with ease.
In the distant past, this was the beloved spear of a famed Inazuman bandit.
A ceremonial sword that has become petrified over time. The trinkets on it are still visible. It grants the wielder the power to withstand the winds of time.
A caduceus symbolizing the glory of alchemy, made from special alloys to match its special status. It is exceedingly rigid and heavy, and would probably hurt pretty bad if used as a cudgel.
A polearm that symbolizes Dvalin's firm resolve. The upright shaft of this weapon points towards the heavens, clad in the might of sky and wind.
The beloved sword of the legendary "Akuou." The blade is huge and majestic, but is surprisingly easy to wield.
A secret tome that belonged to the scholars of the Knights of Favonius. It describes the logic and power of elements and matter.
A lovely warbow made from seashells and coral. A mournful brilliance flows along its moonlight-colored arms.
A polearm made in the style of the Knights of Favonius. Its shaft is straight, and its tip flows lightly like the wind.
A heavy ceremonial sword of the Knights of Favonius. It channels elemental power easily and is highly destructive.
Beneath its rusty exterior is a lavishly decorated thin blade. It swings as swiftly as the wind.
A fluorescent greatsword with no sharp edge that crushes enemies with brute force and raw power.
A beacon that shows the direction of the wind. Not every idyll carried on the breeze remains a gentle thing...
An intricate, opulent longbow. It once belonged to a gentleman thief who was never caught.
A standard-issue longsword of the Knights of Favonius. When you're armed with this agile and sharp weapon, channeling the power of the elements has never been so easy!
An exceptionally powerful polearm that also offers a simple but elegant solution to the issue of the easily stained white tassel.
A golden bow forged from the description in the story. If you use it as a normal weapon, you can also view it as a part of a fictional world that has made it off the pages.
A greatsword carved and chiseled from the very bedrock of Liyue.
A completely rusted iron greatbow. The average person would lack the strength to even lift it, let alone fire it.
A heavy greatsword. A clock is embedded within it, though its internal mechanisms have long been damaged.
A spear created from the fang of a dragon. It is oddly warm to the touch.
Notes left behind by a top student. Many useful spells are listed, and the handwriting is beautiful.
A heavy notebook filled with musical scores. Though suffering from moth damage and heavy wear-and-tear, there is still much power to be found among the hand-written words within.
A statue carved in the shape of an eagle, a sacred relic of the Masters of the Night-Wind that has been passed down from generation to generation.
A completely rusted iron greatbow. The average person would lack the strength to even lift it, let alone fire it.
A ceremonial greatsword that has become petrified over time. The trinkets on it are still visible. It grants the wielder the power to withstand the winds of time.
A polearm made in the style of the Knights of Favonius. Its shaft is straight, and its tip flows lightly like the wind.
A dim black glaze pearl that is said to have the power to read the purity of one's heart.
A weathered script, the text of which is no longer legible. A cursed item eroded by the winds of time.
A ceremonial hunting bow that has become petrified over time. The trinkets on it are still visible. It grants the wielder the power to withstand the winds of time.
A standard-issue recurve bow of the Knights of Favonius. Only the best archers can unleash its full potential.
A graceful and elegant greatsword that is decorated with flowers and ribbons.
An exotic long-bladed rapier that somehow found its way into Liyue via foreign traders. It is light, agile, and sharp.
A fictional story of a band of five heroes who go off on a dragon hunt. It is poorly written and structurally incoherent. Its value lies in the many lessons that can be learned from failure.
A ceremonial greatsword that has become petrified over time. The trinkets on it are still visible. It grants the wielder the power to withstand the winds of time.
A hunter's music consists of but two sounds: the twang of the bowstring and the whoosh of soaring arrows.
A convenient cutting tool that you can rarely find nowadays. You can replace the blades as they are dulled by usage.
A blade custom made for a famed samurai who could strike down a tengu warrior, known for their incredible agility, in midair.
An old-school power saw that you can rarely find nowadays. It was once a cutting tool trusted by workers all around.
Once upon a time, there was a youkai that roamed Inazuma in the form of a lantern's flame. This must once have been one of its vessels.
Notes left behind by a top student. Many useful spells are listed, and the handwriting is beautiful.
Youthful dreams and the thrill of adventure. If this isn't enough, then make it up with valiance.
A magical sword that can only be wielded by the ultimate overlord who rules the seas. As it has been made with special water-resistant materials, it will not get ruined by water damage even after being immersed. Why, one might even call it invincible!
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Along the Passing Shore
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
Flowing in the narrow border between "existence" and "nothingness," the ice-cold tides eternally lap against the shores and bring all things to their final end. In this place, the drowned ask for help, lament with songs, find their happiness, enjoy sweet moments, and suffer great agony... All these are reflected in the water. She cannot experience these, but she can feel them — There are still many roads to walk, many sounds to listen to, and many things to change before she arrives at the end. She reaches out and saves the drowning from the temptations of Nihility, and one mirage after another bursts apart behind her figure. She keeps walking in this boundless world, all for an end that does not exist. — And it's always raining here.
Memories of the Past
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 3
An old photo lies on the far end of the table in the guardian's residence. She would always subconsciously move her eyes away whenever she happened to see it. The memories of the past had already become distant, but the dreams of today still linger.
But the Battle Isn't Over
lvl 70 Overlay lvl 1
"Remember, the war with the monsters cannot be won by retreating." "We are the last defense, the final iron wall between them and Belobog..." "We cannot retreat under any circumstances!" She looks up to see the frozen earth and endless winter ahead. Business as usual. Only that... the figure at which she had been gazing is gone.
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"Yo, yo. What is up! Is everything coming through?" The orange-haired girl slowly lifts a sledgehammer while shouting enthusiastically at the camera. "Ever seen a pretty girl doing the cinder-block-smashed-on-chest stunt?" "I didn't sign up for this!" The brunette girl cried out loud, only to be met with a sly smile from the girl with the orange hair. "Please. Just let me do this. This is what people would've wanted."
Night on the Milky Way
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If you are concerned for the road, just look up again. When the stars look gently down, the heart would already be soaring. Every thought and every whisper, becomes a life experience that would never leave.
Sailing Towards a Second Life
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
He felt as if he had fallen into a deep sea. Everything was departing from him, leaving only his hollow thoughts writhing and struggling all alone. Terror, anxiety, loneliness, darkness, rage — these feelings didn't dissipate with his physical body, but remained within the mechanical shell in a different manner — and they were even heavier than before. He heard the call of the dead, smelled the scent of something being charred, the whirl of machinery buzzed around his ears, and the new blue blood flew towards his thirsty heart... Some cruel memories resurfaced as the unforgettable hatred turned into a weak light in the darkness. He followed the light to walk toward the end of it all, exerting every ounce of his strength to rise once again to the surface. He opened his eyes and a flash of fireworks darted past before hearing the doctor's congratulations — "Welcome to this world, once again." He balled his hands into fists — hands that were now made of cold iron... He would no longer live for himself.
Dance! Dance! Dance!
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 4
"Why couldn't Hook do a spinning dance move, just like how Clara does?" She clenched her tiny fists and pouted her cute lips, her chubby little face looking redder than ever under her signature felt hat. "Please, Mr. Svarog, can you please help Hook with this?" Without saying any words, Mr. Svarog began to hold out his robotic arm. "I'm g—gonna be sick!!! Put me down now! Please!"
Cruising in the Stellar Sea
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 5
Coursing 'tween the sea of stars, THEY cruise with the speed of a rainbow's chromatic flash. A journey of hunting undying abominations, collecting cures and miracles, and seeking deliverance. Akin to a vow unbroken, THEIR voyage will be, ad infinitum.
Trend of the Universal Market
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The planet is receiving a revaluation... "Will this project show that it's mutually beneficial to collect any outstanding debts?" "But we only need to convey one message — our existence." "If it were to have a value of its own, then it must create value for the corporation."
Landau's Choice
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"Did you not hear me? Don't go there ever again! What could you possibly be learning from those commoners!" "But I've never heard any of the stories they tell about Belobog before..." She pulled her brother behind her, denying him the chance to talk back. "You are both Landaus! One day, you'll face hard choices. Especially you, Serval." She knew that her brother did nothing wrong, but she couldn't think of a rebuttal. She went to bed angry after the argument, vowing to herself: "I will be a grown-up one day. And when that day comes, I will make choices..." "My own choices..."
The Seriousness of Breakfast
lvl 79 Overlay lvl 5
Though the table is set... Some people want a cup of tea first. Some people want to take a picture first. Some people want to read the newspaper first. Some people want to write a page in their notebook first. Some people want to play on their phone first. "All of you, eat while the food is hot!"
What Is Real?
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"If all the clocks are displaying the wrong time..." "If those bound to promises fulfilled their vows through betrayal..." "If those who sink into the realm of dreams never truly fell asleep..." "If the dead return to life, only to discover their names have been stripped..." "If... if..." He blows out the flame, and in darkness, there is but the eternal ticking of the timepiece.
Resolution Shines As Pearls of Sweat
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
The limelight cast on the boxing ring is bright, but no brighter than all those beads of sweat running down his back. He has long been determined to use his two fists to protect those he cherishes the most. After all, they are the ones who ignited his determination in the first place. They are the ones who have always been there for him, be it inside or outside the boxing ring.
Post-Op Conversation
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"You're awake... Thank you." "You... saved my life, Natasha. The one who should be saying thanks... is me." "No, I should be thanking you... for holding on until I finished the surgery." The doctor and patient smiled wearily at each other and said nothing more.
Eyes of the Prey
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In reality, most prey don't realize when danger is encroaching. This one's no exception. The sniper's scope slowly centers on a man throwing banknotes stack after stack, who seems completely oblivious to his impending demise. "So that's what greed looks like. That amount is equal to several of my contracts already... No wonder someone wants him dead." As if these thoughts were broadcasted out loud, the man in the scope turns his head, looking straight into the eyes of the sniper. "I've been waiting for you. Would this much be enough for you to hear me out?"
