Otto held his breath and stared at the translucent light screen before him.
Accompanied by his cringe-inducing gacha declaration, a trajectory swept across the light screen.
There were no dazzling special effects, no deafening sound effects, and a pale meteor simply crashed into the center of the screen like that.
With a flash of white light, a dusty, featureless one-handed sword dropped out of thin air, and Otto caught it in his hand.
[Acquired Weapon: dull blade]
[Description: This is a weapon used by an otherworldly traveler when roaming Teyvat back then, accompanying a certain blonde traveler for a very long time.]
Looking at this line of description, and then looking at the broken sword in his hand, the corners of Otto’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch wildly.
“System, did you directly bundle and wholesale the equipment from the next-door set over here?”
The system naturally played dead and remained silent.
However, complaints aside, once Otto calmed down and thought about it, this thing was actually not bad either.
After all, he was currently in a medieval-themed world, and in this era, metal was definitely a proper luxury item.
Those scenes in movies and novels where medieval grunts each hold a fine steel longsword were all deceptions for cinematic effects.
Real low-tier medieval soldiers would be lucky to have an axe or a hammer, and anyone who could wear an iron sword was either wealthy or noble.
“Forget it, it’s not bad as a status symbol either, at least it’s Teyvat’s strongest weapon.”
Otto comforted himself, casually tucking the dull blade into the belt at his waist.
Come to think of it, matched with his aristocratic attire, he truly had a bit of a knightly demeanor wandering the world with a sword in hand.
There was one draw left, which was the final chance to defy the heavens and change his fate, but Otto truly held no hope and just casually tapped it.
The next second, the entire light screen burst out with dazzling, blinding golden light!
“Ah?”
Pulling gold on a single draw, what kind of lifespan-spending gacha pull was this?
As the golden light dissipated, a card emitting a brilliant radiance floated in mid-air.
[Acquired Special Item: Mimicry Experience]
[Description: Experience in using the Void Archives by a certain blonde bishop]
“Mimicry…
Experience?”
Before Otto could look closely, that golden card transformed into countless streams of light, fiercely drilling into the center of his brows.
“Ugh——!”
In an instant, a massive torrent of information surged into his brain like a breached flood.
Otto only felt as if his head had been heavily smashed by someone with an iron hammer, and the intense throbbing pain made him unable to help hugging his head and crouching on the ground.
In those non-existent memories, he saw various intricate and complex weapon construction diagrams; those were about how to analyze, how to reconstruct, and how to mimic.
Fortunately, this part of the memory only contained “the usage techniques of the Divine Keys”, and did not include the personal memories of that Schicksal Overseer of five hundred years.
“If this came with memories, wouldn’t that undoubtedly make him a second Otto?”
“Hoo…
hoo…”
Otto heavily gasped for breath, rubbing his temples that were still faintly aching.
After resting for a moment, the recovered Otto stood up.
With a thought in his mind, the golden silenced pistol he had previously mimicked transformed back into a golden Rubik’s cube.
Next was the main event.
Otto closed his eyes, mobilizing the blue bar inside his body, and according to the experience he had just integrated in his mind, began to construct that immensely famous weapon of destruction.
“Mimicry, Judgment of Shamash!”
Along with this cringe-inducing shout, Otto clearly felt that the magic power within his body was rapidly flowing away; that feeling was just like a reservoir opening its floodgates, unstoppable no matter what.
Along with the consumption of magic power, the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly rose.
Golden light gathered in Otto’s hands, rapidly lengthening and deforming.
After the light dissipated, two golden dual pistols with exaggerated designs and bodies shimmering with a scarlet luster like molten lava steadily appeared in his hands.
“Is this Shamash?
How cool!”
Otto couldn’t help but exclaim.
Which man could refuse this large toy full of violent aesthetics?
However, cool as it was, the price was also painful.
Otto held the Judgment of Shamash and posed for less than ten seconds before feeling a wave of hollowness and weakness wash over him, his blue bar having hit rock bottom and sounding the alarm.
“Is mimicking a Divine Key for the first time this magic-consuming?”
Otto quickly cancelled the mimicry, and the golden dual pistols dissipated into points of light.
Although the magic consumption was astonishing, with this trump card, Otto’s sense of security skyrocketed straight up.
If he really encountered a monster he couldn’t beat, worst case he would directly transform it into the Shamash greatsword, and everyone would turn into light together before boiling big bones into soup.
“Can’t the mimicked one use the zero-th rated power [thinking]”
Putting aside his thoughts, Otto refocused his gaze on the beast’s corpse not far away.
Walking closer to take a look, this monster’s appearance was truly too bizarre: its body was like an ox, but its head was like a wolf, its whole body covered in black hair, and tusks curled out from the corners of its mouth.
This thing didn’t look like a normal carbon-based organism at all; let alone eating it, just looking at it felt nauseous.
Furthermore, in the event that eating it produced some parasite or virus, in this era without even antibiotics, that could directly declare game over.
But not eating it was one thing, and letting the corpse stay here was another.
The rich smell of blood would definitely attract other beasts in the forest.
Otto tried reaching out to tug on the monster’s hind legs, resulting in him holding his breath until his face and neck turned red, and the calf-sized corpse was only dragged a distance of a few steps.
“Forget it, I’m just a frail handsome man; I can’t do this kind of physical labor.”
Otto abandoned the idea of dragging the corpse away, turning instead to find some wide tree leaves, dead branches, and soil around to cover the corpse tightly, treating it as physically isolating the odor.
After dealing with the corpse, he finally cast his gaze towards his “luxury single room” for tonight.
Casually patting the dirt off his hands, Otto walked into that cave full of anticipation.
However, just two steps in, an enthralling smell that went straight to the crown of his head rushed directly at Otto’s forehead.
“Blech——!”
Smelling this foul odor, Otto hurriedly ran out holding his nose, leaning against an outside tree trunk and dry heaving for a long time.
That was a compound biochemical poisonous gas mixed with a strong smell of urine, aged rotting meat, and a pungent bloody stench.
Not to mention living people in this environment, staying for even a minute could make one doubt life.
“Those clean caves in anime without even a single bug are completely deceptive!
Exactly how do those anime characters fall asleep in such beast dens?
Do they not have a sense of smell?!”
Otto dry heaved while frantically ranting.
But policies above had countermeasures below; he definitely couldn’t sleep outside tonight, so he could only bite the bullet and carry out odor dispersion.
Otto collected a large pile of dry firewood and hay on the ground outside the cave, and plucked a large handful of fresh green leaves from the bushes.
After finishing these, Otto squatted in front of the pile of firewood and touched his chin.
“According to the general procedure, shouldn’t I be looking for two sticks right now, squatting here to make fire by drilling wood?”
Otto looked at his fair hands, and then looked at the Void Archives on his finger.
Suddenly feeling that his brain might have gotten water in it.
“Mimicry”
The Void Archives in his hand quickly materialized, turning into a golden lighter, after which Otto ignited the firewood in front of him.
“Otto mimicked red wine in Shenzhou Sword-Sealing Records”
The hardest step was completed, and things became easy.
Otto first moved the burning firewood to a position slightly inside the cave entrance, and after the fire stabilized, he pressed that pile of fresh green leaves all over it.
Fresh leaves had a lot of moisture; the moment they contacted the high-temperature charcoal, they instantly produced thick, choking billowing smoke.
Otto covered his nose and mouth and retreated outside the cave, watching the white smoke continuously pouring backward deep into the cave.
He just wanted to use this method to smoke it for half an hour; firstly to drive away the mosquitoes, snakes, and ants in the cave, and secondly to cover up the biochemical odor with the smoky smell.
Half a boring hour passed, and the sky had completely darkened.
Fortunately, there was a moon tonight, so vision wasn’t too blind.
Otto used soil to completely extinguish the bonfire, waited outside for a while longer, letting the thick smoke in the cave dissipate almost completely, and only then tentatively walked back inside.
He sniffed his nose.
Although the air was still permeated with a choking smoky smell, that soul-striking urine stench and bloody smell had greatly decreased.
“If this place was previously an unflushed latrine, then now it is at least a fairly clean toilet.”
Otto gave his evaluation while finding joy in adversity.
Borrowing the moonlight outside, Otto went out and gathered a large pile of clean leaves, spreading a simple “bed” in the driest corner of the cave.
Having tossed and turned for the better part of the day, his physical strength was completely overdrawn.
Otto placed the dull blade beside his hand, wrapped his purple jacket tightly around himself, and lay down on the leaf bed.
Listening to the unknown bird calls occasionally coming from the forest outside, Otto closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.