Ye Ruo's system offered a lottery fueled by fame, a tantalizing game of chance with treasure chests as prizes.
Before his eyes, a glowing list unfurled, detailing rewards that echoed a familiar game from his past life.
The [Normal Treasure Chest] demanded 160 fame, promising random white-tier spoils like weapons, Mora, or ores.
The [Exquisite Treasure Chest] required 500 fame, teasing blue items with a chance of otherworldly trinkets.
The [Precious Treasure Chest] loomed at 5,000 fame, dangling purple treasures from Teyvat and beyond.
The [Gorgeous Golden Treasure Chest] towered at 200,000 fame, a golden hoard from across the multiverse.
Ye Ruo stared at the display, a wry smile tugging at his lips as nostalgia and absurdity collided.
These chests mirrored Genshin Impact's own, a cosmic joke tying him to his old gaming days.
He'd crossed worlds, yet here he was, bound to treasure chests once more—a twist worthy of a novel.
Titles like Reincarnated in Teyvat: Chasing Chests or Writing Novels for Loot danced in his mind.
The jump from exquisite to precious marked a steep divide, fame requirements soaring with each tier.
Normal chests offered items, but higher ones promised treasures, a leap in rarity and allure.
Only the normal chest glowed active now, the rest locked until he climbed the ladder of draws.
Unlocking blues meant 100 white chest pulls, a grind that sparked both challenge and charm.
Familiarity washed over him as he eyed the plain wooden chest, a starting point steeped in memory.
Ye Ruo had poured his savings into Wind and Bird, birthing a bookstore to fuel this system's hunger.
His first novel, To Save Mondstadt: Idol Debut, ignited a craze, laying the foundation for his fame.
Then Detective Windhaven followed, stirring fresh waves of excitement among Mondstadt's readers.
His Wind Knight reputation gave him a head start, a springboard to amplify his stories' reach.
With more branches and broader influence, fame would flow like the winds he commanded.
Ye Ruo settled at a sunlit table, quill in hand, crafting volumes four and five of Detective Windhaven.
He tailored each tale to Mondstadt's soul, weaving heroes and settings its people could claim.
Idol Debut starred locals, with plans to fold in Liyue's Mona and others down the line.
Windhaven leaned on Barbatos' wind treasures, retooled to fit Teyvat's lore and charm.
Writing raw combat stats would confuse readers—he spun narratives they'd love instead.
"Let's see," he murmured, plotting a museum smuggling relics from a storm-wracked island nation.
"Evil artifacts forged from a fallen Snake God's remains, turning users into rampaging serpents."
"The deeper they tap it, the more it erodes their minds—a perfect Mondstadt menace."
As a traveler and creator, he bent stories to his will, free from his old world's rules.
Critics there might cry foul, but here, adaptation was his playground, unbound by canon.
The Snake God's venom echoed real perils—Gaia-like toxins that drove users mad.
Savvy readers might spot a jab at the Fatui's faux Visions, but Ye Ruo played innocent.
His quill raced, the two volumes taking shape, ready for the shop's stewards to spread.
Diluc's backing and his knightly ties smoothed the way, a perk of his storied name.
Fame climbed steadily, the system's panel ticking up: [Legendary Degree: 1,605].
Each rise marked his growing echo through Mondstadt, a tide he rode with quiet glee.
He'd drawn over half his white chests, the blue tier tantalizingly close now.
At first, he'd thought fame would flood in fast, buoyed by his knightly renown.
Yet common folk offered crumbs—0.01 here, 0.02 there—while kids gave nothing at all.
Vision bearers, though, gifted whole numbers, 10 or 20, their weight tipping the scale.
The grind felt steeper than he'd hoped, a hundred pulls no small feat.
But Mondstadt wasn't a game's sparse map—its bustling thousands promised more.
Unlike static pixels, real people could fuel his fame again and again.
With time and spread, this wool would pile high, a harvest worth the wait.
Ye Ruo stretched, gazing out at Mondstadt's windmills spinning in the golden light.
He savored this city, a haven for a traveler like him, gentle and free.
Life here flowed slow and easy, pressure a distant memory under clear skies.
Mondstadt welcomed all, its arms open wider than any land he'd known.
Inazuma's storms and strict decrees paled against this breezy embrace.
Liyue's tangled webs and cutthroat trades couldn't match this peace.
Sumeru's scholars might scoff at his tales, mining minds for their own ends.
Mondstadt felt like a beginner's refuge, soothing body and soul alike.
He leaned back, the hum of voices downstairs a soft backdrop to his thoughts.
His system thrummed faintly, a partner in this strange new chapter of his life.
Knighthood had forged him, but stories would free him—or so he hoped.
The chests gleamed in his mind, a lure pulling him deeper into this game.
He'd escaped one fate, fleeing the Fatui as a child, and now chased another.
Fame wasn't just currency—it was power, a key to treasures untold.
Ye Ruo dipped his quill anew, resolve firming as he wrote against the wind.
Mondstadt's heartbeat pulsed below, a city he'd guard with words, not steel.
The system's promise dangled close, a golden dream he'd seize in time.
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